Resistance (Harry Styles)

Chapter 4: Done with London

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I woke up to the soft chirping of birds outside our window, tossing and turning a few times in my bed to block out the melodious harmony but finally rising from my deep slumber. I had actually woken up a few hours ago but I fell into that little state where one is neither fully asleep nor fully awake, partly both maybe. But all the time, I was having a battle with myself, trying to find legitimate reasons to not get out of bed but in the end, the lazy evil in me lost and I had to get up and about.

It was a bright and sunny day outside because I could feel the liveliness in the whisper of air all around me. I am, truthfully, one of those cheeky types who believes in good and bad omens. Just like those in a Paulo Coelho book and right now I felt positive vibes radiating off everything or maybe it was just me trying to read something that didn't exist.

I stretched a few times to awaken my body muscles and try to get out, but I instantly fell back under the comfort of my soothing bed again. I shifted to the other side of where I had probably been the whole night and shivered at the contact of coldness the bed provided.

Didn't I ask Harry to stay?

I tried to recall, but barely anything made sense. All I could remember was the intense display of emotions from last night. Traces of love in Harry's beautiful green eyes in the car and a little display of affection during the cab ride home.

Blank after that.

This alone was enough to get me going. I jerked the heavy duvet off my body in a hurry to find Harry and talk to him. For it was all too confusing. First when I asked him if he loved me, he remained silent and then when I left, he appeared out of nowhere to save my womanhood.

What is going on? Am I some sort of joke to him?

I quietly turned the door knob of my bedroom to tiptoe my way into the living room in hopes of finding Harry but the hall was empty. However muffled sounds of someone talking was coming from the spare bedroom of our four bedroom bungalow, which I instantly recognised as Harry's morning voice. I traipsed and just as I was about to open his door-

"You know I can't do that Rebecca. Give me time. I'll tell her-" I strained closer to the wooden door and placed my ear, almost touching, trying to make sense of Harry's words.

"I know. I know. I said give me some fucking time. I'll talk to her," Harry spoke as a familiar anger in his voice rose. I was almost completely leaning on the door as his voice was getting louder and angrier.

I assumed Harry was talking about me to someone named Rebecca. A negative thought of Harry cheating on me popped into my tiny head which I hurriedly pushed away. I shouldn't jump to conclusions so easily.

Just then I had a sudden urge to bust the door open and confront Harry. But I thought, what if he was just talking to Rebecca about some random person? I didn't want to make a fool of myself. I wanted to be sure first, so I waited to know if it definitely was me he was talking about.

"Yes, I get it but I don't want to hurt her," he was still speaking. "What? No," he said as his voice rose in surprise, "I told you I don't love her."

That was enough proof for me to know who he was talking about. Enough proof to know he was cheating on me as I saw my whole world and his promises come crashing down. All with just a sentence, I don't love her, really? Was I that naive that I let him take such an important role in my life when he clearly didn't deserve it.