Nothing Matters

Chapter 13- Comfort

Comfort

It was always a great deed to comfort someone, so I guess you can say that Harry was paying me in favors. His broad shoulders relaxed against the headboard of my bed as my neck craned against his chest, whimpers of distress piling out of my mouth.

Somewhere between my breakdown, we found our way to my bedroom, Harry toed off his boots and gathered my weak limbs into his lap. He was a great friend, indeed.

I was still crying, the memory of my mum planted into the back of my head, along with the sour remembrance of my birthday knowing Elton had probably no idea.

"Are you going to tell me why you are so sad?" Harry murmured after ages of silence. The bile in my throat had collected and rose to my trachea, but I attempted to swallow it down.

It was silent again and Harry didn't speak after that. I sort of felt bad that Harry did so much for me, yet I had the nerve to have a mild breakdown right in his arms without simply giving him an explanation.

"Do you want me to leave?" He softly insisted, and his voice was coated with pure sympathy. I ignored him, knowing my voice was all too raw and sour from endless balling.

He took that as a yes, I suppose, because he unfolded my arms from his waist and climbed from beneath the sheets. As he began to pull on his boots, I sat up and glared at him.

"No, I don't want you to leave." I whimpered suddenly, and his eyes softened against mine and his hand rose to touch my cheek.

"Steph." He melodically hummed, my name rolling off of his tongue like candy. "I adore you." He inwardly stated, walking so close to me that I could feel his pleasurable warmth radiate onto my goosebumped skin.

"Like a friend, of course." He added to avoid any sudden unwanted thoughts.

"And I'll always be here for you. I know it seems too sentimental for me to be saying since we only met, but truly you've latched yourself to me like we've been knowing each other for ages, so truthfully, I can say I trust you and I need you in my life." He rambled, and I noticed his hand was in mine.

My gaze hardened onto his as I studied his eyes, and I almost shivered seeing the lustful loyalty starched into his emerald irises.

My lips pursed due to the gears in my head grinding and moving at an irregular pace. My hair fell forwards onto my forehead as I bent my neck to stare at my bare feet.

"Honestly." He breathed, unclipping our hands and using his long and boney index finger to hook under my chin and Bring my gaze to his.

His honey brown hair was mussed to pure perfection which outdid his innocent charismatic look.

"I don't think I'll ever unlatch myself from you." I mumbled in a hushed tone, reciprocating to his earlier statement.

A weak smile appeared on his face. "And with that being said, I think you can trust me enough to tell me what's going on." He chuckled, taking his boots off once again.

"My mum sent me a typewriter." I collected my thoughts and ran my fingers through my hair.

Harry's eyebrows arched in uncertainty. "Come again?" He teased, shaking his head in utter confusion. I realized that what I had said meant nothing to him. I had only given him a sliver of information.

"My mom left when I was only 5." I added to satisfy his yearning assumptions.

His lips made the shape of an 'o' as he slowly shook his head in realization. "It was so...so unexpected." I simplified, a great rush of sadness burying itself into my chest.

"She told me she loved me." I collapsed back onto my bed, lying on my back as I stared up at the cream colored ceiling.

"Do you want to go get a drink?" Harry flat out insisted, lips pursed in contemplation. I gasped at his sudden outburst, springing up from my bed. "I'm only 17." I quipped, slapping Harry's arm at his dumb suggestion.

"Ok? I'm Harry Styles." He boasted, tipping his head. "And what if the paparazzi see us and put it on the news? Then Elton will know that we've been hanging around, though there's nothing wrong with that because we're only friends, but hell! He'll take it as if we were fucking!" I ranted, nervousness coating my voice.

Harry's mouth was formed into a bubble as he attempted to hold in his laugh.

"Such language, Stephanie!" He tutted to which I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

"Don't worry, I've got this." He hummed in assurance.

"Ok." I gave in, stumbling towards my closet to grab a pair of converse and slip my arms through a velveteen sleeved coat.

"Out we go." I sighed, already feeling a pang of uncertainty surge through my body.

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We had successfully called a cab without being seen and climbed in, the radio switched off making the atmosphere as odd and uncomfortable as it could be. The lady driving the cab seemed to be in her late 40's and she was caked in makeup that must've been reapplied from the moment she first put it on, up until now.

"Would you like to be dropped off at the back door?" She suggested, peering at the both of us through the mirror. She must've been aware of Harry's lifestyle.

"That's fine." Harry blurted before I could succumb of her helpful suggestion.

We climbed out and adjusted our wrinkled jeans before approaching the neoned pub. Lights flashed around us, signs switching colors and the smell of relieving alcohol wafted through the doors as we stepped. Not many people were here and I could see why Harry chose this cheap corner pub.

We waltzed towards the bar and Harry politely asked for two fruity cocktails. The guy looked at me with doubt, but seeing that Harry Styles had requested the alcoholic beverages, he nodded and scampered towards the cabinets to pull out two large glasses.

"We're not here to get drunk." Harry stated, but that was a lie because in an hour or so, we were both dozed with glasses of fruity cocktails and sour beers that were definitely too cheap. My lips were stained red from the sensational glasses of artificial cherry and wine. I fell into his side and his protective arms immediately caught me.

"Wanna head out?" He slurred, lacing our fingers together lazily. "Mhm, sure." I hummed, nodding as my eyes rolled to back of my head.

The lady who had dropped us off was sitting in the cab waiting for us, smoke spiraling out of her lips as a cigarette was clad between her two fingers. She noticed us stumbling over and immediately let down the windows and through the cigarette butt out, spraying a concoction of coconut air refresher into the vehicle.

We stepped into the car and pushed together lazily, giggles falling out of our lips. I had never gotten drunk, in fact I had never even took a sip of alcohol before today. The moon was high in the sky and hues of purple and blues were scattered above us. I turned to look at Harry who's lips were stained red as well. He smiled at me in amusement. I bent forward, attempting to press my lips on his but he dodged it, turning his head, and I frowned, grabbing his chin to pull him back towards me.

"No, no Steph." He warned, taking my hand off of his chin.

"You have a boyfriend, Elton. Remember?" He stammered, a frown on his lips.

It surprised me that though he was all knocked up and out of it, he still attempted to keep my loyalty towards my own boyfriend, and that just showed how respectful he was, unlike Elton.

"Right." I murmured, my head falling onto his chest as we neared the condos.

I found myself to be so intrigued and amazed by Harry's character, and I wanted to find out who he was deep inside, even in the state that I was in.

The cab doors were opened and we hopped out, filing towards the lobby and trekking up towards the 4th floor.

Harry gave me a one armed hug and we parted ways. I wish we hadn't, though.

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