Wide Eyed (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Harry’s P.O.V.

*Beep Beep*

The aggravating noise of my alarm clock rang in my ears, waking me from a heavy slumber. Wiping sleep out of my eyes , I sat up in my bed. The memories of Lily and I clouded my mind. I stood up and walked to the bathroom , guilt heavy on my shoulders. I felt bad for yelling at her. I felt bad for not stopping Jake. I felt bad for always feeling bad. When I reached the bathroom, I splashed water on my face. The water, waking me up from my unconscious state, made me realize that the only way that would make this better, is if I tried again today. I ran to my phone and called her.

“Hello, Harry."

“Hi, Lily. I’m wondering if you would hang out with me today?’

“Where will we go?”

“I was thinking we could go to a park. Like right now.”

“Harry its 5am.”

“Well, you answered so I guess its not that early. Also no one will be there and we could watch the sun rise.

“Alright Harry. As long as you meet me outside my dorm building in 10 minutes.”

I smiled to myself. I was happy that she accepted after I had been rude to her twice in a row. Even though I constantly cut her off, I liked hanging around her. I just didnt like all the questions she kept asking.

Lily's P.O.V.

I’m happy Harry isn’t mad at me. Wanting to be on time, I threw on gray skinny jeans and my Ed Sheeran orange hoodie. I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and pulled my long brown hair around my shoulders. I put on my black toms. I threw my phone in my pocket and headed out the door. When I walked through the doors of the building, I saw Harry standing there, as promised. We walked to the park and I sat on one of the swing, Harry beside me.

“So I see you like Ed Sheeran.” Harry commented.

“Yeah, I love him.”

“What’s your favorite song?”

“Give Me Love. Alot of people sing it like its meaningless, but really its about suicide. If you watch the music video you’d understand. I hate when people sing a song to the death of it, when it should live forever.”

Harry looked down at his hands, as if he was taking everything I said in.

“Give me love like her.” Harry sang under his breath, loud enough for me to hear it.

Catching on to what he meant, I sang the next line.

“Cuz, lately I’ve been waking up alone.”

As we sang, Harry stood and walked toward me. I looked up at him, our eyes meeting.

“Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt. Told you I’d let them go.”  We sang in unison. “And that I’ll fight my corner.”

I stood so that I was eye level with Harry, even though I was barely taller than his collar bone.

“Maybe tonight I’ll call ya. After my blood turns into alcohol. No I just wanna hold ya.”

There was barely space between us, the lyrics still lingering in the air. He was looking at me. I looked at him. For moment, it seemed as if, our eyes…. locked. They pulled me in. I could see everything. It was like a video of his life, and all the hidden emotions he felt. When I read everything his soul had to offer, reality came back to me. His eyes scanned my face.

“Why is there blood on your face?” He had broke the silence.

I forgot to wash the blood off my cheek. how could I have missed it? He brought his hand to my face to try to wipe the blood off.

“What happened?”

“Jake,he-”

“What did he do?”

“He tried to undress me so I slapped him. He got angry and slapped me back.”

Harry put his hands over his face and mumbled “Not again.”

he wrapped his arms around my body and reapeteldy apologized.

“I’m so sorry, Lily. I should've stopped him.”

Harry began to cry. My heart shattered, making it seem as though the pieces pierced my lung, making it hard to breathe. A lump formed in my throat, stopping air flow to my lungs. i threw my arms around him, trying to fit all of his large frame into my small arms. Moments later, he released me, again looking in my eyes. i wiped the tears from under his eyes.

“Sorry about your Ed Sheeran hoodie.”

“It’s fine. You don’t need to be sorry.” I told him.

“He shouldn’t have hit you. he told me he was going to your room. I could've stopped him but I didnt. And now you're hurt.”

He caressed the bruise under my eye. It felt good that he cared about him. I didn’t want him to blame himself for what happened.  I knew he had it hard; I’ve seen his scars. Not feeling ready to ask him about them, I asked him about music.

“So what’s your favorite band?”

“Um,” He said wiping his eyes, “I like Daughter.”

“Oh, the only song I know by them is Run.”

“Thats my favorite.” he said smiling.

“How long have you liked them?”

“Since I was 14. I’ve been saving up for the concert next month. I’ve got backstage and meet and greet tickets also.”

Harry sat back on his swing.