too young for this { harry styles }

Chapter 29.

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He lie there on his back looking up at the perfectly lit ceiling with his furrowed brows as I sat on the couch provided on the other side of the room.

His pale skinned figure throwing a basket ball up into the air, then following him catching it with a smile every time as I concluded my venting.

"That's not very good." He mumbled after I looked at him dumbfounded.

I scoffed, "Well, duh."

When I vented to Caspar, I didn't say anything you'd think I'd say. I spoke the truth of how my stepfather was annoying and how my stomach hurt, that was the only venting I'd ever be comfortable doing.

Caspar sat up from the white pillow and gave me a smile. "You shouldn't be drinking vodka then," He smirked, passing the ball to me.

I laughed, catching the orange ball.

"Tyler would've laughed a lot worse." I whispered under my breath, thinking back to the last events of whole entire day.

Well, technically the days been a lot longer than normal considering I haven't slept since yesterday.

I came to Casper's room because I wanted to speak to Tyler. I still don't know exactly why I wanted to speak to Tyler, but I did and when I learned that this wasn't Tyler's hotel room I as dumbfounded.

Caspar insisted on being my "therapist." He acted as if it were a joke, but when I took yet another dosage of pills he became very serious.

Well, bouncing basket balls back and forth between the two of us both, we talked about ourselves. We weren't talking about the good things or what we were in life, but Caspar and I spoke about the hardships.

The conversation lasted only an hour as him and I debated whether heaven was real and of marriage was practical.

During that conversation, we both realized that we both thought different, yet so fucking similar that it was almost unbearable.

Caspar is a Christian, so of course he defended my belief of thinking that when we die there is nothin, but he then told me how that heaven is supposed to be just worshiping God the whole time. He didn't think heaven sounded too fun, too be brutally honest I agreed.

And marriage, that conversations was quite funny as to the fact that I don't even believe that being in love is possible.

"It's a thing and it exists." He said.

"After awhile of existing, wouldn't it get tired?" I then argued.

I then realized that I didn't need One Direction or Demi to be content, I was completely okay without them.

I guess we become attached to people even if they don't really benefit us in any way, I was attached to all of them. Or maybe, just maybe in a parallel world, they were attached to me.

As Caspar and I got to know each other, the growing pains in my stomach from hunger grew as well.

It's cliché to say I was enjoying myself with Caspar and wanted to spend time with him, but I'd be lying if I said he wasn't making me feel more awake and alive.

It was only when I was hiding behind him in the streets from the paparazzi did I realize that it wasn't going to be too easy to even be friends with anyone anymore.

Niall was right; it was going to change.

"Just, um, stay back I guess." I muttered, trying to make sure Caspar wasn't too uncomfortable with walking to a taxi with me outside of the hotel.