Criminal (punk harry styles)

chapter ten

Delilah's P.O.V.

Don't cry, Delilah.

"You're gonna have so many babies."
Don't cry, Delilah.

"I'll never let go, Jack."
God damn it.

A soft whimper slipped through my lips, making Harry turn to me with a raised eyebrow. Even though it was dark in the living room, he could still see the tears that had just betrayingly squeezed past my lids. My cheeks flushed as I tried to ignore Harry's burning gaze and concentrate on the movie, but it proved to be impossible when he began stifling his laughter.

"What?" I snapped, my voice cracking slightly when I turned to look at the curly headed moron.

"Are you seriously crying?" he giggled like a little girl. My watery eyes turned to slits and I whipped my head back to the screen.

"That was so lame," he yawned when the end credits began to roll, grasping the remote and pausing the movie. I instantly stood from the couch and marched towards the stairs, eager to go to bed and sob over Jack's death.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked as I began scaling the steps.

"To bed," I growled.

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Whatever you want, I don't care," I shrugged, finally landing on the platform and clomping towards my room. I could hear Harry scurrying after me, making me sigh and leave the door open for him.

"Can you give me a minute?"

"Why are you so upset?" he asked as I buried my face into the pillow. "It's just a movie."

"I'm quite emotional, so things get to me easily," I admitted, my voice muffled slightly.

"You're a strange girl," he chuckled, the bed sinking down beside me and fingers poking at my bun.

"Leave me alone," I whined, pushing his hand away from me. Harry laughed.

"Where can I sleep?" he asked.

"You can sleep in here if you want," I offered, raising my head and scrubbing at my eyes, the heavy feeling on my chest slowly lifting.

"Isn't that a bit forward, Delilah?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"You're sick," I laughed, shoving his shoulder. "I just meant it's okay if you want to sleep in here as well. There's plenty of room, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"You're weird," he groaned, crawling over me and lying flat on the other side of the bed. "Most girls would cringe at the thought of sharing a room with a guy, let alone a bed. Have you no respect for yourself?"

"I don't think it's that much of a problem," I frowned. "It's not like we're gonna do anything, we're best friends, right? Besides, I trust you."

"Been a while since I've heard that," he laughed, tucking his arms under his head. "Hit the light, would you?"

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, standing from the bed and switching the light off. As soon as the room was dark, I scampered back to the bed and wiggled under the cover, making Harry laugh.

"Pussy," he taunted, also climbing under the blanket.

"Hey, the dark is a scary place," I growled, poking my head out to gaze at him as my eyes adjusted.

"Really?" he asked, rolling onto his side. "I find the dark comforting."

"And you say I'm weird," I giggled, also rolling onto my side. I felt Harry shake his head.

"You're just like a little kid, why is that?" he questioned. My smile faded away as I sighed.

"I never really got to be a kid when I was younger, I was always too busy to do so. My parents always wanted me to be the best at everything, I didn't get to play with leggo or eat dirt. So I act like one now, since my parents don't have so much control over me anymore."

"Why would you eat dirt?" Harry laughed.

"It just seems like something a little kid would do," I shrugged, smirking.

"Yeah, I did eat dirt a fair bit when I was little," he admitted with a chuckle, rolling onto his back again.

"What was yor childhood like?" I asked quietly, cautious of how he'd react. He was silent for a bit.

"It was fairly nice, I guess," he began, his raspy voice just as quiet as mine. "My parents didn't split until I was 10, so everything was relatively good until then. My dad used to take me to all these different events like car shows or bike races, and my mum always played with me in the garden. Yeah, life was perfect when I was a kid. I can't imagine how it'd be to have no childhood."

"I can assure you my parents never did anything like that with me," I sighed, now staring at the roof as well. "The most my mom did with me was teaching me to write my name."

"I take it your mum and you don't have the best relationship?" he inquired.

"I don't ever remember a time when I was younger that she told me she loved me," I admitted sadly, flashbacks of a little me tainting my mind.
'Mommy, look what I made for you!'
'Yes, very good. Put it on the table with the rest of it.'
'I love you, mommy.'
'Not now, Delilah, I'm busy.'

"She's only started saying she loved me since she got her new meds," I added, shivering at my cold childhood memories.

"What's she on meds for?" Harry asked curiously.

"I don't know," I shrugged, turning on my side and away from Harry. "Probably for her anger issues. Goodnight."

The room was filled with silence for a few minutes before I heard a faint, "Delilah."

"Yeah?"

There was movement on the opposite side of the bed, and suddenly I felt something soft press against my cheek, making me freeze.

"I know I haven't known you long, but you should know that I love you," Harry mumbled against my skin. A massive grin creeped onto my face, my best friend's words touching me more than anything ever has.

"I love you too."

(a/n: OKAY BEFORE YA'LL SAY I'M RUSHING THINGS HE DIDN'T MEAN IN A LOVE WAY HE MEANT IT IN A BEST FRIEND WAY OKOKOK
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