Insanity {H.styles}

Chapter 14

I took the maroon blanket and folded it up to rest my foot on. My right foot has swelled up to nearly twice its original size. I laid down flat, leaving my foot levitated on the blanket. It was freezing as usual and this time I not only didn't have my blanket to keep myself warm, my shirt was pretty much useless too. It had torn from the neck of the shirt until the side of the shirt, leaving the left side of my bra and part of my stomach exposed.

I grimaced at my stomach. I never liked my body, in fact there were some points where I hated it. I looked like a chubby boy. I was never curvy like the other girls nor was I ever as thin. No matter how hard I tried, I was never beautiful. I moved my shirt slightly to get a better view- why am I doing this to myself?

I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked down at my breasts. Every day it has been becoming more obvious that I was some how gaining weight, because I could feel the difference and see it. Although for the first time ever all my weight was going to my breasts and hips while the rest of my body became skinnier. It makes no sense because if anything I haven't been eating enough to pick up weight. I shook my head in frustration.

My heart jumped as I heard the front door unlock and open. Harry's home already?
I could hear him walk up to the staircase. Please don't come up.

I then heard him go up one step and sigh heavily. It was quiet for a while and then I heard him continue to make his way upstairs.

I closed my eyes and sprawled out my arms, pretending to be fast asleep. The door creaked open enough for him to glance through.
He stared through, only part of his silhouette visible. He turned, leaving the door open and walked downstairs. His footsteps returned a while later and he had something in his hands.

"Kylie?" He said barley louder than a whisper. I ignored him, still pretending to be deep in sleep.
I heard the door open wider and him walk closer to me. I slightly opened my eyes to see him. He was looking at my foot and groaned. "Shit." He whispered and leaned against the bedroom wall. He placed something soft beside me and ran his hands through his curly hair.

Wait, does he actually feel guilty?

He slid against the wall so that he was sitting beside me on the floor with his head in his hands. "Agh," He breathed. "I don't know what to do anymore. You remind me so much of her. Your smile, your hair, your... Everything." He shook his head and looked up at the ceiling. "I'm so sorry Gemma," He whispered, his voice breaking. "I'll get help, I promise."

He leant over me, a silver necklace tickling my face as it hung from his neck. I kept my eyes shut, not wanting him to know I am awake. He leaned closer and I could feel his warm breath on my face. Butterflies filled my stomach, he is so close.
He hesitated before slowly kissing me on the cheek. My heart skipped another beat as the butterflies in my stomach exploded inside me, sending a rush down my body. He then picked up the soft object next to me and slowly laid the blanket over me. He got to his feet and made his way to the door and without turning back he whispered, "Good night." and left.

I was taken aback by his action. I opened my eyes and looked to where Harry was sitting moments earlier. I don't understand, why would he do that? More importantly, what makes him think he has the right to do that? Especially after everything he has done to me and how angry he made me.
Yet a small part of me wished for him to do it again.
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