Smooth Criminal - Styles - Completed

Chapter 12

‘’How the fuck did they find out?’’ Harry whisper screams as soon as we’re upstairs, standing in my room with the door locked behind us. That question has been running through my mind for the last  hour. ‘’I have no idea.’’ I shake my head, running both of my hands through my hair and walking to my window. They’ve barely been home, how could they possibly know what’s happening inside of this house? ‘’Anyway, that was close. Way too fucking close.’’ Harry states the obvious, me nodding in agreement. I feel a headache coming up from all the thinking, screaming, crying and yelling. ‘’Victoria, just… just tell me if you want me to leave. I understand if you want me to,-‘’    

‘’No, Harry, stop. I don’t want you to leave.’’ I came to the conclusion that I might like Harry more than I thought, but I will keep that for myself. ‘’You’re getting in so much shit.’’ He runs his hands through his hair, just like I did and sits down on the edge of my bed. Because of the lack of sleep I’ve had in the last few weeks, I’m exhausted and I will cry about… anything. So now the tears slowly drip down my cheeks, I just need to let it out. I wipe the tears away with the back of my thumb and turn away from Harry, not wanting him to see me crying… once again.

‘’What’s going to happen now?’’ He asks, even though he knows I don’t have an answer for him. ‘’I don’t know.’’ I whisper, continuing to look through the window. I hear Harry’s footsteps coming closer and eventually feel his warmth behind me. I feel the urge to turn around, hold him close, maybe even kiss him, but I decide against it. I will only make this situation more complicated. I have to remind myself that there’s a big chance, one morning I will wake up and he has left. I can’t get even more attached to him than I already am.

‘’Let’s go for a walk.’’ He whispers behind me. I frown, turning my head to the side so I’m sort of facing him. ‘’That would be so stupid.’’ I mumble, turning my head back to the window. ‘’I know, but that’s what I am.’’ He slightly chuckles. There’s nothing to laugh about, so I don’t and sigh deeply before turning fully around. ‘’Let’s go then.’’ I barely whisper.

We walk down the stairs and I walk to the living to talk to my parents, but they aren’t there. I give Harry one of my father’s coats and put on my own. We walk through the streets in silence, and I don’t know where we’re going to until I recognize the entrance of the park. I look up at Harry, who seems to be deep in thought.

I lace my arm with his, not really thinking anything of it. I can see him look down at me, but don’t look back because I don’t want him to take this the wrong way. We make our way to the bench at the lake, the bench we’ve met at. It’s like we both knew we were going here.

The lake is frozen and little ducks follow their mother, walking over it. We sit down on the bench and watch the ducks, trying to keep up with their mothers who’s quite a bit faster. An old couple feeds the little ducks and I smile at the sight. The man snaps a photo from his wife and happily and proudly looks at it.

‘’Old people are so cute.’’ I disturb the silence. Every time I see an old person, I imagine myself being so old. It’s weird to think that once, I will be old and wrinkled. ‘’I guess so.’’ Harry mumbles. I lean back into the bench and look at my surroundings. The streetlights have been turned on and it’s getting darker by the minute. A sharp wind hits my face, making my cheeks burn. I pull my scarf a bit over my face and shove my hands into my pockets.

The old couple passes us and politely smiles. I smile back, knowing Harry won’t. There was this peaceful silence surrounding us, until my phone started ringing loudly. I hesitatingly stare at Ryan’s name on my screen. Should I or should I not? ‘’You’re going to answer that?’’ Harry asks me the answer I was asking myself. I shake my head, press the red button and put my phone away. ‘’Why are you still with him?’’ He asks, still not looking at me. To be honest, I’ve been asking myself the same question every night when I’m laying in bed.