Criminal (punk harry styles)

chapter fourteen

Delilah's P.O.V.

I took my time getting dressed, wasting as much time as I could possible to avoid going downstairs and facing Harry. Every time I thought I'd forgotten the awkward encounter that occured almost an hour ago, the memory comes washing back into my mind. I shivered at the way his eyes focused on my lower half, oggling my bare skin like an animal. It was quite a rush of adrenaline if I'm honest, but I definitely don't wamt it to occur again any time soon.

With a defeated sigh I opened the bedroom door to find Harry slumped against the wall, fast asleep. Did he get any sleep last night? I smiled at the sight, leaning down to observe his sleeping figure.

It was a lot like the first time I'd watched him sleep, except he looked a lot worse than then. The attempted suicide really took a toll on his body, giving his skin a more sickly tone to it. His hair was still damp, and that's when I realised he was still in the same clothes.

"Harry," I gently shook him. His eyes lazily fluttered open, a small smile grazing his cheeks.

"Yes?"

"You need to get up and change," I cooed.

"But I'm comfy," he whined, bringing a strong arm up and pulling me down on top of him. I landed with an 'umph'.

"Harry seriously," I tried again, lifting my weight with my elbows. "You're gonna get sick if you sit in these wet clothes all night."

"So what?" he shrugged. "You're parents are gonna skin me alive when they get home tonight anyway."

"Actually, they're away for another 5 days or so," I grinned, adding a shrug. "Storms."

"Convenient," he chuckled. My smiled faded as my thoughts wondered to a darker place.

"Harry, why did you try to kill yourself?" I asked quietly, all the humor leaving the atmosphere and being replaced by solemn. His jaw locked before he sighed, turning his head to the side.

"I'm a killer," he began, his voice turning distant. "I'm on the run. I'm taking advantage of a 17 year old girl. I'm worthless, I deserve to die."

"No, don't think like that," I frowned. "Why are you saying that?"

"It's what I've always been told," he shrugged, not meeting my gaze.

"Look at me," I demanded. "You are not worthless, you hear me? You are a beautiful human being, with a kind nature to you. All the things you've been told about yourself are wrong. You are amazing. I don't understand how someone could see any different."

Harry's green saucers turned to my blue ones, orbs blazing into mine as an emotion I couldn't read flashed through his eyes. He seemed uncertain of my words, his chest rising and falling faster and faster as time passed. His hands suddenly reached up and yanked me down on top of him again, pulling me into a bone-crushing hug and burying his head into my freshly washed hair.

Thank you," he whispered into my ear, making my heart warm. I wiggled my arms around his neck and hugged him back, enjoying the feel of our body heats tangling together.

"You're my best friend, Harry," I spoke quietly. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Harry's grip tightened from the words 'bestfriend', pulling me even closer to him. "Same to you, Delilah."

"Do you want to get changed now?" I asked.

"No," he groaned, dragging out the word as he released me from his grip and rolled back onto his side.

"You can't really be comfortable in those clothes," I frowned, sitting up and narrowing my eyes at him.

"Of course I am," he defended. "They're amazingly comfortable."

"Where did you get them from?" I asked curiously, not recognizing the Rolling Stones top and loose jeans he was wearing.

"These are my clothes," he admitted, also sitting up and leaning against the wall. "I found them near by in a bush, along with the rest of my clothes that I packed with me."

"Why didn't you tell me you had clothes earlier?" I frowned.

"I kinda forgot about them until now," he shrugged, tugging on the flimsy hem of the shirt.

"Well, at least you have them now, I guess," I shrugged, forcing myself to my feet and offering a hand to him. He grudgingly took it, standing by my side. "Now, how about a shower?"

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(a/n: 2/3 done! Are you ready for the bombshell? ;D ♡)