Criminal (punk harry styles)

chapter seventeen

Delilah's P.O.V.

I was woken up by someone shaking me roughly, my neck cracking from the force of it hitting the pillow repeatedly. I let out a small moan at the sensation and popped open am eye, meeting Harry's frosty stare.

"Godmorning," I said gruffly.

"Afternoon," he corrected, sitting back on his heels. He was crouched above me, giving me minimal space to move. "You've slept all day."

"Really?" I furrowed my brows, sitting up so my face was inches from his. He leant back hastily at the proximity, deepening my frown. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he muttered, turning and springing off the bed. "Come on, I'm sure you're hungry."

I cocked my head to the side at his peculiar behaviour but chose to say nothing, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.

"Was there any reason that you woke me up?" I asked, following him through the quiet house and into the kitchen.

"Not really," he shrugged as he sat on one of the bench stools, "I was just really bored."

"What time did you wake up?" I frowned.

"Around 10."

"Why didn't you wake me up!" I gasped, looking at the time on the microwave. "It's 4, what did you do for 6 hours?"

"Just watched you really," he admitted. "You talk alot in your sleep, you know."

I closed my eyes in embarrassment. "Believe me, I'm well aware of that. What did I say today?"

"You talked about school a lot," he said thoughtfully. "And your parents. Oh, and you kept saying my name," he added smugly.

I rolled my eyes, preparing a bowl of cereal and hungrily chomping it down.

"You're eating cereal at 4 in the afternoon?" he questioned.

"It's the best time of the day to eat cereal," I argued, holding the bowl close to my chest posessively. Harry shook his head and laughed, making a bowl for himself and eating as well.

The room was filled with the sound of coco pops being crunched for a while until I began slurping the chocolately milk, earning a scowl from Harry.

"Really?" He growled when I slurpped even louder. I giggled, causing milk yo dribble out of the corner of my mouth. Harry laughed.

"You're so awkward, Del," he chuckled. I cocked an eyebrow at the new nickname.

"So are you... Harold," I grinned. Harry's mouth pulled to the side, clearly not impressed with my on-the-spot nickname for him. "So what do you want to do today?"

"Dunno," he leaned back on his stool, empty bowl now forgotten as he swivelled the chair from side to side. "There isn't really much we can do, since it's so late in the day."

"Point taken," I nodded, standing from my chair and taking both our bowls to the sink. I rinsed them and placed them in the dishwasher, then turned to the living room.

"Movie?" I grinned hopefully when Harry joined me, holding up the DVD case for White Chicks.

"You really like this movie," he shook his head, referring to the many times we watched this movie over the past few days. I cheered when he took a squat on the couch and popped the dvd in the player, eagerly joining him as the opening credits began.

I must've fallen asleep during the movie, because when I opened my eyes I was no longer bathed in afternoon light. The living room was now pitch black, the only light coming from the pale t.v. screen. I frowned, noting how much I'm beginning to sleep.

Harry was collapsed on the rest of the lounge, his gangly limbs dangling off the edge a little. His eyebrows were scrunched together lightly and his lips were pouted, looking very young indeed. I found myself curious as I ran my index along his bottom lip, surprised by how soft it is. I began drawing small circles on both his lips, giggling quietly when his eyebrows creased further.

Harry mumbled incoherent words as he fumbled to push my hand away. I withdrew my touch and stretched back out on my side, letting out a small yawn in the process.

I rose from my spot and flicked off the t.v., wandering through the dark house. I ended up in the kitchen, opening the fridge door boredly. I scanned the contents inside and found myself disappointed. I should probably get more groceries.

I jumped in fright at the sound of thunder, spinning on my heel to look out the window. I frowned at the sight of small raindrops pelting against the window pane lightly, quickly turning into heavy rain. I carefully stalked back to the living room, constant flashes of lightening alluminating the house eerily.

I sat down beside Harry, not wanting to wake him up, but not wanting to sit up by myself either. Another crack of lightening caused me to jumo hysterically, falling on top of Harry's body in the process. Instead of moving I quickly huddled into his side, slotting myself in behind him and burrowing into his back.

"What are you doing, Delilah?" he mumbled. I must have woken him up.

"There's a storm outside and I'm... I'm scared," I admitted, glad for the lack of light. My cheeks felt hot.

"There's no need to be afraid," he yawned, turning around clumsily and hugging me into him. I instantly felt better, his warm body amd loud, steady heart beat blocking out the sounds outside. I smiled as I huddled impossibly closer, enjoying the feeling of serenity that was washing over my entirety.

"How was the movie?" I asked quietly, trying to keep him awake sice there's no chance I'm going back to sleep. Harry chuckled.

"I dunno," he shrugged. "I fell asleep straight after you."

"God we're lazy," I giggled, feeling him laugh quietly as well.

"Yeah, we are," Harry agreed before it went silent again. With every strike of lightening I moved just that little bit closer to Harry. He must've fallen asleep again, his breathing slowind down and deepening. Soon he began to let out loud snores that helped to drown out the sound.

After a while the storm began to settle, the heavy raindroos returning to a light sprinkle and the lightening disappearing completely. I sighed happily, glad the torrential weather was over. The sound of frogs croaking and crickets singing began to blend with Harry snoring, his heart beat creating a drum-like beat to the sleepy song being made.

I rolled around so I was facing the couch now, allowing a tad more space so we both could fit on it better. I've always loved cuddling, especially when I'm scared.

Harry's cuddles were quite magical, the feeling making me sigh in contempt. The song made from nature and Harry made the perfect melody, and I soon found myself nodding off to it.

(a/n: Guys, I have had the worst week. Christmas was shit, my uncle died, and I watched him take his last breath and everything. It was horrid.)