Cut Ropes (A One Direction Fanfiction)

20: Work

//I hope you like this chapter! This is where the real story begins. ;)\\

“She’s asleep. I know. Yes I know. Do I have to say it again? I will. I know. I’ll tell them. She won’t. She’s fine. I have her, she’s fine. Okay but she-okay.”

The only thing I can think about right now is how incredibly tired I am. I don’t even want to open my eyes but I am way too curious to know who Harry was talking to on the phone.

I rolled off of the couch, literally, and landed on my stomach with a thud. I groaned. “Logan?” Harry called from upstairs. I responded by groaning again. Falling to the floor wasn’t very smart. But I never claimed to be very smart.

I stood up and wrapped the blanket around me. I looked up the stairs to see Harry chuckling at me. “Good morning sunshine,” he laughed. “Fuck mornings,” I responded. He laughed even more. I decided to not talk to him because he is annoying and hope that I just dreamt that he was talking about me on the phone. I laid back down on the couch only to be, yet again, disturbed by the annoyance that is Harry Styles.

He shook me. “What?” I groaned.

“I’m taking you to breakfast.”

“No.”

“I will throw you off this couch right now. Get up,” he demanded. I kept my eyes closed and rolled onto my side, covering my face with the blanket to drown out his commands.

Just as I thought he left, I felt the couch dip on either side of me. Before I knew what he was doing, I was flipped onto my back and opened my eyes to Harry smirking down at me.

“I like you under me,” he said thoughtfully.

I didn’t speak or move or think or breathe. I didn’t want to. My feelings for Harry constantly confuse me. I always feel this tug towards an enter sign that makes me want to hop on him so fast, kiss him so hard, and hope he wants to love me too. But the other side tugs me towards the exit door, reminding me of his insults, snide remarks, and asshole attitude he seems to have towards almost everyone. I also know nothing about him. So as I am pinned under him, only separated by a few layers, I stay silent, because I have not been pulled completely towards the enter or exit door.

“Come to breakfast with me, love,” he smiles down at me, leaning closer to my face. He’s basically straddling me. I could kiss him right now.

“I want to go home,” I attempt to say in a strong voice, but it comes out in a whisper. His features harden at my words.

“What home? Your parents’ whom you hate? Niall and Zayn’s house you’re crashing at? A hotel? Some random guy you find at a party?” he says harshly. The words hurt. They are more than they should. But they do, indeed, hurt. They hurt because it’s true. Where is my home? They say home is where the heart is and I honestly don’t know where my heart is anymore. I used to think it was here, at this college, being anywhere away from my childhood home was my new home to me. But the more that I think about it I realize how stranded I actually am.

I bite my lip to stop myself from tearing up.

“You are home,” Harry whispers lowly, running a finger across my jaw.

“But-“

“Let’s go to breakfast,” he said to interrupt me. He slowly got off of me and took my hand to help me off the couch.

“I need to get ready and I don’t have anything to wear,” I said, looking down at my sweats and vneck from yesterday.

Harry sighed and ran past me up the stairs and into his room, coming out with a jacket. “You’re fine. We are just going to The Corner,” he said, throwing the jacket at me. I ran my hand through my hair in an attempt to brush it, and then put on Harry’s jacket. I put my hair up into some rat’s nest of a ponytail thing and met Harry at the door.