Depression (Harry Styles Fan Fic)

Chapter 3

I turned on the cold water and splashed some on my face. I washed my hands and dried myself. I gripped the side of sink and stared at my reflection. A disgusting reflection looked back at me. Same, boring, dull, almost gray-blue eyes. A freakishly small nose, and fat, swollen looking lips all framed by my ratty dull brown hair.

What was Harry going to do? Was he going to kiss me? Why, I mean had he looked at me for longer than two seconds?

"Uhm, uh, Alice? Are you alright? Can you unlock the door?", He jiggled the knob.

"Uh, yeah! One sec!", I called out making sure I was calmed down. I opened the door and looked at almost everything except for Harry's head.

A few moments passed by before Harry cleared his throat, "Why did you run in here so sudden? Are you on your um, girly thing?"

I looked him in his eyes, not sure if he was serious or not. Then I burst out laughing noticing how serious he was.

"What? Am I right?", he questioned, a smile creeping on his face.

"N-no," I managed, still laughing a little, "I am not on my period! Or in your words 'girly thingy'!" I said deepening my voice to mock him when I said girly thingy.

"I didn't say 'girly thingy'! I said 'girly thing'! There's a difference! And did you mock me?"

"Me? Hmm, no. Must have been Alice. Because I, Ally, did not," I smiled.

"I believe you're a liar," he whispered.

"Alice doesn't like you very much!"

"Well it's a good thing I'm concerned about Ally, then isn't it?"

My cheeks burned with embarrassment, "That was smooth,"

"I try, Ally, I try,"

"I think we should move on,"

"Oh, like what do you want to do?"

"Am I allowed to leave?", Harry sighed, "Harry?"

"Well, this is kind of like a um.." He trailed off.

"A what?" I questioned.

"I guess it's like a rehab center, in a way. Unofficially officially a rehab center."

"What do you mean? So I can't leave? Is that really why you went out there to save me?"

Questions poured out of me like vomit. Word vomit, that is. I became stressed, I wrung my hands trying not to scratch my wrists out of habit, but I couldn't help it. I was so stressed, I dug my nails into my wrists, just scratching waiting for an answer. I slumped down onto the ground not looking at or feeling anything.

"No, no, no," Harry took a breath and say down across from me. He grabbed my wrists and ran his fingers across the scratches before lacing our fingers together. He let go for a moment to bring my face upwards to look at him.

"This is my home, I have always lived here. My mother took care of me and my sister on her own, mostly," He took a deep breath to calm himself, "She did things like how I helped you. We saved people and let them stay here until they either wanted to leave or got better. I think that answers your questions, or are there more?"

I hadn't broken eye contact with his stunning green eyes once, and I had just noticed the tears that were ready to spill over onto him cheeks. I nodded my head and blinked a few times, just thinking. I should stay and have him help me. A few tears finally spilled over, I brought my hand up hesitantly and wiped away his tears.

"Are you staying or leaving?" he asked me.

"Staying," I smiled.

A/N

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