Walking Disaster (Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 17

~Angel's POV~

"It's fine, It's me, Angel. Just me." Harry said in a soothing tone. It took me by surprise, I only heard him speak in two different tones when it came to me. And it was never soothing or calm as it is now.

"Where are we?" I stuttered out as I stumbled closer to him.

"It looks like some closet full of cleaning supplies." He lead us to a wall and lowered us down until we were both sitting side by side.

I was nervous. I haven't been this close to Harry ever, well except when he woke me up when he was drunk and angry. I didn't know what to do like what did I do with my hands, just fold them up in my lap or put them at my sides or legs? Do I just let them dangle in front of me or should I fold them up to my stomach as I desperately wanted to do right now. Should I say something? I wouldn't have any clue as to what to say, so I sat, quiet as these thoughts and questions raced through my mind. I pictured little scripts of each sentence flowing through my brain as I thought of new ones. I must have had a weird expression on my face as I was thinking all that because I felt Harry staring at me. I looked over at him.

“Are you alright?” He asked with a confused expression. My eyes got used to the darkness so I could see him but anything behind him, I couldn't. I don't know if it was possible but he sounded more British when he's confused.

“Uh... y-yeah. They can't get in here can they?” I could hear the high pitched shrieks of them through the closed door of the room we are in, and the closed door of the hall.

“No, no they can't.” He shook his head, messing his curls up. “We're safe here... I think.” He mumbled the last part, hoping I wouldn't hear but of course, I did. He then shook his curls with his hands, swished them off to one side, and coughed when he was done. I don't know why but I was so enhanced by that movement. I couldn't help but stare. There was just some thing about him that got to me, I don't know what it was but I never experienced it before, and I knew I shouldn't be.

Harry must have felt me staring at him because he looked over at me and his green orbs met my grayish blue ones. We had that awkward, uncomfortable eye contact until I broke it. I pulled my knees to my chest and looked down at my fingers.

Harry cleared his throat. I knew he was going to say something after, so I waited.

“So uhh, um. About last night and this morning...” He scratched the back of his neck. He seemed like he was struggling with words. I figured that he must not have angry outbreaks a lot to be apologizing for. Well that's what I figured he was going to do so I didn't say anything, just waited for him.

“I'm truly sorry. I normally don't act out like that but when I saw that magazine and what the press were saying about me, I got so angry. I try to act like what they say doesn't bother me, but it does a lot.  I guess everything got so bottled up inside me, it all came out and I took it out on you. Which wasn't fair to you, you didn't deserve that. And the impression I probably left for you. Man, I probably seem like that world's biggest drunk twat. Really, I don't always come home drunk and yelling. I do drink, I mean that I'm not violent, never like that. I thought you were a fan breaking in or something. I sincerely am sorry. I mean you're going to get so much worse from the fans and the press now. Just by being seen with me, they are going to want to know about your whole existence, who you are, what your relation to me is, why you're on tour with us. They will soon dig up every information they can find about you and ask anyone in your hometown just so they can have a background. They're so low, really soon they will probably know every detail about your whole life, things you didn't even know about yourself. Things you thought no one would know, they will find out. Your going to have to deal with that soon and you didn't need me to be such a prick to you so I am sorry, Angel."