Fall (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 8- Crazy

Harry

Her words echoed in my head. I tried shrugging them away, but they had a grip on me. I didn't answer her and she didn't say anything else. I looked around the room; a picture on the bookshelf caught my eye. It was a black and white photo of a couple. They sat on a blanket of grass laughing so naturally I was sure the photographer had caught them off guard. The girl was looking up sharing her smile with the photographer and all who would ever look at the photograph. But the boy was watching her as he grinned. I knew that look although I had yet to have given it; he looked at her as if the earth had stopped because her heart was beating. He had looked at her like that this morning; stealing glances as he pretended to read the paper. 

"Katherine took that." Autumn spoke. She had slipped in and out of her room changing into sweats and a t-shirt.

 "It's raw." I observed more inwardly than out.

"That's an interesting way to describe it." She replied slyly. "She's good isn't she?"

I nodded smiling. We both studied the picture for a moment.

"Does your boyfriend live here with you?" I asked thoughtlessly.

She blushed, "You mean Will? No....I mean-yes. He lives with me, but he's not my boyfriend. He's...my best friend." She answered in a fluster.

"Oh." I walked down the room trying to hide the smirk playing on my lips. I shook my head; it’s not like it mattered.

"Have you been living here for long?" I asked casually.

"A year."

"Have you always lived in New York?"

"No. I was raised in Jersey." She replied.

She was answering my questions yet I felt there was a lot more to those answers than she let on.

"Why do you want to be an actress?" I asked changing the subject to something I knew she liked to talk about.

She sat down on the old teal sofa and looked me in the eyes as she answered. "Have you ever read a book that takes you away completely? It enthralls you so fully that when you look away from the words on the page you wonder if right now is really happening because the world on the pages felt so much more vibrant and in it you had a purpose."

"No...I've never read a book like that." I admitted self-consciously. Her face fell a bit in response.

"When I act I become someone far more interesting than who I am. I get to live in that person's world. I have a purpose...and the illusion doesn't end when I close a book."

"You are interesting." I pointed out. She looked up at me again, her brows furrowing as she scrutinized me.

"Here." She said patting the space next to her on the settee.

I sat and she stood up walking across the room to the kitchen. She opened the wine bottle she bought and poured it into two clear wine glasses. She handed me a glass settling next to me.

"How am I interesting Harold?" She asked. "You don't even know me."

"You make me want to though."

She rolled her eyes at this.

"No, I'm serious, Autumn. You see how you treat me? You are mean. You don't care for Harry Styles. You hate him, actually. It's exhilarating." I explained.

"You are a masochist." She chuckled. I shrugged leaning on the couch's arm. My head bumped into something hard. I turned my head to see what it was.