Sunshine (Harry Styles)

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Harry's POV

I watched Sonny go into the elevator, her small form disappearing as the doors shut. She smiled at me once more before she went out of my view.

I slowly turned back around and headed towards my apartment, shoving my hands in my pockets. I hoped I hadn't locked the door, I forgot to grab the key on the way out. Praying silently, I twisted the knob. Thankfully, the door opened.

When I walked into the small apartment, I was greeted once more with the odd darkness and eeriness of the place that I had grown used to over the past week. I desperately needed to get a job, I didn't know how much longer I could take living in a place as creepy as this one.

I walked over to the table, grabbing mine and Sonny's milkshakes that we didn't get to finish, because of me. I felt terrible for saying what I did to her. I shouldn't have said it. I was angry, angry that her fate would place her to where she would have to marry Liam. I was angry that my fate had brought me here to Manhattan, working for Liam. If only the incident hadn't happened, maybe I wouldn't have been stuck there, working like a dog for that family of pricks.

Sonny was the first good thing that's happened in my life in a long time. Her eyes were always bright, and sparkling. They were beautiful. Her whole being was beautiful, but she was completely oblivious that she was. She thinks she's dark, and she thinks she's worthless and un-extraordinary. She's wrong. She was beautiful physically, but her personality and way of thinking was beautiful as well. I felt sorry for her, that she had to live in a society where she felt as if she were different and dark, and she also had to do what the world wanted, and not what she wanted. I could tell it was breaking her.

What I said to her didn't make matters any better. I made the poor thing cry. I would never forgive myself. I tried to make her feel better by holding her, and rocking her as I would a child (hey, she is the size of one) but she went on and on about how she was pathetic and wanted to die. She wasn't saying it directly to me, it seemed as though she was talking to herself, and didn't realize she was saying it out loud. I couldn't believe that I triggered such a thing, right when I was trying to gain her trust, and maybe from a friendship with her. Because friendships lead to more than just a friendship, and, believe it or not, I wanted to be much more than friends with Sonny Claire.

I think I eventually made her feel better. She kissed me. And stripped for me. I was so tempted to take her then and there, she was so beautiful. But, I refrained like the gentleman I am. I knew we would both regret it if we went further than kissing. I'm glad I made the right choice.

As I thought of the events of the evening, I walked into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror at my reflection, I noticed dark bags under my eyes due to the many sleepless nights in this horrendous apartment, stressing over my debt and lack of income. I really needed to find a job.

I stepped over to the shower, turning on the water. While the water heated up, I grabbed a towel and wash cloth, sitting it beside the tub.

Standing in front if the mirror again, I began to unbutton my shirt. I watched as my tattoos slowly crept into view, the swallows greeting me first, and soon the butterfly, along with the many others. I wondered if Sonny Claire had caught a glimpse of them today, or maybe last week. If so, did she approve of them? Did they scare her? Society has placed an image in her head of the perfect man, and I was sure that a man covered in tattoos of birds, butterflies, and seemingly thoughtless objects wasn't it. I just hoped Sonny didn't think along with society. Who am I kidding? Of course she doesn't.

Just as I was about to undo my belt, I heard pounding at the door. I groaned. Who could it be now?

I ripped my belt off, throwing it in the floor. I continued to take my clothes off, hoping the person would just go away, and assume I wasn't home. My mind was immediately changed when the pounding became frantic, and I heard Sonny Claire scream my name.