Walking Disaster (Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 18

~Angel's POV~

I didn't say anything more, just cried. That's what I needed, a good cry, to let everything out. Too bad Harry was here and had to witness it. It really was a horrifying sight.

“Oh God, please don't cry. Really, whatever it is, I'm sure it's not that bad, love.” I just stayed in the state I was. Sitting up in a ball crying. “I hate it when girls cry, I never know what to do.” He mumbled to himself. I would have found it extremely adorable if it wasn't for the current situation I was in.

“There, there it's okay. Breathe in and breathe out.” He said, doing breathing motions. “Calm down, it's alright. Everything will be okay.” He now gestured around with his hands.

“I'm not in labor, Harry.” I said. Really that's what he reminded me of. The husband, who was freaking out but trying to calm down the wife who was about to give birth.

He laughed, it was a great laugh really. "Oi, I'm terrible at this, I'm sorry."

I wiped my tears and started to calm myself down. My face turned red now that I was done with my meltdown. 

"Ay, but look, you stopped crying. I must have done something right." He smiled, causing me to mirror his action. 

"And a smile! Another point for Styles!"

"Don't let it go to your head." I fidgeted with my fingers.

"Too late, already did. I'm a woman whisperer." He said all dramatically while he laughed and sat back down besides me.

"Um, I'm sorry about that. Really, every time you see me, I'm freaking out or something. God, it's so embarrassing."  I babbled. 

"It's perfectly fine. It's not easy being thrown into this world with the paps and all. I totally understand if you have a meltdown from time to time." He slung his arm over my shoulders, making me freeze, but then relax, "But uh, do you want to talk about it? I mean are you really fine?" I could tell he was looking at me.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine." I said. I realized my first impression of Harry was wrong. I thought he was a drunk rich boy in a band. Just spoiled and didn't care about anyone. I thought he was an insensitive asshole, but I am starting to see that I was wrong, so wrong. He's caring and sweet. he doesn't judge over my meldowns, he stayed and tried to help, and not to mention his looks. This could be, no not couls, it is going to be bad for me.

We sat in silence for a tad. The only sound was our breathing. Most people would find the silence uncomfortable and have a need to feel it with useless chatter, but not us. Well not me, I don't know about Harry. I liked being quiet. It was the only way to insure that my secrets would be kept hidden, that I wouldn't have to worry about opening my mouth and blabbering and accidentally saying the wrong thing. Considering I already made a fool of myself, I was quite fond of the silence. The shrieks and squealing of the fans hadn't died down yet. In fact, they gotten louder, making me jump at times which caused Harry to squeeze my shoulder blade for comfort I imagined. Yes, his arm was still wrapped around my shoulders and I didn't know how I was supposed to react to that, so I sat still, barely moving only to breath. Afraid that if I made one wrong movement, he would remove the warmth of his arm that I was slowly finding comfort in. I relaxed into the weight of it on my shoulders, it felt good to know someone was there and I wasn't alone, which was so far from the normal. By now, I would've been on the other side of the closet, just to get away from the contact, but I didn't mind Harry's contact and closeness which was odd and bad. Anyways, with the tweet from Jason, that I only know about hopefully, this would be the last time I would let Harry this close. The thought made my heart ache. This was the first time we actually sat down together without one being pissed off. I found out that he is such a sweet heart and I could actually get used to him being around, but now, I'm just going to have to push everyone away. Because of them.

“Bloody hell! Why didn't I think of that before?!” Harry suddenly exclaims, throwing his arms up with a huge smile on his face, which means he moved his one from around me, making my head fall back and hit the wall.

“Ow.” I rubbed the bump that was slowly forming on the back of my head.

“Shit, I'm sorry.” He looked so guilty that I felt bad so I brought my hand down and stopped rubbing my head.

“It's fine, but what were you saying?” I asked, changing the subject to get that guilty expression off his face. I hated when people felt sorry or bad around me, especially when I knew they felt that way because of me.

“You alright?” I nodded and he continued. “Well, you have your phone so why don't we call one of the lads and tell them that we are locked in a closet by a bunch of fans?” He said, as if it was the best idea ever.

“We could, but in order to call them, we need service or the mobile won't work.” I hated saying that. Basically, I was telling him that his idea he thought was so genius, really wasn't.

“Oh yeah.” His shoulders slumped. It was pathetic how sad I got for him getting disappointed. I really needed to stop feeling this way towards him. Suddenly, his face brightened. “We can tweet them!! We do have wifi.” He sat up on his knees. I could see him saying in his head, Styles you are brilliant.

I just shook my head with a small smile as I logged out of my twitter.  “Here, you can tweet them.” I handed him my phone.

He just looked at me confused as he starting typing in his password and all that. “You aren't going to use your twitter account that much anymore, are you?” He asked as he composed his tweet. I loved the way he said twitter.

“Probably not.” That was probably the most truthful thing I've said in a while.

 “Because of the fans and all?” I just nodded and he sat back down off of his knees.

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