Who Won The Girl (Harry Styles)

Chapter 48

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[Harry's P.O.V]

He finally unlocks the door after scanning my face with one eye, as if I were a stranger, and calmly makes his way to the bed. I follow him and take a seat next to him on the hard, uncomfortable bed. I look around the extremely small, grey room with nothing but a small window at the very top. He doesn't look at me but his breathing is steady as he shows no sign of fear or surprise, really.

''Why are you so calm?'' I break the silence. 

''I don't know, what even is the point of screaming or panicking? They'll think I'm more insane,'' He rolls his eyes. Even in such situation, he manages to make a logical explanation. If they heard him, they wouldn't believe he was even close to being a psycho. 

''That's true,'' I nod. This is the first time we've spoken properly for a long time and a lump grows in my throat at the thought. I watch him carefully as he blinks a few times, adjusts his glasses, but his stuttering and fiddling with everything traits are long gone. He's grown into someone much stronger than he was a few months ago. I toughened him up; I made him deal with it everyday that he's learnt to accept it. No, actually, he hasn't. Which is why he's here.

''Why are you here?'' He finally looks at me. I can't tell whether he's curious or wants me to leave, as I scan his body language for a hint. He just stares at me neutraly waiting for a reply and I go with curiosity. I hadn't even noticed there was a security guard in the corner of the room and I grow more uncomfortable at his presence.

 ''I just wanted to see you.'' All my built up words and thoughts are jumbled up to make non-sense. 

''Why? You didn't yesterday, or the day before that, or before that, or'' His voice is still low and calm. 

''You should've told me you had a problem. I didn't know, honestly I didn't know I hurt you that much. I'm sorry, you should've told me.'' I cut him off.

''I don't have a problem. You believe these morons too? I'm not a psycho, Harry.'' He furrows his eyebrows as he tries to convince himself.

''I don't think you are, but there still must be something that made them think you're one.'' I try to put it in the nicest way possible. I wasn't used to being so civil and straight forward with him and I could tell he wasn't either. 

[Ross' P.O.V]

Why is he here? I ask myself. I can't deny the relief of seeing him; I needed anyone familiar, the building was too intimidating and foreign to me. I thought he hated me. I thought he would've liked me leaving more than anything. I'm angry at him, I try to convince myself. I'm angry that he's built this mental state in me that I hadn't even noticed I had. Even though I'm angry, I don't scream or yell at him. I don't have the energy, the breath, the mentallity to. 

''I don't think you are, but there still must be something that made them think you're one.'' He bites on his inner cheek. He's right, so right it's scaring me. A part of me was comforted that he thinks I'm not, but I know deep down inside I am.

I begin to explain to him everything that happened from this moring onwards as the painful flashback hits me.

''So yeah, that's what's happened between us.'' I finish explaining to my mother the whole situation, avoiding eye contact by looking down at the cereal I still haven't touched. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders; but by the looks of her face, have been added on to hers.

''Ross,'' Her shaky voice says. 

''Yeah?'' I look up to her. She places her half eaten french toast back on the plate.