Past, Present, No Future. (Harry Styles)

40. Between Bars

I will warn you now I will be going back and forth between Harry's and Vanessa's POV, so hopefully yall wont get confused.

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"I'll give you space"

The words coming from him wouldn't get off of replay in my head, so far this space that I wanted was a nightmare, all I did was stare at the ceiling every night with no sleep and Liam walking in to check on me every ten seconds. Sophia was sweet enough to talk to me about 'the struggles of boys' but I'm not a hormonic teenager just wanting love, I just wanted happiness and Harry was the only person, besides Liam, who gave that to me.

"I brought you some hot chocolate" Liam's voice came in making me look over to the boy with two mugs in his hands.

I sat up from the bed thanking him for the drink, it has been again another week since Harry and I shared that moment in Gen's laundry room and it's been the longest week in my entire life.

"How are you feeling?" Liam asked sitting on the bed with me.

I sighed setting the hot chocolate on the end table and looking back to him, "I miss him" I breathed out, "I don't want to but I do"

"You've never had someone to be with Vanessa, I guess it's your head telling you that you don't need him"

"So you're saying I do need him?"

He shrugged, "That's for you to decide"

"But I need help!" I whined clinging onto his shoulder making him chuckle.

"I don't think you need help, you just need to clear your head"

"How?"

"Also for you to decide" he kissed my forehead getting up and heading for the door, "Liam" I called having him turn to look at me, "You haven't heard anything from Daddy right?"

He shook his head, "No I haven't"

"Where do you think he is?" I asked crossing my legs.

"I don't know, I just hope it's a long way from here" he smiled walking out the door.

I stretched out to my phone that lie on the nightstand feeling disappointed to nothing showing up on the screen but my wallpaper, I guess I was hoping Harry would have at least messaged me something the past week but with Harry I can never get my hopes up.

I sighed throwing the phone back and flopping back on the bed, I just couldn't understand why I was not angry with him. Why was I missing him? I didn't want to miss him! And sitting here all mucky and in pj's moping around when I could be out doing better stuff and what I'm doing now isn't helping with trying to forget.

But maybe I didn't want to forget.

~ Harry's _ POV +

"Get out of the bed!" Zayn exclaimed taking ahold of my foot and trying to drag me out of my bed but only to have me grip on the head board refusing to get up.

I groaned wiggling my foot out of my sock setting it free from his grasp.

"Niall! Will you get your ass off the couch and help me!" Zayn called grabbing my leg again.

"Let go" I grunted, kicking at him.

"No! I am...not letting...a girl...turn you...into this" he gave up, finally letting go.

"She's not just a girl dick head" I muttered into my pillow.

"Don't give me that gushy shit you see in the movies" he laughed making me glare at him, "Because I know sure as hell you're not about that shit" he grasped onto my leg, "Niall!!"