The Art Student (Punk Harry Styles)

Chapter 11:

Her POV:

      I continue to cry as I stare at Harry's busted up face. I can't really control myself, I don't want Harry to see me like this, but I've never seen someone in his condition. Harry tries to comfort me. "Don't cry. I'm alright, promise." Harry whispers, but it doesn't help. I fall into Harry's open arms and hug him  tight as I continue to sob. 

     "I-It's too m-much. T-too bad. You're not safe." I manage to get out in between sobs and sniffles. "I know. I know, but you just need to calm down, and we'll work it out." Harry whispers into my ear. "No! You need to come with me! I-I can take care of you." I say in an angry voice that ends in a soft one. 

      Harry holds me as I cry into his chest and I can feel his soft lips placing kisses into my hair. "I know. But, that's not how it's going to work unfortunately." Harry says in a soft voice. I lift my head from Harry's chest and nod. "I know." I whisper. Why couldn't this just be simple?

      "Would you like to come in before my father comes home?" Harry asks me. "Yeah." I mouth to him. I feel like I've lost my voice from all of the crying. Harry's large hand grabs onto my much smaller one and leads me through his small house and into his closet bedroom. "You know Harry, you can stay with me. You really can. I have plenty of room and- and you would be safe." I tried to convince Harry to come with me and stay. I can't sleep at night knowing that he isn't safe, that he may be being beat right then. I just want him safe, and I believe that I can keep him safe if he'll let me.

         "No. No, I couldn't. I wouldn't want to intrude and your parents wouldn't want me there anyway." Harry responded immediately. I look at him confused before speaking. "I live alone. I turned eighteen last month and I moved out. I have my own flat." I spoke in a whisper, worried for an unknown reason. I can see the shock on Harry's face and when his face scrunches up in concentration, I pray he's considering it.

            "I still don't want to intrude." Harry speaks to me in a whisper. "I promise you, you wouldn't be. I want you there. I want you there so much. I can't stand not knowing if you're ok or not." Harry looks at me with an intense stare. "I know." He whispers in the softest tone I have ever heard his voice sound. And, then I did it. I kissed Harry.

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This is the shortest chapter ever, sorry. The next one will be longer. Thank you for reading if you did! I hope you liked this chapter and are liking the story! Please vote and comment if you want to! :)

-Jena xoxo

Next Update: March 5th