That Co-Worker [Harry Styles]

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Chapter Fifty-Seven

* D a r c y *

"The moment I saw you was a hatred upon my eyes." I admit to Harry, who wasn't every pleased by out first meet or eye glance. "You were mysterious though."

Harry stood in front of me, still close to me, not holding on to me but just focused diligently on my lips at every word I spoke. "When I saw you with that cigarette, uff! I just.." I groaned tightening my knuckles at a hard grasp in the space between our faces. Harry lightly smiled but no laugh left his expression. Soft eyes, soft expression on his face made me carefully grant him a gentle light curve upon my lips. "But there was always something about you that made me drawn to your presence. Is that weird?"

His tall slim figure never left and the connection between our eyes stayed comfortably stable. "Nope." He curves his lips. "Hatred is a strong word Mary." He lightly bites his bottom lip, then looks up.

Wow, how can a persons eyes make heart flutter with happiness in a allegro rhythm? When eyes come back to me, he smiles. "I only smoked because I wanted to get sick, I wanted my lungs to get dark and wasteful. Die on it's own."

He was sympathetic but with a warm, but happy smile. It confused me but also made feel sympathy for the boy. "Why?" I asked. "Why would you do that yourself." Though, I had a strong prediction that he's want to die like how Melanie passed away from - Cancer.

"Predict it and you are right." He says, now frowning. "Six years."

For six years he has smoked from night till morning. It made me angry but my anger right now wouldn't be appropriate for the mood. So, I listened for more.

"Six years I have been wanting my lungs to become ill and black with all the packs I smoked from. Drank, and tried to poison my system with over drinking alcohol." He reveals his past. "Nothing really happened to me, the doctor said I was healthy as ever." He sniffs from his runny nose. "It's weird because people die from this and get ill by this. And I can't it's like.. never mind."

"Like the heavens wanting you stay on earth? Or a spirit of some sort, in this case Melanie; helping you, curing you from a disease you are preventing? People do this by choice, and it is a complete sin to attempt suicide. It is hard to loose someone you love." Harry's eyes have become dark. "It's hard to see the one you love leave and never see again. Especially from something they didn't deserve." He nods and his eyes soften once again. "You loved her and she was everything you ever wished for. My father was perfect but, he went through the wrong direction and began to do drugs and smoke an awful lot."

My eyes weren't teary or filled with sadness. Though his were slightly getting watery but strong enough to pull his manly side together. "Exactly." He moves a bit more closer to me. "Ever since I tried to commit such plan towards myself. I realized that I have been wasting my time, by just nothing. It feels relaxing and all but it sicken me. Then you told me to stop which actually made my life seem interesting for a change. Many people tried to speak with me, innocent ones were the ones who kept distance.. How did you do it."

"I don't know." I reply with a smile. "But, promise me. Please promise me, you will take care of yourself and begin to smile again?"

Harry frowned in an instant, looking away from me after my question. It bothered me that he didn't answer quickly, making me wonder if he was considering such attempt. He just finished saying it wasn't worth his time anymore, but why hesitate to answer? The longer he took, the more I grew impatient.

"Smiling is so hard for me." He says. "I barely began to talk in my English class today. Everyone was taken aback." He confesses.

"How is it hard?" I asked.