First Cut Is The Deepest (One Direction - mainly Harry Styles)

Chapter 5

Hey guys, so I know that it isn't long but a much longer chapter will be up tonight or tomorrow, also in this, I have written Danielle as Liams girlfriend! Would you like me to change that or? Again, trigger warnings to do with cutting and if any of you ever want to talk, I am here. :) 

I ate my soup in silence and was conscious of the fact that Harry’s legs was behind me and I did my best to not lay against them. Halfway through the movie however, I found myself getting more comfortable and leaned back onto his legs. The general chit chat was soothing and something that I often found comfort in. It was quite astounding how these famous people could find something so amazing in such simple things like guessing the killer in a TV show. But I guess that sometimes what we see, isn’t what it is. Harry shifts and I move slightly, holding myself an inch above his legs but I catch Zayn looking at me with a hint of concern in his eye so I lean completely against Harrys legs and smile reassuringly, he smiles back but I’m not sure that he is totally convinced that everything is okay. The end credits role and I turn to face everyone.

“I think we deserve some kind of holiday!” Niall announced and there are murmurs of agreement from the others. Don’t say camping. Don’t say camping. I plead but then Harrys voice rings out.

“Camping?” Again, there are murmurs of agreement and excitement. Cursing to myself, I start collecting empty soup bowls and walking to the kitchen to tidy up. Out of the corner of my eye I see Zayn begin to stand up but soon enough Harry is there, carrying the remaining bowls. Closing my eyes, I lean against the counter, but wince when pain starts to kick in. He coughs awkwardly and I spin round, I almost fall and he reaches an arm out to me but quickly pulls it back.

“Do you want me to wash or dry?”

“Neither, I’ll do it later.” I tell him, he nods thoughtfully and takes a breath before tracing a finger down my cheek.

“I think camping could be good, for us.” I nod and close my eyes at his touch, how I have missed this.

“Fine then. Camping it is.” He smiles like a child at Christmas and after everything that’s happened to us in the past few months it still holds the power to give me both chills and butterflies. He practically skips back into the living room and I can hear him telling the others how I agreed to camping. It was too normal and it was making my head spin. What happened to him? Why did he change in the first place?