Broken || Harry styles

Chapter 3

Harry's P.O.V

As soon as I get inside, I head straight to my room to change out of my wet clothes.

I put on some gray baggy sweats and a plain black shirt.

I grab an extra pair of sweats and t shirt for melody.

I walk down my narrow hallways until I reach the living room, but I don't see melody.

"Melody?" I call out

No response.
Where the hell is she?

"Melody?" I say a bit louder walking back down my hallway checking the other rooms.

As I pass by the bathroom I hear quiet sobs.

"Melody" I say again while knocking lightly on the door.

Still no response.

I bring my hand up to the door handle and twist if until I hear a click then I gently pushed the door open.

Melody was in feetle position in the corner of the dimly lit bathroom.
I could see that her upper body kept spasming or jerking As I came closer, I heard soft whimpering sounds and saw that her face glistened with freshly shed tears.

I cautiously took a few steps toward her. As soon as I was in reach of her I squatted down next to her.

I reached out for her but she backed away avoiding my touch until her back it the cold tile wall.

"Melody please come here." i ask

She shook her head no.

I sighed.

I scooted toward her once again getting as close to her as I could without touching her.

"Melody please just tell me what's wrong? I want to help." I state honestly.

"I'm fine" she says with her bottom lip trembling, tears threatening to leave her eyes again.

Melody's P.O.V

"Melody please just tell me what's wrong? I want to help"

Help? Ha I almost laugh at his statement. No one can ever fill the hole I have bored deep into my heart.
No one can make this pain I feel go away. The can't. No one can take away all the horrible memories my past has left me with. I cant forget what happened. It's impossible. I'll always carry around those traumatic memories , all the hurt I've felt most of my life it's just going to go away. Theres an aura of grey around me it's a mist that wont rise. A state of depression that I couldn't see myself through. I'm feel like I'm constantly being suffocated by my guilt, grief, the hell I've suffered through every waking moment. I honestly don't know how much more I can take of this.
I'm destroyed leaving me nothing but a hollow shell.

So no harry, no you can't help.

As i snap out of my trance.
I felt the wet hot tears fill up my eyes, my throat closed tight and each word pitched higher than the last in an effort to squeak out the words that were bottled up inside me.

"I'm fine" I finally croak out.
I attempt to stand but my knees give out.

I close my eyes prepared for the impact.

When it doesn't come I open my eyes to be met with his sparkling jade irises and his masculine arms snaked around my waist in a tight grip.

Harry's P.O.V

As I gaze into her empty eyes what I saw and felt was such emptiness and pure sadness. She has these walls built up so high I don't know if I can ever get her to open up to me but I try anyway.