You & I || H.S.

Chapter 21

"I fought with my father." He said, head in his hands and I know for sure that he's crying even if he's trying his best to hide it.

I patted his back and heard him sniffle. I don't think fighting with your father will lead you to cry and sniffle, especially Harry. From the time I got to spend with him and from the past three years I knew him, I got to know that Harry's so strong and that he never sheds a tear. Or that's what everyone says.

"Harry what's wrong?" I asked, worry evident in my voice. I furrowed my eyebrows in cunfusion. He stopped crying as his breath steadied and then wiped away the tears from his face before leaning back up and looking at me.

I gasped when I saw his facial appearance. His eyes were bloodshoot from crying and he had dried tears on his face. His face was vary pale and he was shivering from the cold.

"You don't get it Ashley and you won't ever do!" He bellowed and his eyes suddenly widened, so did mine. Did I hear him correctly? Did he just call me Ashley?

"A-Ashley?" I stuttered. His eyes widened even more, if that's possible, and looked at me for a moment as if making sure I'm a real person.

"I-I'm sorry, Anne. I-I didn't, I didn't-" He started, but I cut him off.

"Never mind, Harry. You're probably tired. I'll go get you a blanket." I said, the words rushing out of my mouth.

I started getting up, but he grabbed me by the wrist.

"Annabeth, wait. D-Don't go! Don't leave me!" I was surprised by his sudden outburst, but sat back down beside him and engulfed him in a tight hug.

Harry's words flattered my heart. He didn't want me to leave, does that mean anything? I don't know, but it's clear he wants my company.

"Promise me you'll never leave me too, Annabeth." He whispered, holding me tight like a child who's holding his mother afraid to go to his school on the first day. I smiled widely.

"Never!" I promised, ignoring the 'too' part because I don't know what he means and I am not in the mood of asking him its meaning. I was completely honest, though. I am never leaving Harry as long as he doesn't do anything that'll break me like Ashley.

We pulled back a minute later and he held my hand tightly which caused me to smile at his affectionate action. He's really scared that I'll go, but little did he know that I am cursed by him and can't go anywhere because I love him more than anything in my life.

He stared at me, green, forest-like eyes boring into my blue ones. I stared at his glossy eyes and got lost in them. How could anyone have this great effect on you when you only look at their eyes?

"You know Anne," he started, not breaking our eye contact. "Sometimes I wish I was just a simple person getting to live a simple life, not the Harold Edward Styles son of Desmond Styles, air and future owner of the Styles companies. I wish I was anyone, but me!" He explained then sighed. I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"How come? Harry, your life is perfect! I mean, Not economically, but you have a wonderful sibling, a caring mother and a pretty strict father. That's everything I had and wish for in my life." Beside you, I mentally added. He smirked and looked at the ground, breaking the eye contact.

"I knew you'd say that!" He sighed again. "You see Annabeth, sometimes it's a lot more better if your parents are dead than being alive, especially mine." He said and I raised my eyebrows and shook my head in disbelief.

"How so? Do you know how bad it is to have your parents dead? To be an orphan? To live all alone since you were thirteen? I wish for my family to come back even if they came back as demons! At least, I'd have a loving and caring family to protect me and comfort me when I'm down!" I was now yelling. I don't know why, but Harry was getting on my nerves. How dare he say that having dead parents is sometimes better than having them alive?