Deranged

Deranged Chp.21

Sky's POV

      Harry's flat was still cluttered with moving boxes full of his junk, or "necessary living supplies" as he calls it. I forcefullly ripped open another box and pulled out a teddy bear, "Oh yeah Harry! VERY necessary supplies!" but it was no joke to him. He ripped the bear away from my grip and set it on the couch. "It was my sisters!" he spat in a hateful tone. Regret filled my body... "I'm sorry Harry, it was wrong of me to judge... I never meant to hurt you."
"It's ok, it did kinda look bad." he added with a grin and an almost silent chuckle. Relief hit me when I realized Harry was no longer angered. It wasn't that he frightened me, I just never wanted to retrigger painful memories. Harry slowly studied a picture from a box, unaware I was intentley staring at him. It was hard to focus on the picture, but I could make out that it was Harry with two other women, most likely his mother and sister. My neck jerked away as Harry turned to face me, unsure if Harry wanted me to see him or not. "I, um I'm tired and it's late, we should go to bed. I can drive you home if you'd like..." Harry asked, but by the look on his face I knew he didn't want me to leave. I'll admit, I'd become rather fond of sleeping with Harry. He supplied me with a warmth, beyond what any blanket could, and his bed was quite comfy. I tip-toed over and grabbed ahold of the material covering Harry's torso, pulling him down the hall and into his new bedroom. "Don't think you'd get rid of me that easy do ya Styles?" I seductively taunted, adding a flirty wink at the end. The grin that lit up his face told me he was rather pleased with my taunting gestures. Harry trotted over to his dresser and pulled out another flannel. His closet, I'd come to find out, mainly consisted of flannels, skinny jeans and boots, and sometimes (if his hair wasn't cooperating) a beanie. "Here, wear this." he insisted, chucking the warm material at me. "Why?"
"Because, you look cute when you where my clothes!" he answered, repeating the same taunting gestures I had preformed only seconds ago. I skipped off to the bathroom, securing the door behind me. My greasy hair begged to be washed, and I knew I didn't want to cozy up next to Harry with dirty hair! "Harry? Can I get a quick shower?"
"Sure love, help yourself." 
       I pulled the lever out, releasing the rainfall of hot shower water. I stripped out of my worn out jeans and faded hoodie, and slid into the hot shower. The steaming water beads gently fell from the head of the shower and onto my bare skin, refreshing me almost immediately. I couldn't help but laugh as I noticed the line of multiple "men" shampoos and conditioners along the shower wall. So much for "naturally blessed hair."

       My bare feet hit the cold tile floor, and I combed through my freshly washed hair with a comb I'd found in Harry's cabinet. Once dry, I warmed my body with the fresh clothes Harry supplied. The flannel barely covered my rear end, so I slipped on a pair of Harry's sweats I found hung on his bed post. "Harry?" I questioned, peaking my head into the hallway, searching for the missing boy. A sound coming from the backyard signalled where the curly haired boy hid. I crept into the kitchen and carefully peered through the window (trying to avoid being seen). A small flame gave luminescence to Harry's face as he threw photos into the fire. "Haz?" I questioned, puzzled at the current event taking place. His eyes met mine, and then looked away. "It's ok Sky. Just ridding myself of some of the unnecessary things I possesed."
"Oh! Ok!" I turned to return back inside and try and rid Harry of unpacking a few more boxes. "Wait Sky! Come on, I've got something to show you." Harry held out his hand and I kindly accepted. He led me to the bottom of the giant oak planted in his backyard. He sat down, and rested his back against the tree. It was still chilly outside, but his warmth was enough to keep me heated. "Lay down..." he insisted. I softly placed my head into his lap, while my feet steched out the opposite way, creating a perfect "L" with our bodies. "Look up..." Harry whispered. My eyes gazed up at the illuminated sky, covered in tiny stars (which in reality were bigger than me). "Funny isn't it... How many stars there are? It amazes me how they never die out. No one could ever count them because there are just to many! Kind of like you Sky...There are so many things about you I love, it's uncountable, impossible!" I looked up into the green eyes staring down at me and smiled, bigger and brighter than ever before. I'd never been given a decent reason to smile this big and boldly. My hand reached up and brushed Harry's cheek, "You know Harry, stars can't shine without darkness..." His face lit up and he softly stroked my hair. He reached behind the tree and pulled out a crown, lined with beautiful flowers. "For you, because every princess deserves a crown." He set the flower crown on top of my head. "It's beautiful, thank you Harry. But you forgot one thing, a princess needs a prince too..."