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chapter sixteen

Harry Styles

The moment she called I knew something happened. I don't know June that good, but I know her well enough that she wouldn't call me just for fun. I was kinda worried about her to be honest. June can be stubborn and she isn't always that nice to everyone, in fact she hated my guts when we first met, so I hope she didn't get herself in trouble.

When I saw her standing in front of me I saw a different June. A vulnerable girl, scared and worried. It concerned me, what happened that she was like this?

As we sat down, she started to speak. words escaped her mouth slowly. I could tell she was uncomfortable. She looked at me in worry. Maybe she was afraid to tell me the story, of maybe she just didn't know how to bring it. Whatever it was I had to make sure she felt comfortable. I slowly rubbed her back in comfort, only hoping not to scare her even more.

When she finished her story I noticed that a tear was rolling down her cheek, I love that she is opening up to me but I hate to see her hurt. I pull her in for a hug and we stay silent for a

"I don't really know what to say yet, I'm sorry. But it's alright, don't worry he must had deserved that punch." Idiot. now she must think I'm not taking her seriously. I look her in the eyes, waiting for an reaction.

"Thank you Harry" she says. Giving me a small smile. I wish I knew what to say, I wish I could tell her more than just 'it's alright'.

She was really tired, I could tell. I'm still holding her while she softly sobs into my arms. She wanted to be strong, she didn't want to fall back into the old habits anymore. but a part of her old self came back, and that's what she is the most sad about. I told her it was okay, and that she shouldn't blame herself for it but she wouldn't believe me. After about twenty minutes her cries had stopped, and she was now sleeping peacefully. She looked beautiful. I picked her up, carefully, and brought her to my room. She needs her rest. I softly placed her on my bed, taking her shoes and socks of and placing my duvet over her hoping not to wake her up. "Goodnight June" i wisper. Not that she could hear me, bit it are the thoughts that count.

I made my way back downstairs and lied down on the couch. It's not that I didn't want to lie next to her in my bed and hold her, but It's just that I think she would mind. I honestly think she would be mad at me, our friendship is just getting started and I don't want to ruin it already.

Authors note

Hi!

So i thought let's write from Harrys POV. Hope you like it.

Xx.