Endless Darkness | harry styles *completed*

Chapter 37

Cally's POV

"Yeah, we need to talk about that"

What could there be to talk about? He did nothing while I worked on the whole thing, earning both of us a one hundred percent.

"Well, not specifically the project. Just school in general."

"Okay, shoot."

He takes in a deep breath and exhales, blowing a gust of alcohol in my face. I almost forgot that we are both intoxicated from the party we had been at just earlier.

Niall.

Where is he? Is he still at that party with Sasha? Or was it Tasha?

"Anyways," Harry continues.

"I saw that you were looking at colleges."

"How did you know I was doing that?" I laugh at his stalkerish moves. I love it when he makes me laugh. There's only been a few times he's done it but he can be a pretty comical person.

"I saw it on my history in the computer."

"Oh, continue" I urge.

"I don't know what I want to do, I don't even know if I have to go to college." I furrow my eyebrows. How can you not go to college when you'll eventually need a job for money to support your family? I wonder who is wife would be like, or if he'll even have one.

He doesn't seem like the marriage type of guy...

"How would you not have to go to college? You don't even have a job!"

"My parents. They're fucking rich so they would probably agree with me." I remember Harry talking about how his parents send money to him for this stupid house that I've been staying in for such a long time.

"How do they manage to pay for this house, including their's? What do they do for a living?" I can't help but to be invasive of his personal life. There's just so much that I don't know about this man, let alone everyone else he knows, and I'd love to learn more. But there seems to be so much drama in his life: me, Niall, his parents that had left him when he was young.

"They own this hot shot business that's fucking unnecissary to this world. It's like some office shit or something."

"Why don't you live with them?" Harry shifts uncomfortably on the floor. I know how he's feeling, my butt is nearly numb. But also about his parents. I felt, and still feel, abandoned from my parents, if that's what you want to call it. I'd call it getting drunk every night and expecting your daughter to do everything for your lazy ass. But, Harry's case is much worse.

"They left me when I was twelve, I've been here ever since then. The money they send me money is out of pity, probably an 'I'm sorry for leaving you' card from them to me. I have no idea why they left me, though. I guess they just didn't want me anymore." His eyes go glossy after he finishes his story. I understand, Harry. I really do.

His parents must be terrible people, then. Who would leave their child with no supervision in a big house by themself? I feel bad for him now, not hate nor affection.

"I'm so sorry." I scoot across the small space between us. My arms wrap around him and I sit on his lap. I guess this is what whiskey and beer can do to a girl.

"It's fine, really. They're just shitheads." He pushes me a little but I don't move from his lap as he wipes his cheeks. This is probably the closest I've ever seen of him crying.

"I'm tired as fuck." Harry lifts me off of him and bares himself down to his boxers and crawls in bed. I'm tired too but I don't think I can make the 20 feet to my room. My feet and head hurt so badly that I can feel the pulse in both areas.

I turn the light off and join him in bed without permission. He doesn't seem to mind as he scoots himself off of the bed for me. I turn on my side facing the opposite side of Harry.

This is nice. I don't know how long Harry's affectionate side will be visible as he lazily wraps his arms around my waist but I will enjoy every second of it.

...

Harry and I both wake up to hangovers and red eyes that burn like hell. I guess we didn't go to bed as early as I thought.

"I'm taking a shower." He excuses himself and drags his feet to the bathroom. As soon as the shower starts I stand from the bed only to wince at the pain that shoots through me from my feet. The things women go through for our looks...

"Hey, Cally! Could you get me a towel? I forgot mine." Harry shouts after the water turns off.

I get a towel from the linen closet in the hallway and return to his room. The only time I've seen Harry's bits was at that freaking "after party" Niall threw for their band. Of course, though, that doesn't really count so right now I'm pretty shaky.

But I'm sure he'll be in the shower with his hand out waiting for a towel. Why are my hands so clamy now? I open the bathroom and enter the cloudy area. The shower curtain is closed so I'm guessing Harry is inside.

"Here ya go." I set the towel on the toilet and turn.

"Wait!"

"What?" I turn back around. The curtain is now opened revealing Harry shaking his wet hair back and forth in the towel. And, might I add, is naked.

"Could you get me my phone, too? I've gotta ask the lads about practice today." It takes all the might in me to not look at his glistening physique so I simply nod and exit in search of his phone.

I find it on his night stand next to his bed and return it to him. He has the towel around his waist now which lessens the tension just a little bit.

He dials a number in to his phone and waits for the endless ringing to stop. Liam's voice picks up after the third ring.

"Harry, band's meeting at my place in an hour, it's an emergency..." And he hangs up.

A/N

Oh my gosh I feel soooo terrible! I've missed you guys soo much and Im sorry for not updating for three hundred years!

I was having some troubles in my personal life but theyre all sorted now and im back:)

QOTC: What is your favorite transition of the boys in the You & I music vid?

Mine is when Louis turns in to Harry because it's adorable! Louis' small hand suddenly turns in to Harry's very large hand and it just makes me tremble!!