masterpiece | harry styles

Materpiece | Warm Nights

Masterpiece | Warm Nights

It has been one day since Harry had last seen Tawni and he was completely going insane out right now. She didn't even have to say a word to him, yet she already has his mind hooked. All he did was compliment her endlessly on her looks but that was it. If he would have known better then he would have never went near that woman. Tawni was something that could be lethal to Harry, and he didn't know if he entirely wanted that for himself. He is already crazy as it is and he's going mad now.

Her skin..her beautiful skin is what really captivated him the most. This woman looked like she stole some of the sun's energy and she looked so radiant. Never has he seen a woman with hair that short, but only Tawni could make it look sexy and that attracted him. Her lips, her body, and her overall demeanor had him drooling. Not even once has be been so caught up on a woman that he barely even knew. Women weren't a problem for him and he knew that personally because he could get anyone he wanted: but this was different.

Being only twenty-eight years old Harry has gone through many women like they were old clothes. He didn't respect women anymore and that is the way it was. No hard feeling or anything, but he didn't have time to settle down with a woman to have a great future with, Harry wasn't like that and he doesn't see himself being like that at all. He was out for what was in between and that was it. Nothing less, nothing more and that's how it's going to be for a long time, so why even try when you already failed?

He doesn't like the fact that Tawni is clouding his mind because he could barely hear the different voices inside of his head. He didn't know what to do because he listened to those voices even though he didn't want to. They all gave him advice, pushed his buttons, and overall made him crazy in general. For a man being in asylum for nine years you would expect for him to be fine, yeah? Wrong, because Harry will never get his mind right and those voices will never go away. But for some reason, he wanted them back in his head again.

"No, no, no," Harry groaned out of annoyance and irritation. Tawni had came up in his mind again and this is the billionth time that this had happened, and honestly, he wanted it to stop.

There was no reason why a stranger should be making him feel this way. He hated that she is all he thinks about and it was driving him crazy. The man couldn't sleep and he definitely couldn't even think either—but when does he ever think anyway?

Getting up from his bed he huffed deeply and went to go find his pack of cigarettes in his drawers. Once he found the small white laminated box and his black skull lighter Harry took both of those items and headed outside.

Now, he hated summer but the only thing that he didn't hate so much was the night temperature that the summer season provided. It wasn't too hot and it wasn't too cold either; the weather was nice and that said a lot coming from the man that hated almost everything.

He walked down his apartment stairs and sat on the bottom step. His one bedroom studio was hidden in an dark alley and the only way to find your way out of it was either going left or right. If he went left then you were immediately greeted with the city and the "normal people", but if you went right then you would just see a bunch of slums on the corner along with other dangerous people and apartments.

"They aren't as dangerous as me, no?" Harry spoke to himself with a bitter chuckle while he lit himself a cigarette and inhaled the nicotine smoke. It calmed his nerves but didn't do much justice since he was still feeling antsy.

Moments later he heard footsteps padding against the wet street that belonged in the middle of the alley. Sounded like heels almost. Prostitute probably, he thought as he took another puff of his cigarette. Harry didn't bother to look up because he knew that no one was going to mess with him so he continued smoking.