IMPERFECT // H.S.

chapter6

Harry's POV

I told this girl I'd give her 5 minutes but that has somehow turned into 50. I haven't been listening much, instead I've just studied her. I don't know why but I feel like I have an infatuation with her.

"Harry?" She questions and I'm snapped out of my thoughts, "Are you listening?" She adds. I heard some parts of her telling me about...well I don't know what she was talking about to be honest.

"No sorry, what is it?" I respond and she rolls her eyes.

"I asked you to tell me a little about you," she smiles. Damn even when I don't listen to a word she says she's still nice to me, people normally would have been long gone by now.

"I'm a poor boy who moved here from England 3 years ago," I sigh, she frowns. I don't know what she expected me to do, tell my whole damn life story? I just met her, wow nosy and annoying. Great.

"What did you expect? Hi, I'm Harry styles and I live in a two story mansion where I sit in my indoor pool and sing Stevie Wonder songs all day, well let me tell you...." I'm immediately cut off by her voice.

"No of course not, I was just hoping to find out more about you," she frowns. I kinda feel bad for being a dick but I can't let anyone in. I was only friends with Tyler because he gave me the hook up with drugs and scotch, I don't need real friends.

"I've already told you I don't want to make friends," I snap, hoping that she will take the hint this time and leave.

"Oh come on Harry, you can't tell me you don't get lonely," she raises an eyebrow at me. Of course I get lonely, but that's how I like it because I get to drown out the loneliness and pain with my only real friend, alcohol.

"No, leave me alone," I spit trying to intimidate her with the harshness of my voice. It doesn't work. She stays put, now I can add stubborn to the list of things this girl is. She raises her eyebrow once again and smiles at me.

"Okay fine, we can talk every once in a while, but let me make this clear, we are not friends," I assure her making myself clear that is not what this is. I'm simply being 'nice' to her.

"Whatever," she teases, rolling her eyes. This girl rolls her eyes so much I'm surprised they don't get stuck in the back of her head.

Bella's POV

I make my way back to my dorm after my long talk with Harry. He was surprisingly some what nice today, with the exception of him making it clear many times that we are not friends. I know deep down he wants a friend but I'm just gonna let time play its part on this. Who knows we could be best friends one day or maybe worst enemies; that's where fate comes into play.

I turn the key in the lock and open the door slightly, when I enter I find Corinne straddling a random guy. As Corrine's eyes meet mine they turn angry and she stands up and stomps over to where I'm standing.

"What the fuck Isabella?" She whispers sternly. What was she expecting? For me to just not come home tonight or to just sleep in the hallway? I don't understand this girls logic.

"What do you mean? Corrine, this is my dorm too," I snap, loud enough for the guy who's now pulling his pants up his legs to hear. Corrine rolls her eyes and walks over to the stranger roughly making out with him. I walk over to my bed putting my bag down, waiting for Corrine to get this guy the hell out of here.

Corrine slips on a shirt and shorts, if you could even call them that, and grabs the guy by the hand leading him out the door. Something tells me they weren't done. I decide I've had enough for one day so I grab my toiletry bag and head for the showers.

When I come back to the dorm Corrine still hasn't returned, I have an idea she won't be back. I set my alarm and and crawl into bed, hoping Corrine won't come interrupting my sleep like this morning. I might have to kill her if that happens again.

Harry's POV

As my drive back to Breckinridge comes to an end, I see that the lights to my house are still on. My mum is still awake, probably worried sick because I took so long to get home. I got caught up talking to that girl, Isabella, I think her name is. I lost track of time and started my long ass journey home a hour late.

When I get inside I see my mum asleep on the couch. I see her tear stained cheeks and I shake her awake.

"Mum? Are you okay?" I softly ask the only  person I love in this world. It kills me when she is upset, it's the only time I ever care.

"Harry?" My mothers face full of confusion.

"Yes, mum, are you okay?" I repeat trying to get some answers out of her.

"Harry, sit down," she instructs. Shit. This can't be good. She hasn't been like this since my dad.

"Listen Harry, I've been going to the doctor a lot because they discovered a lump in my right breast. They did the final tests today and they confirmed I, in fact, have cancer," she cries. Damn it... God no. Why her out of all people? Why her? She's so strong and I know she can push through this but...why her? Why the only person I truly care for? Tears gather in my eyes as I take a deep breath trying to hold them in. I have to be strong for her and for myself.

"What will happen?" I question letting a tear escape, immediately wiping it so she can't see.

"I will have to go through chemo every 3 weeks, I get one week of chemotherapy and then three weeks of rest and so on," she confirms with a small smile trying to calm me.

"I will be fine darling, don't worry about me. I'm a big, strong girl," she assures. I know she is trying to help but it's only making me want to cry more. The one person I care for in this world is sick and there is nothing I can do about it.

I help my mom to the bed tucking her in, kissing her head. I make my way to the liquor cabinet. I've never had so much pain to drown out, I'm gonna need extra tonight.