New York [harry styles au]

03

03.
August was finally here and time spent at Beatrix's flat was interesting, to say the least. It seemed that Angelina didn't find anything appealing about helping Beatrix with cleaning and maintaining the home, so I fulfilled that position instead. But other than that, it was nothing more than essentially a huge sleepover. Angelina and I kept ourselves occupied travelling around the streets of New York, trying our hardest to get jobs. When we were unsuccessful, which was most of the days we tried, we would return home to the flat and watch television on the tiny screen or even just smoke and talk for hours before Beatrix came home; usually to scold us for the mess we had made.

Beatrix's flat was beautifully designed. It was small, but homely. There was a balcony, of where Angelina and I would smoke together; as well as a small living space holding two faux velvet sofas and a very minuscule kitchen attached to that with black and white tiles. There was only one bedroom, which was respectfully Beatrix's. When night would arrive, Angelina and I would grab a pile of cushions from the dark emerald sofas and scatter them onto the carpeted floor. Some would call it living rough, but I had never been happier.

Every few nights, mine and Angelina's talks would enter a whole other level of deep. Those were the nights when I truly began to understand Angelina and why she was the way she was, it deepened our friendship to the point where I believed I had spent my whole life in her company.

"Winona?"She silently called out on my third night staying there.

"Yes?" We were huddled quite close together, she had her head on my shoulder and her breath stunk of whiskey for another night in a row.

"You really interest me."

"Do I? How so?"

"The way you just pack up and leave to a whole other town. Why do you do it?" She sounded like a small child; a little girl with infant curiosity.

"I'm fulfilling a wish that my mother and I had."

"Oh." She starts, "I lived with my dad and he wouldn't ever wish things for the both of us, he only cared about himself, and the women he brought home. Never about me. He would hate when I had nightmares and went into his bedroom, he'd slap me on the arm; or face; or back; wherever he felt like was best and would send me straight back out again." I moved my arm around her body and held her tightly, she found comfort in it. "But it's okay now, because he's gone and I can do whatever the hell I want to do."

"That's right, Angelina."

"Angelica today, please." She chuckled and I did too.

"Okay, Angelica."

"That's princess Angelica to you." She looked at me for a moment and I raised my eyebrow, before we both fell into laughter. Her drunken state not only revealed elements of her life's story but also helped her to find amusement in small things.

We were silent for a while and I thought she had fallen asleep, her breathing had increased as well as becoming a lot deeper and I tried to follow suit.

"It scares me, you know." She suddenly mumbled, almost inaudibly, pulling me back into reality once again.

"What does, Angelica?"

"The thought of you leaving. I know it's only been a few days but you're really nice, you're like a sister to me now." A lump formed in my throat at how hard it would be to leave, that was my initial decision and I wanted to stick to it, but people like Angelina were making the thought of it harder.

"I'm not going anywhere." I whisper gently into her ear, what I initially thought was a lie, but her tense body suddenly relaxes by my words. Before I knew it, she was asleep and so was I.