New York [harry styles au]

13

13.
All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey. Oh yes, I was California Dreamin' alright- though, it wasn't winter just yet. It was now the last week of October. As for Harry's search mission for who had raped Angelina, it had failed. Angelina burst out crying all over again the next morning, when her and I had woken up to find Harry on the other sofa, sitting with his head in his hands. She stood and left the apartment, slamming the door so hard behind her that I sworn I had felt the ground shake. Harry's eyes were red-rimmed and full of disappointment.

"How could somebody do something like that to a girl who was minding her own business? She did nothing, I'm going to find him and I'm going to kill that motherfucker." He cried into my shoulder as I held him tightly.

It was a quiet day in the apartment, not so much as a buzz for somebody to come up there. Harry spent the day in bed, and I didn't know what to do with myself. I think I ended up sleeping on the sofa again.

I wasn't the only one to feel happy with October nearly being over. I knew this, especially, because of a person buzzing our apartment in the morning of October 31st. Harry groaned, instantly going back to sleep, so I stepped to the door to find Beatrix and Smith standing behind it. They had huge smiles on their faces, something I hadn't seen for a fair few days. My eyes scanned their hands to find Beatrix holding two pumpkins tightly in her hands and Smith clutching a huge bag, from the top of it, I could see a witch's hat and broom among other things.

"Beatrix, Smith. it's good to see you."

"Is it Beatrix and Smith? Or is it the ghosts of Beatrix and Smith? Who knows." Smith replied before making a ghostly noise, I merely raised an eyebrow as he stepped past me.

"I thought we could all use some cheering up." Beatrix said. Her eyes were held up with bags, her cheeks still swollen; she had known of Angelina's incident the day afterwards and to say she was utterly heartbroken wouldn't do the feeling she felt justice. I nodded towards her. "Go and wake Harry up, have a shower, get dressed and we'll carve some pumpkins. I've called Angelina."

I did what Mother-of-the-group Beatrix had said and found Harry to laugh when I told him the reason why somebody was at our door at 11am. We both freshened up and were dressed within half an hour. When we left the bedroom, we entered the living room to find it a haunting mess. Smith was on a step ladder, Angelina (who had arrived while we were getting ready; Beatrix had let her up here) was laughing at him, as he dangled grey cotton from the ceiling and over picture frames. It all seemed a bit exaggerated to me. Meanwhile, Beatrix was stood in the kitchen over the two pumpkins which were now sitting on the counter before her. She took two very sharp knives and placed them beside the orange objects.

"Here they are." Beatrix announced, looking at us. Angelina glanced up to me with a small smile, which faded into anguish as she peered at Harry. I sensed tension between them. She hadn't visited since she left that morning, and I knew there had to be a reason behind it. "Now, who wants to carve the pumpkins?"

It seemed to be Harry and I who were pushed towards Beatrix's station whilst Angelina stayed beside Smith, passing the decorations up to him whenever he would need them. Harry took one of the knives straight away, looking at the sharp blade with strange curiosity, before I did the same and Beatrix stood between us to guide us through where we should cut. We both went for the traditional style of halloween shape, the zig-zag mouth and huge oval eyes, but Harry grew bored of the activity a lot quicker than I expected. Before I knew it, he threw pumpkin pulp over my head and it became laced through my hair. Beatrix looked worried at first before smiling widely; I had laughed and returned the throw with my own handful of pulp. We both began a mini food fight, hiding behind counters and tackling each other until we were both on the floor, in fits of laughter. Smith and Beatrix both watched with chuckles but Angelina didn't so much as look up at us.