Polar Opposites

Chapter 24

"You realize that's you're 10th Oreo right?" I burst out in laughter, baring my chocolate covered teeth and a snort from my nose. He smiles, watching me as I bend over in laughter.

"Your fucking gone." I laugh harder, nodding my head in agreement. I can't remember the last time I've smiled, let alone been hungry.

"I needed this. I can't remember the last time I laughed, let alone smiled!" I laugh harder, my face turning red as I continue to hiccup.

"What's going on with you Nicole?" I giggle lowly, trying my best to be serious. His eyes are full of concern, and his eye brows squint with curiosity. I sit, taking in the last bite of my cookie.

"I lost my best friend." I shrug my shoulders, pouting my lip and imitating a cry- causing me to laugh.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He looks at me with questioning, and I eventually look at him back, waiting to see if he's serious or not.

----Harry's POV

I wait for her to answer, but when I see the quiver of her lip and her eyes begin to water, I immediately regret it.

She begins to sob, and I mean blubber like a bitch. I've never imagined Nicole as a cryer, since she's such a hard ass. But here she is, sobbing in front of me, tears mixing with her snot.

I slide over to her, wrapping my arm around her, giving her permission as her face drops to my shoulder.

"I've never felt so alone Harry..." my heart sinks from her words, and I can't help but become angry at whoever caused her pain. She's not alone, she has me, doesn't she? Maybe if I wasn't such an ass all the time she'd see this.

I've seen it in her eyes, the way she no longer smiles. She may force her smile, but it's not the same. When Nicole smiles, her eyes shine, her face glows, and she screams happiness.

She's lost her spunk. She would always look so pretty when I saw her, now her dedication to dress to impress has faded, as bags remain under her eyes and her sweatpants look the same as yesterday.

Her face looks thinner, her skin looks pale.

I wipe her eyes, but they only refill with tears. I don't know what to do. I hold her tight, slightly uncomfortable with the amount of emotion present. Her bedroom door is closed, and I'm almost certain her sobs fill the house. Thankfully nobody is home.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She shakes her head, only sobbing louder. I rest my chin on her head, getting the lingering smell of her coconut shampoo. Her bun sits messily, as I rub her back and feel her hiccups.

"I'm here Nicole, your not alone." My shirt soakens, but I don't care. I feel her pain, I see the sincerity of her sobs, and all I want to do is help her.

All I want to do is heal her pain.

Her sobs eventually stop, and I notice she's asleep in my arms. She leans against me on her carpet, giving herself to me for support. I slowly wrap my arms around her, standing with her in my arms. I place her in her bed, and she remains in a deep sleep.

I gather my things, looking back seeing the peace on her face as she sleeps. She's totally knocked out, probably due to the lack of her sleep. She looks peaceful, yet so sad even while asleep. I feel selfish as I can't help but admire her full lips, slightly parted in sleep. Her hair is messy, her cheeks rosey.

I drive home, incredibly confused that the pain in my chest remains, as the tears remain in the dampness of my shirt.

---- Nicole's POV