Beneath Your Beautiful (H.S. AU)

Chapter 14

Exiting the building, my head was spinning, and I couldn't understand why Harry's words had hurt so much. For once, he hadn't been intentionally mean, yet his words almost seemed to hurt even more. I wasn't stupid for wanting to know about him. At least that was what I kept telling myself. And hearing him tell me that I was, made me feel like I had wasted more than a month and a half trying to figure him out as he was constantly on my mind. He might be messed up, but I truly believed I could help him, and I was really hoping he would stop pushing me away, yet once again he had. I began walking down the street not paying attention to the direction I was heading. The things I had heard today only made me crave to know more about Harry and even though he kept hurting me I came crawling back every time. With Niall, it had been a friendship growing into love, and we knew everything about each other. With Harry it was something completely different - something new. I didn't know if love at first sight existed, but even though Harry hurt me, it was like something inside of me only grew, and it had since the day I first saw him at the club where he rejected Paige. I knew my feelings for him weren't the same as for Niall, yet I couldn't help but constantly wonder whether he was okay. Part of me knew that for some reason which had most likely something to do with his dad that he wasn't okay and that made my heart ache for him. Harry was different from Niall, and Harry had already hurt me more times than Niall ever had, yet there I was once again intrigued by him wanting to know more. He told me, I was better off without him, but what if that wasn't true? What if he was exactly what I needed? Then what was I supposed to do when half of the time he didn't seem to want to have anything to do with me?

I felt a raindrop on my cheek and then another and as it started to pour I cursed myself for not bringing an umbrella or at least having made sure I was heading in the right direction. There I was almost hugging myself to the closest building to find a place a little bit dryer so I could use my phone to find my directions. I was soaked as I stood there freezing, my fingers trembling badly almost unable to type anything down. When I finally put in my address, I realized I had been heading in the wrong direction. I had been walking south instead of north, and I mentally smacked myself for not heading for the nearest subway station right away.

A car stopped, and I removed my wet hair from my face trying to see if it was anyone I knew but I couldn't tell due to the rain. The window opened, and I heard an all to familiar voice call for me to get in. Was this smart? I asked myself, but I was seriously not in for getting pneumonia so I ran to the car and got inside. Immediately, I was met by warmth mixed with a nice cologne. He had taken a shower. Was my first thought and I wondered for how long I had been walking since I had left the building and Harry behind.

"Change!" Harry told me and handed me a dry t-shirt.

"What?" I asked bewildered not wanting to change in front of him, and the thought of wearing his clothes seemed a bit strange.

''I'm not letting you get sick!" He snapped and looked the other way while I took off my jacket and shirt and replaced them with his t-shirt.

"What is your problem!" I snapped when he finally turned his head back around to face me. He kept the car parked.

"What are you taking about? I didn't want you to get sick!" His eyes were wide, full of confusion.

"You tell me to stay away from you. Saying you are too messed up, and yet here you are, why?"

"Because you looked like you could need my help!" He fought back.

"I've told you before, I don't need you!" I exclaimed meeting his eyes.

"Fine. The door is there!" He pointed to the passenger door, and I took a look at it before looking back at him again.

"Why do you keep doing this?" I asked bewildered. He seriously was the hardest person to figure out.