New York [harry styles au]

23

23.
"It's me, open the goddamn door now!" We both heard a voice call from outside the front door, Harry sighing with relief at the sound of Angelina. He gave me one last unfathomable gaze, our faces still close, before stepping back and leaving the bedroom.

I was momentarily left alone within those four walls. The silence crept up to me and sent my body into some sort of subconscious shock. My breathing wouldn't settle as I tried to comprehend what the hell had just happened. I subtly heard the front door of the apartment open, before being hurriedly slammed shut again. Thenceforth, I heard Angelina's panicked voice as she spoke to Harry and then, shouting.

That was when I decided to stand from the bed and escape the bedroom. My thoughts were much more collected than the few seconds before, I swiftly understood Harry's motives in a way that nobody else could. He had done this for Angelina. She would take some time to realise that though.

"I'm ringing Beatrix and Smith. I can't believe you would do this, like you haven't done enough already, Harry!" Angelina reached for the phone and Harry speedily knocked it from her hands, the cord pulling it down to slam noisily on the floor.

"Don't you fucking dare." He muttered through gritted teeth.

"You have a lot of nerve, Harry! They'll know what to do, Beatrix knows everything - more than you do." She argued and Harry's hands hastily ran through his dark hair.

I stood watching the exchange from the doorway of the bedroom, they hadn't noticed my presence yet.

"They shouldn't know about this - what if somebody comes here and harms Winona, Angelina? What then? I wouldn't be able to live with myself." Harry admitted and took the phone from the floor, forcefully pulling the cord to hold it tightly at his chest. Angelina maintained eye contact with him as she tried to completely understand what he had said. My heart fluttered at his worries but the pangs of panic hitting my head took most of my attention away from the sentimentality, my hand rubbed it in an effort to soothe it but nothing could be soothed in this circumstance.

"Look, Harry. You've done something really bad - something really fucking bad. This can't just be swept under the carpet, this is Jonathan we're talking about here." Her hand gradually reached out towards the phone.

"I did it for you." His voice escaped him with a soft cry.

"I know you did, Harry. I know why you did it, but it was a bad thing to do." Her voice became composed and she stepped closer to him, putting her hand over his that was holding the telephone.

"I'm a bad person." He cried out and Angelina shook her head but was interrupted, "I'm a bad person. I do bad things to help good people. I - I shouldn't even be alive."

This was enough for his head to decline, his eyes panning to the floor, and Angelina took the telephone from his loosened grip, putting her other hand consolingly on his shoulder.

"You are an incredible person, Harry. Go and sit down, let me phone Beatrix and Smith." She searched for something in his eyes. "That's what I'm going to do, okay?"

"Okay." Was all he responded with before moving away, travelling to the sofas. His departure allowed Angelina to finally have full view of me but she didn't say a word, she instead sent a look of sorrow my way. But I wasn't interested in her at that moment, Harry's deep sobs had interrupted my chain of thought.

I left my position and moved to the sofa, sitting close beside him and tightly wrapping my arm around him. He jumped at first contact before his eyes recognised that it was me and only me. His head fell into my shoulder where I showered his cheeks with an abundance of kisses from my lips. My mouth kissed each teardrop, in an effort to comfort – only since I hadn't the slightest idea of an alternative solution. His breath still reeked of whiskey and his slurs were still an indication of his current state. This didn't stop me though. Our bodies melted together, my fingers ran through his hair and his hands clutched firmly at my waist.