The Truth Within » h. s. [SQ to Delusional] (On Hold)

Chapter 4: Friendly Faces

I gasped and opened the door. There was Harry Edward Styles standing there in a faded blue and plaid shirt unbuttoned, plain grey t-shirt with a pocket, a bracelet on his right hand, a silver watch on his left, a necklace I cannot see because it's tucked in his grey shirt, black skinny jeans, and some white converse. Not to mention sunglasses (picture) My love, I just hope I'm not imagining it.

"Hi!" I said smiling and more chipper like.

He smiled his gentle smile and walked in after I invited him, "You must be Rose. I'm Harry. Harry Styles. Your neighbor," he held out his hand to mine after taking his sunglasses off.

"Yes, that's my name," I say putting my hand in his and he kissed the top of it. His lips felt different than how I remembered.

He looked up at me with his sparkling emerald green eyes they were even shiner than how I remembered them, "You have a beautiful name, sweetheart."

I blushed nodding and he dropped my hand smiling. He looked around, "Wow, it's just about as nice as mine."

I laughed, "I wouldn't know because I haven't been in yours before."

He laughs. It was a bit different than how I remembered it too. Same with his voice and how tall he is. Everything else is pretty much the same.

"Would you like some tea?" I asked sweetly .

He turned to me, "Sure, I would love some."

I nodded and scurried to the kitchen and started to quickly make it. I just hope he's real this time. I heard footsteps and they came to a stop in assume is the door way.

"May I proceed farther?" He asked really gentleman like

I nodded turning to him, "Of course. I invited you in didn't I?" I laughed

He nodded chuckling, "True."

He took a few steps in farther and he was only a few feet away from me. I got shy and finished making his tea. I turned to him and his arms were crossed.

I smiled shyly and held it out to him, "Here you go."

He smiled taking it from my hands, "Thanks, love."

I nodded and looked down at my hands shyly, "You're welcome."

He chuckled, "You're cute," He winked and took a sip

I blushed and got my tea leaning against the island in the middle of the small kitchen. He did the same and he was only a foot away from me now.

"So tell me about yourself," he suggests putting his right hand on top of mine.

I looked at him and started talking, "Well, I'm an only child. I love the color purple. My mother passed away 3 years ago. When she passed away. I was alone. Yeah, I had my dad, but he didn't like me too well. Then after a few months my father and I became really close," I chuckled smiling, "I became a daddy's girl. Everything was going fine until he proposed to my step-mother. He was cheating on my mother for a few years. I didn't know until he proposed to her. Everything went downhill from there. I went into 3 years of depression. My dad and step-mother got me a therapist and I talked to her every Friday for 7 months and then they sent to me to a mental hospital because I was having issues with my brain.

Let's just say I had Delusional Erotomanic Disorder. It's a disorder when you believe that another person, often someone important or famous, is in love with him or her. The person might attempt to contact the object of the delusion or stalk them. Which also means that I didn't know the difference between reality and what wasn't real."

I can't believe I opened up that quickly to a complete stranger. Well, he's not a complete stranger, but I'm not going to tell him that. He'll think I'm crazy and I'll be sent back to that horrible place. I didn't want that to happen again.