Promise

Twenty Seven

For the rest of the night I sat in that room alone. I was scared, so scared. I had a bad feeling that something was coming for me but I don't know what. 

As I spent that last few hours alone, I've had a long time to think. 

I've thought about how much my life has changed over the last few months that I have been here. I have learned so much that I didn't know. I still have a rough time understanding how my family could do this to me. 

I had lived such a normal, boring life before this. But there was no pain. I rarely spent my nights crying myself to sleep, and feeling so agonizingly lonely. 

I have lost everything. I have lost my family, my friends. I have lost any form of a normal life that I once had. I have lost my importance to the world. I mean, I don't even know what's going on out there anymore. I don't have a phone, and we all know Harry does not let me on any form of the internet what so ever. 

And then there is Harry. I feel like sometimes he is the only person that I haven't lost yet. But as soon as that feeling comes, it gets ripped out of heart and stomped into pieces on the ground. 

I don't know what I did to deserve any of this. I am not sure why this is all happening to me. I walked over to the door and pressed my ear to it, trying to hear any sign of human life out there. 

I heard a muffled sound of voices as I tried to listen more carefully. 

"You have to understand how she was feeling." I heard someone say. I think it was Louis...

"She just ran. How many fucking times have I told her not to run? I can't let her start to break the rules again. I can't, Lou." Harry said. He sounded frustrated. I can only imagine him pulling on the ends of his hair as he spoke. 

"You don't know if that is what she was trying to do. You said she was just trying to get your attention. I know this whole feeling thing is new to you, but you need to understand something. You cannot kiss a girl and then ignore her and treat her like nothing after that. You need to man up Harry. Go talk to her." I heard Harry let out a sigh that was followed by footsteps. 

I quickly jumped onto the bed and buried my face in a pillow pretending to be asleep. And just seconds later I heard Harry step into the room. 

It took everything in me to keep my breath under control. On top of me being in a sheer panic right now and out of breath from running to the bed, I shoved my face into a pillow so I really can't breathe. 

I felt Harry lift me up from my position on the bed, before he laid me back down again and tucked me in under the blankets. I wanted to thank him for allowing me to breathe, but I am pretending to be asleep. 

I felt his hand caress my cheek as he softly stroked it with his thumb. I don't know if I can pull of this facade any longer because all I want right now is to see his eyes. His beautiful eyes, that I want to be looking at me with anything but anger. 

I began to stir around acting like I was waking up, before I fluttered my eyes open to see those green eyes that I was longing for. 

"Harry..." I breathed out. He didn't say anything but just gave me a soft smile as he continued to stroke my cheek. 

"I am so sor-" 

"Shh angel, I'm not mad. I mean yeah I was mad, but not anymore. I am just not used to having someone there all the time. I'm sorry for ignoring you baby." He kissed me gently on the forehead. I could feel the tears start to well up in my eyes. 

I'm not about to cry because I am hurt or mad. I am about to cry because I am scared. 

I am scared because I think I am in love with Harry Styles.