Wrong - Harry Styles

Chapter 20

Indie's pov

I help him onto the bed, he lays on top of it and his arms raise above his head, then he moves both of his hands under his head. I look at the room once more, I decide to turn around and head back to the door, as soon as I reach the handle, his small voice stops me.

"Don't leave."

"Wh–what?" I can't get my words out, I know he's drunk, he just hasn't been like this before, it brings a particular warmth to my chest.

"Stay? Tell me something, anything, annoy me." He begs, his words slightly slurred once again.

"I.. I think you should just sleep." I say quietly, not knowing what else to say, part of me wants to just sit with him and get him to confess everything while he isn't really thinking, but I know that would be wrong.

"Don't go out there, I know you don't want to." I don't argue with his words, I don't want to see those strippers at all, but.. I don't exactly love the scene in the room though, the empty packages thrown on the floor, the laced underwear.. I ignore my surroundings and stare at him on the bed, his eyes are looking to the ceiling fan.

"Okay." I walk over to the abnormally large bed and quickly sit down on the end, right away from Harry's body. I tug down my dress a little.

"Just.. say something." He commands, I sit there silently for a second. My stomach grumbles and the first thought that comes to my mind is food.

"What's.. your favourite fruit?" I ask with no thought to it.

"Fucking hell, you have an infinite amount of things to talk about and you ask what my favourite fruit is." I don't see if he's rolling his eyes right now because the room is so dark, but I can tell he is mocking me.

"Fine.." I feel slightly embarrassed but I try to sound more annoyed so he doesn't make anymore fun of me than he already has.

"It's bananas." He starts to chuckle a little to himself, sounding proud.

"What a surprise." I mumble, a small smile appears on my face and I can't help it, I turn my head so he doesn't see.

I look to the CD cabinet and slightly smile. "Are the CD's yours?"

I stand up and walk towards the cabinet, I head shuffle on the bed and when I turn around to look for an answer, his dark figure is moving up the bed, his back presses against the wall.

"Most of them.."

I turn back to the CD's, I grab my phone out and flash my torch onto it, looking through all of them properly.

"The Rolling Stones are pretty cool." I pull out the CD, the room is silent, I place it back and turn around, he sits there and stares for a second, I gaze away and force myself to look at the mess in the room rather than his figure on the bed. I see more underwear, I can't help but look away. I remember him saying to Louis that he was having someone else over, it reminds me of the girl he had against the wall, so.. harshly, it just seemed like it meant nothing to him, everything he does, does it all just mean nothing to him?

Am I still trying to convince myself that he actually cares, that everyone does?

I huff.

"If.. this," I gesture to both of us. "If it's something you'll remember tomorrow, I don't know.. just promise me you'll stop being rude to me."

"I don't make promises." I look away from him in defeat, I've got to stop having hope that after this night things are going to change.

"Well, I'd really appreciate it if you would talk to me at least." I say as I bite my lip.