It is Complicated (Harry Styles Fanfic)

CHAPTER 18

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UNEDITED CHAPTER

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HARRY’S POV

            After cleaning and aiding her small wound, I embraced her to give her comfort, to make her feel, I am here for her. She had been crying for god knows how long.

            I have been waiting for this chance to be this close again to my little miss, but I didn’t mean it this way. She buries her face to my chest, her both shoulders are shaking because of her painful holler.

This is so much more than what she and her mum fought tonight.

            She had been in so much pain for long, I can just tell.

            I honestly don’t know what else to think and feel anymore. Her cry sounds so hurt, that she seemed to be carrying on her shoulders for maybe her entire life.

            I didn’t recognize that her breathing had been slowly calming, but I can still hear occasional sobs. I look down at her, to see her eyes close; her lashes wet so as her cheeks and so as my tank top.

            I rested her head on my shoulder as I snake my arm under her head. I extended my other arm to reach for her legs and carefully lift her up. I stared down at my little miss, as her hair falls out of her angelic face.

            Her flat is quite spacious; I forgot to ask her if she lives alone, because this place is obviously too big for one person to live in.

            Now, I wonder, if her bedroom is straight down the end of this huge flat or to the door on my right?

            Thank god it was the straight down the end of her flat. It has no doors, only white plain curtains, divided into half and simply tied to its sides that gave me easy access to walk in and place her carefully on her massive bed.

            Seeing so much of her place makes me feel so small that I know nothing about her, at all. I frowned at that thought.

I pulled off her shoes from her feet and pulled up her duvet to cover her body.

I don’t want to be nosy, as I’m sure as hell not invited in this area of her flat, so I left her and walk back to the kitchen where the small lights were left lit, some blood seemed to dried up on the floor together with her glasses broken that I find nicely fitted on her nose the past few days we’ve been eating lunch in their studio.

            I checked on my watch and it read, 11:40. Not so late for my usual day, but seemed that a lot had happened. I contemplate whether to leave now or wait till she wakes up, or sleep over the couch maybe?

Not too bad, I guess.

Besides, I wasn’t able to pull myself together after she had cried so many times, leaning on my chest today. So, I decided, I can’t leave her like that, though she’s now sleeping off all her worries.

I took of my wet shirt and hang it on the chair resting by the counter to dry it up.

I cleaned the drying blood on the floor and picked up her broken glasses, and put it on the counter. I washed the utensils we used for dinner earlier and made sure to leave her kitchen spotless as possible. I took a sit on one of the high chairs over the bar to see some of good bottles of wine stacked in that diagonal shelf.