Quiet- Harry Styles fan fiction

Chapter 11

Bellas POV

"Harry." As soon as the words escaped my mouth I threw my shaking hand over my lips.

I didn't look at Harry, but I was sure what his face looked like. But in no time I removed myself from the couch and started pacing the room.

I heard my voice.

It was so unfamiliar and hoarse, I've completely forgotten how my voice sounded. I was breathing rather ragged and unsteady. I felt two arms try and stop my panicking. But my mind was racing, my mind screaming at me.

'Why would you waste all of those mute years!!'

'How would your mom feel? Or your dad?'

I held the tears threatening to spill from my eyes. I felt Harry's hand touch the side of my face, bringing me to look up at him. His piercing green eyes searched for my hazel ones. All I could think of why was he here, and why he wasnt out the door judging me. What if he just started laughing and what if he told the whole school I chose I talk to him? What if this was a joke and a prank?

"Bella." Harry demands, forcing me to look in his eyes. I kept shaking my head, my hands moving to Harry's chest trying to move him away. But he was too strong and his arm moved to my back forcing me onto him. "Bell, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." He said and I give in resting my head on his chest. As we stand there my height is lined up just to where my ears can hear his steady heartbeat in his chest. His heart reminded me that I wasn't alone and it calmed me down slowly. I clutched onto his t-shirt like I was clinging to dear life, so I slowly released my tight fists and let my hands hold onto his back gently. "Bell, your voice is beautiful." He whispered down in my ear, moving some of my hair behind my ear. "Say my name again." He said and my breath hitched momentarily. He knew I was scared, but I don't think he wanted me to hide anymore.

"H-Harry." The name rolled off my lips. It sounded rough and nervous, but I didn't care, I had spoke.

"Don't be scared. Tell me something." He says. I was so new to this and I didn't even know what to say to him. And I thought of something and it sounded ridiculous.

"I hate that you made me get a pink cast." I said for him. He laughed suddenly and smiled down at me, never moving his eyes from mine. I laughed with him, only because his laugh was just so contagious. When our laughter died down, I felt like asking him something serious.

"Tell me more." He said. "Anything"

"D-Do you not have friends b-because of me?" I stuttered tremendously, because I just wasn't used to talking at all. I looked at Harry waiting for an answer. I was curious only because he had spent a lot of time with me lately and he hasn't said anything about his friends. I worry he lost all of them because he has been around me. But I was confused when Harry hesitated to tell me.

"N-No. A few of them are just confused. It's ridiculous how judgemental they an be, Bella." He admitted and I immediately feel guilty for my stupid self. Of course I would make Harry loose his friends because I was such a freak. "But don't for a second think that it's your fault okay? They don't even know you." He explained. But I still felt horrible that he was loosing friends because of me. I wasn't worth it. I didn't say anything, just because I was so used to not even saying anything back. But Harry kept his gaze on me strong, like he was waiting for me to say something. "Please tell me what your thinking, it's going to kill me." He lowered his head down a little. I felt so guilty I couldn't even explain it.

"I-I'm not worth you l-loosing friends." I stuttered. I don't think I will ever stop this nervous sudden stutter. This whole talking thing was still so foreign to me.

"Stop that. Stop talking about yourself like that. You are." He said looking down at me once again. I didn't know what to do, or I guess..say? I just looked down, keeping my lips in a straight line. I wasn't so sure how this whole speaking thing worked so I just didn't say anything back. He let out a sigh, then we noticed just how close we where standing next to each other and he awkwardly took a step back. "Sit with me." He said finally resting on the couch. I sat down a few inches next to him.

"Look, I just hate it when your so down on yourself. A-And I just cant believe your talking to me."

I giggled at his last statement and nodded; I couldn't even believe it myself. I snuggled back into my spot continuing watching TV. Soon enough I had fallen asleep onto Harry's side.

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"Bell, hey wake up." I felt a hand slowly shake me awake. I open my eyes to Harry hovering over me, then darted my eyes to outside where it was now dark out. I rubbed my eyes and yawned a little, making Harry chuckle.

"What time is it?" I spoke, suddenly scared of my voice, but then remembering I was talking to him now.

"We fell asleep, it's uh, 8:47." He explains checking his phone quickly for the time. I nodded pushing my hair behind my face, then laying back down on the couch due to my tiredness. Harry chuckled quietly above me. "Don't you want to sleep in your bed?" He said and I only closed my eyes ignoring his voice because I just wanted to go back to sleep. "Alright, you leave me no choice." He said, then I feel his hands gripping my sides and I feel myself being lifted from the couch and onto his shoulder.

"Harry!" I wined "I'm tired."

He only laughed and then started up the stairs to my room. Once we where inside my room he lays me my bed. Once I feel the comfort I felt happy and calm. But I still decided to grip Harry's arm, not wanting him to leave, only because I had wanted to tell him one more thing with my voice. "What is it." He whispered. I take off my glasses setting them on the side table of my bed.

"I-I just wanted to tell you one more thing." I said. He looked at me and waited for me to continue. "Thanks for never judging me, a-and being my friend." I said looking down feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Best friend." He corrected with a grin.

"Yea."

"Goodnight bell, I'll see you tommorow." He says quietly in the darkness of my room.

"Goodnight." I say back and give him a warm hug goodbye.

"Bye." He kissed my forehead making my stomach churn in butterflies. I smiled at him and watched him leave, closing my door softly. Once he left I picked put a large t shirt, then undressed and slipped it on. I crawl into bed again with a smile on my face; I was so lucky to have harry. I fall asleep wondering why he chose to stick around.