The Maid For Styles

Chapter 55

A/N: Before we start anything, I just want to say that I am in fucking love with the gif on the side (or up the top for the phone). It has literally made my whole day.

Chloe's POV

The clammy skin of my legs was entwined with another pair of long limbs, tangled in a sweaty mess under the covers. I opened my eyes and was greeted with the sight of Harry's inked torso. Memories and images of the night before filled my mind and I immediately felt saddened at the very thought of it. I exhaled and closed my eyes again, allowing myself a few seconds, before I got up.

You see, I was still upset with what Harry had said to me. I knew he was sorry, but the fact he had spoken to me the way he did and insulted me in many ways made me prevent myself from accepting his apology completely. I'd let him sleep with me, because I couldn't sleep unless he was there. I knew I was sending mixed signals, but Harry was going to have to show me some kind of guilt and sorrow for the way he acted, because what he'd done was low, and I deserved a proper apology.

I wriggled my way out of Harry's grasp and pushed myself up off the mattress. I felt like a shower, seeing as it was going to rid my body of the sticky sweat that coated my skin. I checked the time on my phone, and it told me that it was '8:07', meaning I'd only slept a total of three hours. Even my dreams were filled with the recount of the night before hand and although Harry was with me, it still set me up for a shitty night's sleep.

I walked to my closet and pulled out a pair of shorts and a tank top, before grabbing a pair of fresh panties and a bra from my set of drawers. As I made my way to the bathroom, I looked over to my bed where my sleeping boyfriend lay.

I observed the new position he was in; my pillow huddled against his chest, his arms holding it as tight as he possibly could in his unconscious state. His face was contorted into a vulnerable mask of restlessness, and it pained me to see him in such a helpless way. I had a feeling it was because I had left the bed, and he was still stressing about the night before, even in his sleep. It took me all the strength I could find in my weak and fatigued body to walk to where my shower awaited, instead of jumping back in bed and wrapping my arms around him, in attempt to remove the exposed frown that sat upon his face.

I entered the bathroom quietly and gently shut the door behind me. The shower was turned on at the perfect temperature as I stripped free of my clothes and ran a brush through my hair, untangling the knots that had formed over the night. I washed the sweat from my body with my usual body wash and ran my conditioner coated fingers through my hair, reaching the roots of my hair as well as the tips. I shaved almost everywhere, making sure to take as long as I wanted, allowing me the time to think about the night that had taken place earlier.

Harry had simply been an asshole. He'd directly told me I was acting like a slut, used one of the most personal things in my life against me, told me I had no idea how a relationship functioned and made sure I felt like absolute shit. I was glad I had stuck up for myself and I hoped Harry knew I stood by everything I'd said. I hoped he knew that I'd let him sleep in my bed due to the fact that we would both have had a sleepless night if otherwise, not because I had forgiven him.

I was curious as to what he was going to say to me, because 'I'm sorry I called you a slut', wasn't going to cut it. It was really fucking upsetting to be insulted in that way by someone you loved with everything you had, and to know that they had the power to think so lowly of you only gave them the will to scar you a little more. I'd told Harry I wasn't angry with him, just hurt, but that was during the night. When I'd awoken, I was still hurt and upset, but the anger had returned. I was honestly too exhausted to use the anger I'd built up over night on Harry, though. Three hours of sleep wasn't enough for someone like me (a greedy sleeper) and the fact that my mind had been ticking over the events of the night only made my sleep worse.