//Left Handed//1D Fic

22< Talented Monster>

I found yet another beautiful 8d audio, this time of the song A Team by Ed Sheeran. Listen to it with headphones, its mind blowing. But if you don't have any, just play it out loud. It plays as the regular song would, so you'd still be able to listen. ALL READERS, please listen as you read. You'll see why soon xoxo.

Saphire

I decided to curl up in the couch by the window and cry myself to sleep. I kept remembering how Niall treated me and my current situation and I wound up sobbing uncontrollably.

I'm not sure how long I slept but the sun didn't seem to be as bright anymore so I assumed it was somehow mid afternoon.

I opened my eyes to see Harry laying on his stomach, reading through a little panflet. I raised my eyebrows, confused that he was reading anything.

I shrugged it off, standing up out of the chair. I did a quick stretch and I began to walk toward the door when he stopped me with his his voice.

" Love, come cuddle with me. " He closes the book, and I mentally scold myself for not running. Why didn't I run?!

Instead of replying, I change the topic.

" What are you reading? " I ask, but it was also something I was genuinely curious about.

He laughs, closing it. " It's a stupid guitar thing. I've been trying to learn guitar like Niall and Liam but I just can't. " He shrugs siting up properly. There's an awkward silence between us, as I didn't know what to say so he speaks again.

" I'm not stupid, Saphire. I know that you changed the topic, so come here and let me spoon you. I could easily drag you to this bed and make you. Infact I think if I wanted to, I could make you do alot worse. " He catches me, and has the most stupid smirk on his face as he does. I groan, stomping over to him, not wanting to look at him.

" I just got out of bed. Please, I just want to be by myself. Not in here either. " I sigh, remembering that my family had no idea where I was and neither did I. If I wanted to run away, I wouldn't know where to go. How the hell would this work out?

"Why? " He leans forward and reaches for my hand but I pull it away. I didn't want him to touch me. I wanted to go home.

I don't care if Kiara has developed stockholm syndrome or whatever but when I ran away, I was taking her with me. That was my friend. I still cared about her enough to bring her with me, even if she wouldn't do the same for me.

" I... I- wait.. why? Do I need a reason to want to be alone? " It was unbelievable, I felt like I didn't have to explain myself. I shouldn't have to.

It'd hurt much more if I told him I missed home and hated him and his next words weren't ,'Okay, We'll take you home'.

" Niall told me you were crying. " Harry says simply, analyzing me. I didn't know what to say, but I was hurt at the fact that Niall knew I was crying and didn't say anything.

I still look away from him, " So what? " I say with much annoyance, and Harry looks taken aback before he returns back to normal.

He doesn't answer me and instead stands up and goes to his closet. What was in his closet?!

My heart drops to my knees, and my eyes are fixed on his every move. I watched as he opened the door a bit and stood in front of it so I couldn't see what was inside.

When he turns around with a guitar, I let out a breath.

He smiles at me with white teeth as he climbed onto his bed, " Come sit next to me. " He leans against the headboard and positions the guitar.