Exception (Harry Styles)

Chapter 15

Harry's POV

It's not until I notice wet splotches on my paper; I realize I am actually crying. What is wrong with me? Why is this bothering me so fucking much?

Because I know what it feels like.

I understand why I would see my sister cry.

I understand why my sister wanted me to get away.

I understand why it hurt her so bad.

But it took Avery for me to realize this.

And that makes my chest ache.

I close my journal and stare out in front of me. The sun is starting to come up, and everything from last night is sinking in. I got home and took a shower. I hoped it would help me wash away the thoughts that clouded my mind. However, that did not happen. I probably got three damn hours of sleep last night. I couldn't keep the events of the day out of my head.

"Harry!!" she screamed at me. "Harry, help me please!!" Ear piercing screams. "Harry please! Make it stop! Why aren't you helping me!!!"

"I can't Avery!" I yell. Tears were rolling down my face as I watch the stranger in the black hood. I couldn't move. "I'm sorry!!" I yell at her over and over till my voice feels like sandpaper.

I look around and realize we are in a dark room. The only light was the light that surrounded me and the horrible sight in from of me. I look down and realize I'm sitting in a chair. My arms and legs are tied and I am forced to watch the girl in front of me suffer.

The asshole in the dark hood stood with his back to me. Punch after punch was thrown down to the ground where she sat curled up in a ball. I would take ever hit for her if I could. I would do anything to help her. I'd take her pain away; every fucking ounce of it if I could. But I couldn't.

Scream after scream rung in my ears. Tears soaked my cheeks. "Close your eyes baby!!" I scream back. I don't know what else to say. That's the only advice I could give her.

That was the worst nightmare I have ever had. I woke up drenched in my own fucking sweat, and I could barely catch my breath.

I took a shower to wash myself, and try to calm down. That was the worst nightmare ever. It was so bad because it felt like a flashback; except I would have rather it had been myself than her.

And that is when I found myself here, at my desk writing in this journal, again.

I look up and realize the sun is coming up and I squint my tear filled eyes to get use to the brightness. I'm such a fucking baby. I haven't cried like this in what seems like forever. I just don't know why this is affecting me so badly.

I jump when I hear my door click. Meaning someone was coming in. I shove the journal in the drawer and try my best to wipe my face, but I know my cheeks are still damp, as my eyes are still red and puffy.

"Harry man? Is everything ok?" Zayn asked with concern.

"Yeah, fine." I reply, not turning around to face him like this. Zayn has only seen me this messed up one time before, and that was when we were kids and I found out about my mum. I had always been able to hide my feeling with my dad. Why can't I just do that now with Avery? It's the same right?

"Are you crying?" He asked. The boards creaking as he stepped closer. I didn't answer him, knowing my voice would deceive me.

"Why are you crying?" He asked. I wish he would just leave me the hell alone.