Tongue Tied - Harry Styles AU (on hold)

chapter 16

It takes me a few seconds to acknowledge what had just happened causing me to get up and rapidly put my shorts back on.

I run towards the direction we came from, and Harry left from a fee seconds ago, in hopes of catching him before he disappears on me.

While I jog hurriedly towards the roof's door, I wrack my brain of things I might've previously said to Harry to cause his sudden outburst - surely it hadn't came out of complete nowhere, right? I have never spoken to him about his parents before, never have I mentioned them nor has he. Hell, I haven't even met them.

As soon as I reach the elevator, I notice the stairways door closing. I rush towards it, push the door with all my strength all whilst trying to catch my breath and calling out for Harry.

"Harry! Wait," I exclaim panting uncontrollably.

Fucking heart palpitations.

I can hear his hurried footsteps making it seem like he's taking 3 steps at a time - which wouldn't surprise me given his incredibly long legs.

"Harry, seriously stop." I say between pants. "I can't fucking breathe and won't stop running till y-you stop escalating down the stairs like Beyoncé's waiting for you down there."

I hear him scoff lowly, the sound covered by his heavy footsteps. Just as I'm about to call his name again, I accidentally slip off one of the steps and fall down with a loud 'humph'.

"Fuck!" I yell as soon as the pain shoots from my ankle up to every single nerve in my body. I hear his footsteps stop and try to haul myself off the stairs to use this opportunity to catch up with Mr. Legs-For-Days, but as soon as I put pressure on my left foot I shriek as loud as I can muster.

I hear footsteps ascending and getting closer; coming from the opposite direction they were going to. It takes a few minutes of me staring at my slowly swelling ankle and various loud footsteps echoing in the empty closed area till I can see the top of Harry's head.

When his full face comes to view, as soon as I notice the frown still etched on his flawless face it disperses and his facial expression turns into one of concern.

"What happened?" He whispers and leans down towards my left leg, noticing its deformed laying position

"No." I shake my head. "You. What happened? It was a joke, I'm sorry for whatever you thought I meant but - I mean, did I trigger something that happened in the past or...? Because I'm sorry if I did, it obviously wasn't my intention since we were-"

Harry shuts me up by placing one of his hands on my mouth, muffling my words till I completely stop talking.

"Shut up, Alex. You talk too much." He beams cockily.

I scoff jokingly. "Rude. But seriously, can we talk about this? By 'this' I mean your random outbursts -that make less than zero sense, might I add - and your complete attitude change. I mean, we're friends, right? We should be able to talk."

"Friends? I don't think friends make out like we did up there, babe." He chuckles.

I shrug. "With benefits, I don't know. Let's just keep it the way it is now - minus your inner beast being revealed every two seconds and your pet names. Oh God, your pet names give me AIDs."

"And by 'inner beast' you mean my diçk, right? I'll have you know, girls love it when I call them 'babe'." He asks, wiggling his eyebrows at his adolescent behavior.

"You're disgusting. If I meant your so-called 'beast' I would've said it. You know me, I'm as blunt as a white girl gets." I boast. "As much as I hate doing this, you know we have to talk about what happened up there, right?"