labyrinth Δ harry styles

Door Twenty-One: Earth

THE FIRST THREE days were the same: starting with nausea, immobility, then endless crying. Indira didn't know what to do with herself. For those three days, she called out of work, using the "stomach bug" excuse. Every morning started with the twisting and turning of her stomach. Then came the emptiness that froze her body still until the crying began. She couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, and couldn't even think. The only thing she could think about was what Harry said before he kissed her.

His words rang in her head, ricocheting off the walls of her mind. How could he say something like that? Why would he say something like that? How was it that she made him feel like himself?

And then he kissed her. Out of all things, that was what she couldn't comprehend. The thought of them ever kissing was always a lingering thought in her head, but she thought it would happen under a different circumstance; Perhaps a circumstance more understanding.

After she had essentially ran out his house, she raced home, nearly startling the lights out of Natasha. Indira was surprised she made it home safely considering she had been crying the entire way back. Like a Sergeant, Natasha was drilling her with questions that was prone to have immediate answers. Indira refused to answer any of them. She refused to answer any question that pertained to Harry and that night.

If Natasha wasn't as suspicious about him before, then she certainly was now. She would do anything to protect Indira from anyone who would hurt her. Too be fair, she had no clue if Harry had hurt her at all, but she wasn't going to give up that easily. Not after the first night.

The first day hit hard.

Rolling out of bed was no option. His words troubled her mind and refused to let her sleep. A few hours is what she ended up getting, but she felt as if she needed more. Her eyes fluttered open and for a moment she forgot everything. She forgot about the prior events that happened the day before and even the kiss. But the moment of clarity didn't last too long before they swirled into her thoughts like rain clouds on a sunny day.

The sound of thunder came next even as she pressured the pillow over her head, but it wasn't thunder. It was the sound of Natasha's closed hand racking on her locked door. No amount of coercion could pull her out of her current state. Indira felt as if she were overreacting but was there really another way to react? Was she supposed to take his confession like a grain of salt?

Her best friend pleaded from the other side of the door, begging her to respond, but Indira refused to budge. It was then that Natasha gave up. From the other side, she stared at the brown wooden door, waiting a few seconds just in case Indira had a change of mind.

To no avail. Natasha left her best friend to her own vices, rushing down the apartment stairwell so as to not be late for her shift early that morning.

As soon as the door clicked closed, Indira slowly turned over in her bed, clutching her stomach as she felt it roll and biting her lip so the bile wouldn't rise up her mouth.

"Harry is a complicated guy..." The words formed in her head, recalling the last person who said it. Albeit she was unaware of Beverly's damage, the roots of her seed were beginning to flourish again. Dormant they were up until the night of the kiss. Indira was starting to take those treacherous words to heart. Sure enough, there was proof of him being complicated.

The kiss made everything more complicated.

"Sometimes you just need a real relationship..."

Indira tried her hardest to compute what it was that she meant. What did Beverly mean by a real relationship? Was it something that he was not capable of having? The answers to these questions weren't even worth the trouble.