INDIRA COULDN'T STOP herself from softly crying once more on the way back to her apartment. She tried to hold it in, but her indecisiveness with Harry was driving her mad to wits end. If there was anything that was getting to her, it was her insecurity. She was almost sure she wasn't good enough for him, even though he's expressed that he's everything for her and more. But the lingering thought of Beverly's words still felt the need to root its way into her insecurity making her problem so much tougher than it needed to be.
Harry remained silent although her crying was making him tick. He couldn't stand when she was crying, it felt like he was being beat to a pulp every single time.
Indira cracked her knuckles before wiping her face with the back of his hoodie. Harry almost turned to the sound of it, but decided against it.
Before they both knew it, through the near silence with the addition of her sniffling, Harry had pulled into the small garage under the apartment building. Like before, he stalled the car, sitting back as the engine quietly hummed under the metal hood.
From the corner of her eye, Indira caught Harry looking at her every few seconds as if he was anticipating something. She wasn't to blame him if he actually was waiting for something.
Harry moved his mouth to the side and twisted the rings on his long fingers. He wasn't going to leave until she left, and he wasn't going to force her out either.
"I don't think there has been anyone I've ever known that understands me like you do," she said after a few minutes of collecting herself, keeping her eyes straight ahead.
"It sounds to me like no one has ever listened before," he responded as he unnoticeably shifted himself to get a better look at her.
Indira laughed as an instant reaction, not realizing how awful the truth sounded when said aloud. Unfortunately for her, that was her reality. Most if not all of her past relationships were set to fail from the beginning, and Harry was spot on about the most common problem: not one of them listened to her. They were with her for what highschoolers called clout. It was all about who could get the hottest girl with the hottest guy, but Indira refused to be apart of it any longer. Albeit she was a bit naïve to the bratty hierarchy, she knew she was unhappy. It was even worse when it carried over after highschool. She underestimated the egotistical pride men carried on their backs like trophies, and for that she paid a weighty price.
Indira laughed again, not as a reaction, but as a revelation. "Not really, no. It feels...good to be listened to. I thought by now you'd be—"
She just doesn't get it. Harry was the one to laugh now.
"You should know by now that you could never bore me." It was like he pulled the words right out of her mouth.
Maybe he was right. If he hasn't ghosted her after the hundred times she's cried in front of him, then he must be right.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is...thank you." Finally she gazed at him, eyes wide with meaning.
"Thank you?"
"Twice we kissed, and I thought it would help me decide what I wanted, but I'm still stuck, and you're still here. Maybe if I just had more time to think, I—"
Harry, appalled, moved forward to shift his weight over the console that broke the space between them. "Do you honestly think that I'd leave you because you're not confident in what you want yet?" His accent thickened when anger was the base of his tone.
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labyrinth Δ harry styles
Fanfiction"You're never going to find a way out out of this labyrinth of mine," he says to her between the capturing of her lips. But there was a part of her that knew she was wasn't going to look for a way out. © beauty_gurl 2018 Start date: Nov. 8th, 20...
