Life As We Know It

Chapter 8.

Chapter 8:

“Eerrmm yeah” I stuttered and leaned my head on the cold tiled wall. Why is he here? And did I locked my room? How did he get in?

“I have a spare key” he spoke from the other end of the door. Wait. Did I just spoke those words out loud? Fucking messed up brain.

“Anyway. Are you okay? Can I come in?” I can hear the door slightly opening. I instantly panicked and got up from seat. He can't see me in this, this. . . .this position. Blood all over my clothes and even on the floor. My wrists exposed and blood coming out from the fresh cuts. I looked at the mirror. My eyes. Their sore from my crying. Fuck I looked like a retard.

“Just a sec” I called and heard the door close again. I quickly stripped off my clothes and put on a bath robe. I carefully rinsed my wrists to clean off the red liquid oozing out of it. I mentally sighed and pray that Harry won't notice them. I quietly put on a band-aid hopefully this will do the trick to not let the ugly things noticed.

“You can come in now” I put my arms on my back and slowly bite my lip. Harry slowly peeped from the door.

“Hey” he says smiling making him show the cute dimples he has. God. I wish I was like him. But like a female version. He's just so perfect in every way. The way his perfect heart shaped lips curved into smile, pout or even smirk. The way he smiles and how those cute little dimples appear on his cheeks. How he's eye color is unique from its shade of green. And don't even get me started with those curls. Its imaginable how those mop of curly hair sit on top of his head. I mean it just looks so hard to be styled but he can always fix it effortlessly with his ginormous hands and yet still suits a very fine lad like him.

“Did you heard what said?” I snapped out of my daze once I saw Harry spoke which is now in front of me. “I-I'm sorry what?” I apologized.

“I said I heard some noises coming from your room so I went to go look at you if you'll okay?” he said, but more like asked.

“Im okay. . . . ” Lie.

“Oh okay. But since your feeling better. Maybe. Just maybe. If you want to but I guess if you don't you can-”

“Spit it out Styles” I chuckled not even letting him finish his sentence. He laughed while looking at the floor. “I was wondering if you would like to come tomorrow. We have a week off so we want to spend it with you. To get to know you more” he looked at me straight in the eyes. In some way it made me melt on the inside.

“What are we doing?” I asked not breaking the stare contest were having.

“Eerrmm. . . . were going to the amusement park and. .uuuhhmm were. . . having dinner at a restaurant”

“Well that sounds fun. But are the lads going to?”

“Well if you want it that way, but if you want just the two of us it won't be a problem” he winked. Wait. Did he just assumed that I only want the two of us spending alone together?

You know you want to.

Well yeah. Everyone, especially Directioners  would take anything to get a day spent with the Harry Styles. I mean why not? He's a great singer. He's a gentleman. Do I even need to mention his hot? When you look into those eyes you can easily get lost in them. When he holds you, its like your safe and he makes you feel like your the only girl in the world and-

Yeah I'll stop there.

“So is that a yes?” he asks giving me a pleading look. I sighed knowing where this is going.

“Sure. Why not right?” I smiled opening my arms for a second to emphasize how I feel.

“Yey!” he cheered like five year old. I laughed at his immature actions. “But you better wake up early” he warned.

“What do you mean?” I asked nervously. “You'll see” he smirk playfully. I go gave him a glare and started hitting him playfully on his chest and shoulders.

“Dont give me that famous smirk of yours! You know it irritates me” I joked and continue hitting him while laughing. Suddenly he grabbed both of my wrist and placed it in front of us. He laughed evily as if he just won a battle.

“I got you” he said in his oh-so deep sexy voice. Wait. Erase. Erase. Erase. What the fuck was I thinking?! My head is officially messed up.

He looked at me for a few minutes when I noticed his eyes is darting down my wrist. Immediately my reflexes told me to take back my arm and luckily it worked. He was just about to see my fresh cuts! Fuuuuck!

“See you tomorrow babe” he caressed my cheek then gave me his fucking smirk that makes me fuckung melt on the inside. Fuck you Harry for making me feel this way. But you know what's more annoying. Is that actually I liked it.

Harry left, leaving me standing in the middle of my bathroom. What am I doing? No let me rephrase that. What am I feeling? Why does everytime he come near, it feels like I want to run away. Why does everytime he touch me I can feel bolts and bolts of electricity shooting around my nerves. Why does everytime we look at each other my stomach feels like its going to erupt. . . . .in happiness.

Happiness.

I shivered at the thought of the nasty thing. The word feels so weird for me to say. I haven't said that in years. Nor have I felt it in years. Why? Because. It wasn't meant for me. It never suited my lifestyle. And I certainly don't deserve to feel that emotion. What I really deserve is pain, sadness, regret and loneliness. I deserve it all. I deserve to be depressed.

I went to my bed with a frown and tucked myself to sleep. Sighing I tried to close my eyes because I can't sleep. All I can think of is the word. It makes me wanna cry. I don't know why. My eyes began to get heavy and I can feel sleep getting to me.

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Sorry for the swear words guys! Its just the character promise I don't intend to do that. Sorry. Hehehehe. Did you enjoy the chapter? Hope you did. :) Take care!

xxCupcake