labyrinth Δ harry styles

Door Thirty-Four: Janus

Special songs for this chapter:
Common - ZAYN
needy - Ariana Grande

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SHE WAS INDECISIVE, heart pumping with an incertitude that paralyzed any functioning of cogent thoughts. It was frightening—she thought—to see how every single perception of the situation had completely stopped until her space of mind was empty. Numb. Was this something she should have expected? Perhaps even prepared herself from this consistent predicament she has always found herself in?

Whatever the case, she never went through with the call. This was Natasha we were talking about after all, the one who for some reason has never liked Harry since the moment they met. And through all the "talks", her attitude still remained the same. Was their friendship worth continuing at this point? But the question of "Am I giving up my best friend for a relationship with a guy?" interfered her thoughts.

Is Harry just some guy? She pondered. Compared to her past relationships, he was a heaven on Earth. The way he treated her, the way he held her, the way he kissed her, it was almost too good to be true. What had she done to be treated so?

Who could she talk with that would understand any of this? Juniper would be no absolute help, but what about Luca? Is he capable of understanding this?

Pulling her out of her thoughts, the phone rang in her hands, displaying the one name she didn't want to see. Her fingers unconsciously declined the call. Her back leaned against the bench she had found to clear her head. The phone rang again, but this time she let it ring all the way through. If Harry had to call again, and leave an eager *Hey* as a text, then it became very obvious to her that he knew she had already seen the photos.

"This isnt an easy path, Indira." She heard January say at the back of her mind. Was this what she meant?

"Harry is a complicated guy." Those were Beverly's words.

These were conversations she had in the past, both from people of whom are—or were at one point in time—close to him. Could it have been a warning of the future with him? There's a fifty fifty chance that one of them is right, and as Indira weighs out the warnings, January seems to be the most believing.

Indira sighed. She couldn't sit on the bench forever. Work was only in a few hours. She looked at her phone again, debating whether or not to call Natasha. Indira sighed again when realizing that she has gotten to the point that she couldn't even turn to her best friend for comfort. Was this the life that she was ready to submit herself to? All because Harry treated her right? All because he wasn't an asshole to her, because he was actually raised to be kind just as anyone else should be taught to be? The bar is set in hell.

She closed her eyes, and exhaled a shaken breath. Her eyes were still closed as she put the phone to her ear.

"Indira?"

"I hate to ask, but do you mind taking me home? I just need to sort some things out..."

"Where are you?"

"Coffee shop a few blocks away from Harry's place."

Not even five minutes later passed before Bruno's large black car appeared on the opposite side of the street. She didn't even want to question how he had gotten there so fast. She grabbed all of her belongings including her watered down coffee and uneaten bagel. Indira was silent as she entered through the passenger side, eyes low as she buckled the seat belt over her lap. She wasn't quite sure why she had turned to Bruno's aid, but maybe it was his usual silence that comforted her, knowing that she didn't need to explain herself to him.