Clouds {Harry Styles A.U}

Chapter 2

Harry's P.O.V

Everyone is passed out. Spread out everywhere on the floor. Why do I hang out with these people again? Oh, it's because the give me an escape. An escape from the darkness in my thoughts. Drinking doesn't help. I've tried to drown myself with the burning of alcohol but all it does is heighten every emotion in my body.

I can't get her image out of my head. Her lifeless body in my arms. Seeing my dead, yet beautiful sister so still, so unalive. I'm cursed with her face. Why was I the one to find her lifeless on her bed? Why did she have to O.D? Why?

Why me?

I've tried to many fucking times to move on, but I can't even close my eyes without reliving that moment all over again. And now all of a damn sudden Taylor brings some girl who looks like my sister. Which was why I left those fucks. I couldn't be near her.

I went to the kitchen and poured as much beer in a cup as I could. And after many, many cups later, I was now drunk off my mind. I can't tell if I have three hands or none.

I need to get back to my dorms though. I can't sleep around people or they will hear me crying like a bitch from these fucking nightmares. They aren't even nightmares. Just my memories playing over and over again of every bad part of my life.  Pouring a full cup of beer in my once empty cup, I walk out of the house. Nearly falling on my ass going down the steps to the concrete sidewalk.

My brain is all fuzzy I can't remember where to go so I let my feet guide me somewhere while I drink.  My feet must be smarter than me because I managed to walk right to my dorms. Stumbling a few times while trying to navigate to my room. 

Shit. I left my key in the car.

I bang on the door praying that my roommate is actually here. He usually is at some chicks room banging her.

"HELLO, HARRY HERE? OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!" I shout.

Nothing. He isn't here.  Great, just fucking great. I down the rest of my beer and slowly slide down to lay against the door. Continuously banging my head against the metal surface.  And her face keeps showing up.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Sto-

"Hey, it's 3am, stop banging!". A weird black haired girl opens up her door just a few rooms down. She rubs her eyes which still have makeup on them. Her shorts are high on her waist and her t-shirt is falling off her shoulders.

Lyssa? I blink I few times. Oh. No it's not her. Of course it isn't.  Lyssa is dead.

"No." And I continue banging.

"You're Harry right?" She asks.

"Yeah so what?" I close my eyes. 

"I'm Bel, we met in the car."

I look at her once again. It is that weird clumsy girl and who reads books for fun. But who am I to judge when I have countless numbers of books hidden from the world.

"Oh."

"Do you want to come inside? Taylor isn't probably coming back so you can stay on her bed until whoever it is you're waiting for comes." Her soft voice silences my dark  thoughts.

"No I'm fine."  I look away from her slightly confused on her sudden act of kindness to a complete stranger.  I think I hear her sigh but I'm too drunk to think.

"Fine. Suit yourself. It's nice to meet you again Harry." She walks back to her room. When her door finally closes, I let out a grunt. Why does she look like her? I woild have agreed to her offer but I would end up succumbing to my thoughts. But I really don't want to be out here looking like a fucking fool.

Pretty sure I was looking up for about 5 minutes until my feet began to move me to her door. I knocked a few times until I heard the lock click and a very sleepy girl with her t-shirt still off her shoulders appears.

"C-can, can I come in?" My words slur. I can't tell if she can understand me or not.

"Um, sure. " She steps aside for me to enter. My eyes haven't met hers, but I feel her's on me. I'm slightly uncomfortable being in a room with a complete stranger but I don't care. Right?

"I thought you lived at the sorority?" She asks walking back to her bed and getting under her blankets.  I curse under my breath when I stub my toe on the edge of Taylor's bed.

"No sororities are for guys who have to much fucking money and way too mucb time on their hands."  I huff.

"Oh." She quietly replies. "Where are you from?"

Why is she asking me this? Can't she tell I'm British? 

"I'm from England. " My drunken state is slowly escaping my system and I currently wish I had some more beer.

"Hmm, okay."

I don't reply back to her. I just stare up at the ceiling.  There is this fan that keeps spinning closer to me. Either that or I'm not fully sober. 

"So you like Mikky Ekko?"

"What?"

"Mikky Ekko. Do you like his music?  I mean I noticed Zayn, I think, hand you your phone in the car."  She explains her rather random question. "Sorry, I don't mean to pry I just like his music too."

"It's fine. But yeah I do. I didn't think people knew him." I turn to face her bed. She is looking up at the ceiling just how I was. She must have felt my eyes on her because she turns her head to face me.

And that's when I see her. Even through the dark I can clearly see her blue eyes shimmering. I think I see grey but I can't tell.  Her lips are full and beautifuly shaped. Her face distracts me from the pain. The paleness of my sister is replaced by hers and I feel saved.

"What was your name again?" I feel like she told me this but I can't remember.  The alcohol is clouding my memory.

"It's Bel." She looks away for a bried second before returning her gaze back to me.

Bel. Bel. Isabel?

"Is that short for Isabel?"

"Yeah..."

"I like your name." My mouth moves without permission.

"Oh, ha-ha, thanks." She gives a quiet laugh.

Why is she laughing at me?

"Sure."

We laid there in silence.  Her eyes are closed while mine are closely studying her sleep state. Watching carefully as her chest moves up and down slowly.  And she looks peaceful.

I wish I could sleep. I wish I could be like this girl who looks like my sister and sleeps peacefully.  But I can't.

I'm Harry.

A drunk, quiet,  but occasionally rude biy who's thoughts are clouded with dark memories.  The scars on my body covered with ink prove it. And here I am, in a room of a strange girl with beautiful blue eyes. What made hee invite me inside still confuses me greatly but I also don't care for a reason.

I'm saved. Even for just this moment.

And before I know it, I'm fast asleep,  dreaming about nothing then a girl with so much beauty and a terrible beast who holds her close and is saved. 

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Okay, I understand that Harry has a sister in real life but I changed her name. Harry in this story is nothing like the real Harry. The only thing that's the same is the physical looks.

Sorry it's really slow right now but it's only the second chapter! Things will get very hectic. Just bare with me.

The next chapter will be up some time this week. After thanksgiving though because I will be stuffing my face on Thursday.  ~