Duplicity [h.s]

29

Aven Brooks

This is so fucked up.

I don't know what I did to deserve being in such a situation that makes me want to rip all my hair out. I don't get it. I've been good haven't I? I never cheated on a test, I always respected curfews, I never even drove in the carpool lane when I was alone. So why is it that I'm currently being thrown in the deep end with no life raft?

My own personal deep end is Harry, and I don't know how to get out of it.

"I wouldn't want it any other way."

I remember how chilling his voice was when he spoke to me in such a quiet tone that was demanding to be heard. I remember how my toes curled in my shoes that still weren't completely back to dry as we stood so close in a public alleyway.

Now it was around 7:30 at night and I was just getting back from Niall's room. He wanted me to randomly come get pictures of him and Louis while they tuned their guitars. That guy must sleep late because I showed up around five and he was still in pyjamas. His hair was an erratic mess like he had the best sleep of his life.

I took a bunch of picture, ignoring all the sexualized comments made along the way. I guess it was kinda nice being there though, it got my mind off the exchange with Harry. Niall may make a lot of cheeky comments, but he never touched me. And Louis never says anything so he wasn't an issue to me really at all.

I walked down the hallway towards my room, feeling exhausted. I always tend to be tired after hanging around people for a while, I guess that's just being an introvert. I find being around someone where I have to put on a bit of a front is exhausting.

I walked down towards my room, ready to crash with some room service and get up early for the bus tomorrow. Atlantic City feels like it's been a very long stop, I was ready to leave.

When I walked right up to my door, I couldn't help but hear the sounds coming from the room next to me. It was a loud thud and shattering glass. I froze while standing in front of my door, hand half in my back pocket for my room key.

It was Harry's room.

I stood silently frozen, my head turned to look at his door. I thought whatever was happening ended, but I was wrong when I heard another loud crash. This one was louder and it made me flinch.

The noises just increased from there, the sounds of things shattering and breaking. His door bangs and vibrates, really making me jump now.

I should leave, but what if he's in trouble? I doubt it but the thought still haunts me.

I don't know where we really left things back in the alley, probably not good. It ended with him exuding in the pleasure of making me scared of him.

"Fuck!" I heard him shout like he was in pain.

The sound immediately kicked in my humanly instincts, because although I was making the wrong decision I was suddenly knocking on his door without a second of hesitation.

The noises went to a halt the minute I knocked. The minute everything went silent I felt the instant regret of knocking on his door. I wasn't ready to talk to him again today, but now I was just asking for trouble.

I hear him mumble something to himself I couldn't hear, but his footsteps getting closer and closer to the door until it quickly opened.