Clouds {Harry Styles A.U}

Chapter 3

Isabel's P.O.V

I'm not sure how long I've been asleep but there is obnoxious banging outside my room. I force my sleeping body of the bed to the disturbance. When I open the door, my vision instantly goes to a curly haired boy, laying on the floor, back up against a door and head banging rather hard on the metal surface.

I rub my eyes to make the blur away , "Hey its 3am stop banging." My hands have makeup all over them and I realize I forgot to take it off.

"No." He says and continues banging.

"You're Harry right?" I ask just to make sure I'm not dreaming him here.

"Yeah so what?" He closes his eyes.

Okay?

I knew he was a quiet guy but now he is just being slightly rude.

"I'm Bel, we met in the car." He looks at me. His eyes are bloodshot.

"Oh."

Something stupid inside me feels the need to do something for him. I will torture myself if I leave him here. "Do you want to come inside? Taylor isn't probably coming back so you can stay in her bed until whoever you're waiting for comes." I offer him, but he looks away.

"No I'm fine."

I let out a sigh. Oh well, I tried.

"Fine suit yourself. It's nice to meet you again." I head back to my room. I feel completly embarassed now. Why did I ask him to come inside? I don't even know him. 

My bed is calling for me so I crawl into my warm blankets and attempt to go back to sleep. Not even a few minutes later there is a knock at my door. I make some weird grunting nosie and slowly pace to the door.

Harry is standing there. His hands are in his pockets and he looks nervous. Or uncomfortable.         

"C-can I come in?" His words slur. Is he drunk?

"Um, sure." I step aside to let him in. The smell of beer invades my senses, my previous question being answered. He is drunk. Really drunk. He smells like he jumped in a pool of alcohol.

"I thought you lived at the sorority?" I swear I remember Taylor saying so.

"No sororities are for guys who have too much fucking money and way too much time on their hands." His vocalness is astounding, especially his langauge. 

"Oh," I quietly reply, "Where are you from?" I'm not sure what posessed me to ask this. I clearly know where he is from. He must think I'm weird or something.

"I'm from England." He sounds clearer from before but still is definetly drunk.

"Hmm, okay." I stare up at the ceiling. The fan is moving fast but the more I stare at it, the more it slows. My curiosity gets the best of me when my mouth begins to move, "So you like Mikky Ekko?" Remembering the sounds of "Pull Me Down" playing throughout the car keeps replaying in my head. 

"What?"

"Mikky Ekko?" I repeat, "Do you like his music? I mean I noticed Zayn hand you your phone in the car." I explain my rather random question. Could that question sound any more stupid? "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 hear the Taylor's bed shift but I don't look. I just keep staring at the ceiling. Eventually the constant feel of his eyes on set on me causes my body to turn. And I am face to face with those beautiful green eyes that hold so much emotion. These feelings I'm having right now are unexplainable.

"What's your name again?" He asks even though I told him my name not to long ago. The alcohol must be clouding his memory.

"It's Bel." I look away briefly from his gaze.

After a few seconds he speaks, "Is that short for Isabel?"

"Yeah..."

He surprises me by saying, " I like your name." 

If he could see in the dark, then he would see how red my cheeks have turned.  "Oh, ha-ha, thanks." I laugh softly. 

"Sure."

We laid there in silence. I fell into a deep sleep again. Dreaming once more of green eyes that save me from my demons.

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( Thank you for reading! I'll be posting the new chapter tomorrow hopefully.)