Clouds {Harry Styles A.U}

Chapter 4

Isabel's P.O.V

I had a nightmare.

I was dying.

Crumbling into tint specks of ash.

Burning away to nothing.

I was nothing. And scared. Scared to die.

Was that my own personal hell?

My bed is soaked in sweat, hair is wild and skin is clammy. I feel disgusting but I don't want to move.

Wait, is Harry still here? I didn't hear him leave otherwise I would have woken up. Strange enough, I liked his company. Yes he was drunk but I wasn't alone for once. I roll over to my side towards Taylor's bed to find the mop of curls but he isn't there. Disappointment takes over and I wish I didn't feel this way.

Seeing how it's a Saturday morning, I don't plan on doing anything but read. Taylor texted me saying she won't be back until late tonight. I need to shower first before I do anything.

I grab my towel and head to the bathroom but the door is locked. Why is it locked?

"Harry?" I knock a few times before laying my ear agaisnt the cold surface. There isn't anything until the sound of a toilet flushing resonates. The lock clicks and a pale face comes into view.

"Harry are you okay?" I ask worryingly.

"Yeah I'm good. Just the effects of drinking fucking a lot ." He shruggs his shoulders. Actually now that I notice, he isn't wearing a shirt. Multiple tattoos are littered across his torso and arms. I especially like the butterfly under his pecks that when he breathes, looks like it's fluttering. My mouth is watering at his fine body.

He moves past me, turns around and says "Thank you for letting me stay." He sounds a tad nervous.

"Oh yeah, sure no problem." My words come out rushed.

"I'm gonna go then." He goes to retrieve his things but before he does I stop him.

"You can stay, if you want?"

"Why?" His back is to me.

"What?"

He swings around, green eyes piercing my soul, "Why do you ask me to stay, yet you don't know me?"

That's a good question. I don't know.

"I guess I just don't want to be alone." I answer truthfully rubbing my right arm with the opposite.

"Oh." Is all he says. Great.

"I'm sorry, you don't have to stay. I really don't know why I asked." I hide my face in my palms.

"No, I'll stay. Well I want to stay."  Harry surprises me.

I peer through my fingers, "Okay." I slightly smile.

Harry glances around the room before breaking the silence, "Do you have nightmares?"

He heard me.

"Y-yeah...I'm sorry I didn't know I was making noises." The lump in my throat builds.

"I have them too." Harry moves to my bed and sits down, patting the open space next to him. I am pulled towards him instantly, my feet moving before the rest of my body.

"What are they about?" I question as I cross my legs on my bed, facing my body to him.

"I don't think you will want to hear it." He huffs. Almost finding humor in his nightmares.

"But I do," Harry adverts his attention to me as I continue ,"I also want to know more about you."

"Okay. I'll tell you. It's morbid but you asked for it," he takes in a deep breath ,"I never told anyone this because I really don't like it. But I was in high school and a few of my mates wanted to go get high after school. I didn't do anything but I felt something was wrong that whole time I just didn't know what. Well eventually I came home and my parents of course weren't home but my sister was. The only thing wrong with that is my sister is never home. I ran inside calling for her but there wasn't an answer. I looked everywhere until I finally went to the last place. She was laying on her bed, it was as if she was sleeping. I tried shaking her but she wasn't responding. That's when I knew she was gone. I fell to my knees out of disbelief that my sister killed herself. I wasn't crying. I was in utter shock. She was gone and I had no one left." His eyes begin to gloss over then he shakes his head to get rid of the memory. I didn't realize there was wetness on my cheeks until I had to wipe away the tears.

"I'm so sorry Harry." I want to grab his hands and push away the curls that encase his frame but that would be too much.

"It's fine. I'm fine really." He tells me but I can tell he is lying.

"Okay."

"You look like my sister."

I'm rendered speechless.

"You remind me of her to the point I start to believe she isn't really gone. "

Harry surprises me by gently placing both of his hands on each side of my face.

"Can I ask you something?" He says quietly and slowly. Too slow. I nod my head for him to continue. "Kiss me?"

And I do.

Sorry for the cliffhanger. I wanted to leave the good stuff for the next chapter. Which will hopefully be up soon because I'm finally on break so I have all the time in the world.~

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