trepidation | h.s

part four

Harry Styles

I didn't sleep after last night. I don't think any of us did, until the early hours of the morning anyway.

Lydia locked herself in the bathroom for an hour. The guys and I cleaned up the mess and disposed of that robber's body.

We're leaving an anonymous call to the police later today, saying we found the man dead.

I ended up on the couch after, trying my best to sleep but my conscious just wouldn't allow it.

I heard Lydia open the bathroom door and go into the bedroom after some time. She slept in there alone.

When we go to sleep after an unresolved fight, I always feel like the worst person in the world. I wake up the next day with a heavy heart.

It was five in the morning now. I had somewhere that I had to be.

No one is awake, so now is really my only time to do it.

Slowly walking up to the second level of the cabin, I quietly open up our bedroom door. I saw Lydia's sleeping body moving up and down with her breathing, her back facing me while she cuddled into her pillow.

I silently step over to the closet and grab some clean jeans and a shirt, needing to get out of the clothes from last night.

I slip into the clean clothes, tossing the dirty pajamas into the laundry bin that was placed next to the dresser.

Lydia didn't budge, worn out and tired from what happened. Who could blame her?

Daisy shouldn't be up for at least another two hours, which gives me plenty of time to come back before Lydia wakes up.

I step out of the room, quietly shutting the door on my way out. I rub my tired eyes as I walk back downstairs and grab my car keys from the hook in the front porch.

I throw a pair of black converse on before walking out the door.

It was still pretty dark out, the sun doesn't rise until around 6:30-7 at this time of year.

I shiver slightly as I start the car, the brisk March air causing goosebumps to appear on my bare arms.

I really should've worn a sweater.

I take a quick look into my backseat, seeing the medium sized blue duffel bag that I had prepared the night before all of this.

This has been going on for a little bit now, and I'm the only one who knows about it..

But all of this is necessary to keep my family protected, and after last night, I need to do this more than ever.

I back out of the driveway, pulling out onto the empty highway. My headlights helped me see through the cloudy dawn sky. My eyes were pretty heavy and all I wanted to do right now was get some sleep, but I have an obligation and I need to stay loyal to it.

I keep one hand on the wheel as I use my other to rest my head on as I lazily keep an eye on the road out the front windshield. My body was aching from the lack of sleep and the darkness wasn't helping.

The quiet streets brought forth a weird feeling. Not a scary or eerie one, but not a peaceful one either. Just weird.

Everything's been weird since last night. I cant stop thinking about it.

I want to believe so badly that it was just a coincidence that the robber ended up at our home.

But I just don't think I can believe that.