Twisted Minds [h.s]

T W E L V E

My eyes flutter open from the deep sleep i was in and I bring my hand up to cover my squinted eyes as the opened wardrobe door let's light seep in. I see Harry standing in the narrow doorway looking down on me.

"Here." Harry throws an apple on the ground next to me, along with a small packet of biscuits.

I mumble a half asleep 'thank you' and grab the apple, sitting up right.

"Liam, come out now. You need to go to Nialls." Harry crosses his arms over his chest and I watch as Liam rises to his feet, walking tiredly and slowly out of the cramped wardrobe.

Liam turns his head towards me and gives me a small smile, in which I return.

'Good luck' he mouthes to me and I feel my heart pick up pace.

He then disappears from my view completely and I look up to meet Harrys firm, expressionless face.

"What you did was really dumb last night, dollface." He mutters and I nod my head lightly.

"Yeah." I whisper, looking down and rolling the apple around in my hands.

I feel his eyes burn into me but I continue to play with the round fruit, avoiding eye contact.

"Have you learnt your lesson?" He continues and my eyes snap back up to him.

"What?"

"I'm not repeating myself."

"Yes. I've learnt my lesson." I furrow my eyebrows together and he continues to look down at me, standing in the door way.

"Out you get." He moves slightly to the side, leaving a gap.

"Wait- really?" I question in disbelief, slowly standing up to my feet.

"Hurry up before I change my mind." He grunts and I quickly grab the biscuits off the ground, scurrying out of the wardrobe.

I turn to face him once I leave the wardrobe, watching as he shuts the door.

He turns his body around to look back at me and confusion spreads on his face while I just stand there, looking at him.

"Why did you let me out?" I ask, rubbing the apple on my black shirt.

He rolls his eyes and walks over to his nightstand, grabbing his phone.

"I don't need to explain myself to you." He mutters. I sigh, irritatedly

"Okay." I turn myself around and walk out of the bedroom, into the living area that I was sat in only a few hours ago.

Liam most likely just left and Niall and Louis aren't here, so they're probably all together while I'm left here alone with satan.

I walk over to the couch and sit down on it, bringing the apple to my mouth and biting into it. Only to immediately choke when I hear a loud bang followed by a cuss.

"Son of a bitch." I hear Harry swear and I immediately rise back to my feet, dropping the apple and biscuits onto the couch.

I can't help but feel thrown off at the fact that the big, bad, Harry Styles sounds like he just hurt himself doing something.