Harry Styles (Present)
Something about listening to the pills shaking, the water running and Sophie's hysterical crying triggered something deep inside of me.
I tried not to care. I really did. She's our fucking hostage for crying out loud. But that adrenaline that pumped through me when I pieced together what she was doing is something I simply just can't explain. It's like I was twelve year old me again. It's like I needed to help, otherwise I would feel just as at fault as I did when it were my mother on the bathroom floor.
But this time it actually was my fault. I was the reason that an innocent girl attempted to take her own life. I don't actually think she realises how big of a deal it is, and how serious it fucking is. But I was the one that drove her into that mentality that ending her life was the only way to make her problems go away.
That was all me.
And yet here she is, sitting on my bedroom floor leaning against my bedroom door across from me, talking to me like I'm not an absolute monster.
Sophie hugged me. I don't remember the last time someone hugged me. I don't remember the last time someone comforted me when I was crying.
I don't even know why I let her see me cry to be honest. I didn't feel the need to hide it really. I couldn't give a fuck what she thinks of me. Not really at least.
She can try to help me if she's really that in need to. But I can promise that no one will ever be able to help me. No one will ever be able to fix me. It's not that I don't want to be helped, I just can't be. It's that simple.
"How are you feeling now?" She whispers quietly, tucking her long, brunette hair behind her ear.
My eyes dart to her exposed neck and I feel my mouth go dry.
"Yeah. Better." I mumble, trying not to pay attention to the bruise I created.
Fuck I'm disgusting for doing that. She's too sweet and too gentle to ever deserve anything like that. Let alone any woman, but fuck my anger gets the best of me sometimes.
"I'm glad," She smiles softly and I weirdly feel my stomach twist. "Do you want to be alone now?" She bites her lip and I twist the rings on my finger.
Is it bad that I kinda don't want her to leave?
"It's up to you." I mutter, looking down.
A wave of relief washes over me when I notice that she doesn't get to her feet.
Fuck, why am I feeling this?
She clears her throat and I look back up at her to see her looking quite fidgety.
She's looking down at her hands and picking at a pale pink nail polish that's on her finger tips. Every few seconds, she keeps pushing her hair out of her face and rocking her feet back and forth in front of her.
"You and Niall are close now huh?" I break the silence and she looks back up at me.
I watch as her cheeks turn a slight shade of pink as she badly attempts to hide her smile.
Irritation rises inside of my chest that I can't control. Fuck Harry, get your shit together.
"Yeah. He's sweet." She replies softly and I clench my jaw slightly.
Fuck. No I'm fine. I'm good.
"He's into you. Just so you know." I mumble, trying to hide the annoyance that's bubbling inside of me. I don't know why I'm so fucking irritated. But if I tell her this then maybe I could see if she's into him as well. I don't even know if Niall likes her but it bloody looks like it.
I mean like isn't that a bit stockholm syndromish if she catches feelings for him? Surely she won't. It's ridiculous if she does.
"No, I don't think so," Sophies soft spoken voice replies and I look intently at her face, watching the dimples in her cheeks pop whenever she speaks. "We're just friends." She smiles lightly and I nod my head.
"Fair enough."
"Mmm." She hums in acknowledgement.
I look at the window and see the daylight coming in from underneath the curtains.
I let out a small chuckle.
"We haven't slept at all." I state, turning my head back towards her.
She laughs softly and I watch as her dimples sink into her cheeks.
"I know. It's awful." She murmurs, leaning her head back against the door and fluttering her eyes shut.
"Are you tired?" I ask quietly and she slowly nods her head. "You can go to bed if you want. I'm fine." I mumble.
She doesn't respond and I notice how her breathing becomes softer.
She fell asleep.
I huff to myself, realising that she has fallen asleep against my bedroom door. I literally have to move her otherwise I'm stuck in here and she's going to have an extremely sore back.
I slowly get to my feet and inch closer to her, kneeling down beside her and slithering one arm under her knees and the other one under her back.
Picking her up, I notice how peaceful she looks. Her lips open and close ever so slightly with every breath. Her eyelashes are so long and dark and flutter lightly every few seconds. She has freckles scattering her entire nose and under her eyes. And even when she's asleep, her dimples still somewhat show.
I breath out deeply, snapping out of my trance and using my hand that's under her knees to twist open the doorknob. I pull open the door with quite a struggle and quietly make my way down the hallway to her bedroom.
"Uh, Harry?" I turn my head to the staircase to see Niall walking up it with confusion plastered on his face. "What are you doing?" He mumbles.
"Taking her back to her room?" I say, knitting my eyesbrows together in irritation.
He steps closer towards us and looks down at her.
"Why was she in your room?" He asks, raising his eyebrow slightly.
I roll my eyes. "I don't fucking know. She just was."
He gives me harsh glare. "Give her to me. I'll take her."
I feel the anger start to bubble inside of me.
"Why?" I grunt
"Because I will." He slides his arms under the places where my arms lay and swiftly takes her out of my hold. She's as light as a feather.
Without saying another word, he walks off down the hallway with her laying in his arms.
I roll my my tounge from the inside of my cheek to over my bottom teeth in frustration. I walk back into my room and shut the door behind me, going to my bed and falling down on it.
Her face replays in my mind on an endless loop.
What the fuck is wrong with me.
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