His Only Angel (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

I'm not quite sure how we got there, but the next thing I knew we were in Harry's house. I think it was big. It felt big. I was sitting on his couch, my legs crossed, and my back against the arm of the sofa.

Harry was sitting at the other end, mirroring me.

"So, tell me why you never dated after you and Daniel broke up."

"I was busy. I didn't have time."

"No. The game is called Uncomfortable Truths. You have to answer the question, or you have to drink."

I took a swig of the bottle in my hand. I vaguely remember walking out of the bar and Harry saying something about us drinking at home. Or having drinks at his house. Something about his house and drinking. Each of us had a bottle of wine. This was a classy affair.

"Why haven't you had a serious public relationship?"

"Oh, so somebody did their research, huh?"

"That's not an answer."

"I had my heart broken when I was 18. I don't think I ever really got over it."

Harry looked down for a minute and I almost felt bad about asking. But, that's not how the game works. He was going to be ruthless with his questions and I needed to take this opportunity to get whatever answers I can.

"Who broke your heart?"

"It's not your turn. It's mine. Why did you agree to come on the tour?"

"I decided I didn't have much to lose."

"Ouch, okay."

"Why did you invite me on the tour?"

He took a drink from his bottle.

"What did you think of me after you googled me after I met you for the first time in the diner?"

"You seemed like a playboy, but also kind of sad. Not sad in the traditional way, just a little bit... lonely."

"How can I be lonely when I'm constantly surrounded by people? I'm hardly ever alone."

I looked at him, trying to see if he was being serious.

"Sometimes, we feel the most alone when we are in a crowded room."

I took a breath after that.

Wow, that was sappy of me.

"Okay, my turn. If you aren't really in relationships, what do you write your songs about?"

He shrugged.

"My songs are mostly just about sex and being sad."

That's a weird way to describe it, but whatever.

"Why did you try to kill yourself when you were 19?"

I paused, my hand shaking a little.

"How do you know about that?"

"I mean, did you think I would just invite you here on the tour and not do any research of my own? I did have a private investigator look into you just a little bit, to make sure you weren't a psycho killer or a crazy stalker that was tricking me."

I took a long drink. This game was not going well for me. Does it ever go well for anyone? I was starting to question whether this was a real game or something he had just thought up.

"What else did you find out about me when you had me investigated?"

"Nothing that I didn't already know. I have a folder of it somewhere. Maybe somewhere in my office. Just the basics. Your SAT score, your lease application for your apartment, your hospital records, your parents' obituaries..."