Latch (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

10. She's Not Afraid

"The number you are calling is out of service or unavailable at the moment. Please try again later." Harry's phone replied to me when he was too afraid to.

"Bastard." I threw my phone hard against the bed. I'd changed into my black sweats and let my curls fall free down my back. What is wrong with me, I almost end up being girlfriend to Avery after half a date, then I let Harry do... That.

I need to stay away from 'romance'. I have too much to worry about. I need a distraction... My eyes spied the guitar perched on its stand and I grabbed it.

While strumming an unfinished tune I'd wrote, I jotted down in rushed writing, lyrics to match.

She's not afraid of all the attention, she's not afraid of running wild.
How come she's so afraid of falling in love?
She's not afraid of scary movies, she loves the way we laugh in the dark.
But she's so afraid of falling in love.

I fixed the chorus and finished the tune. I keep all my songs in a book, a brown leather diary of sorts, and tuck it under my pillow. It's quite tattered now but I can't throw it out.

I think that's my talent, I'm not the best singer but Harry- I mean people tell me my songs are good. And I can play guitar well. Other than that, I'm quite talentless.

My head was a mess and I felt like just drifting off and never waking up. I detested the thought of school tomorrow and then Dean's coming back on Friday. My birthday's on Saturday and it looks like the first birthday I'll be spending without Harry, not that it matters.

He was drunk, I was emotional. Typical recipe for mistakes, alcohol and tears. More meaningless affections from Harry, it's getting stupid now...

Harry's POV

It's fucking freezing and I've been standing outside her house for a solid half hour. I was about to go back in, and I coward out. I never stay with girls after I.. Do something with them so I don't know how to act. So I just leave.

I need to go home instead of ignoring her calls whilst standing outside her damn house. So I walked down to my house, sobered up from the kissing and the cold Cheshire air.

I wonder if she's sad I'm gone...

Olivia's POV

Thank God he's gone, he's just messing with my head. I'm not standing for it anymore.

I crashed amongst the pillows and duvet, with a exasperated sigh and shut my eyes forcefully, with a plan in mind for tomorrow...

Hihi. Also a short chapter, that's annoying soz. So I've been asked who I have in mind for Olivia and I don't have anyone. Depict her as you wish, in my mind she's a short, average weight, long blonde haired girl with bright blue eyes and a stunning smile. But picture her as you wish. Oh and leave a comment if you want a playlist ;)xx
Love you all!!
-C.X