Masochistic Sonder | 𝐻𝒮 | Harry Styles

Chapter Seventeen: Tell Me Your Story

Chapter Seventeen: "Tell Me Your Story"

AN INDEPENDENT WOMAN IS and should be a woman that isn't fearful or neither depending on a man; for all my life I had lived with that state of mind.

Up to now I knew I was wrong, later on, I understood why but you, don't get me wrong.
Being a woman is far more than that.
On the side, a woman decides to get a partner; love must be given and she must rely on herself and her partner and be there for them when they need someone.

I lowkey hate it, people only point out my shape and never talk about how funny my jokes are or how it would have taken me to do my braids or how my afro looks more defined at the end of the day.

I was quietly eating breakfast which I had grown common to it, it was a traditional Egyptian breakfast, it consisted of fava beans cooked with oil and salt it, that day I had boiled egg included; it would have provided me of a filling and nutritious start to the day.

I sipped my usual tea: Ayahuasca, it helped me through my spiritual journey and I always made sure I was careful of the amount I drank, made at home with no tea bags just natural essentials, I looked out for the environment.

I suddenly heard a clap of thunder coming from my bedroom, my heart felt like it stopped and I started to sweat cold, this was one negative thing about living alone, I was the only one at home, I had to be.

I quickly run upstairs in my blue high hills, my light silky blue dress hurriedly wrapped around my agitated body, the fear in my heart increased anyways.

I made my way into my bedroom and noticed that the large windows, on my left, were wide open and the white curtains were furiously floating with anger inward my room; I shifted my eyes seeing something soft- just hidden behind my king size bed- with a lot of white feathers on it that moved at the same rate of my heart.

I walked closer to the thing as my high heels drowned into the white carpet of my bedroom floor.
I immediately knew it was William, he seemed to have crashed my bed as the heavy mattress was a little tilted to the left towards me, the satin wrapped around me, it definitely wasn't helping my anxiety.

All I could see was William, it was not just me and I saw his impenetrable eyes and black hair, that softly laid spread all over his face, he slowly closed his eyes and I noticed on his right shoulder a beauty mark I hadn't noticed before, it was the same shape as an ankh, it couldn't have been a beauty mark.

His chest rose and lowered just as fast as mine, my heart skipped a beat when I noticed how his features were scarily similar to Harry's brother, I thought I had gotten used to it, but it still surprised me.

His black wings bent themselves to keep in the shape of the barrier of my bed, he slowly used his elbows to turn around, William squeezed his eyes and breathed out shaping his lips in an o shape.
I stepped closer and knelt on the carpet, reaching out to have a slight feel of the boy's cheek, it felt tremendously soft under my touch, they felt like clouds on a rainy day, I gathered his thick black hair behind his soft little ears and my body leaned closer to his.

It was like I had forgotten about ever caressing his face, I had forgotten everything, it was exactly like the first time, that time I couldn't have forgotten but I did forget whatever had happened in between.

His eyes slowly opened, grey clouds converged my vulnerable eyes and he glared deep into my soul.
"Love" I named him, never in my life I thought I'd call a guy love or even more what seems to be a guy with wings.

He looked at me terrified, he didn't recognize me, he a look on his face like he had just seen a dead person, he suddenly shuts his wings and opened them frenetically and I got thrown to the other side of my room, my heels entangled in the carpet and one of them slipped off my foot.
I tried to quickly take a hold of my breath while I held onto my chest, I was scared, I felt like I could rip my heart out of my chest.

His wings started to blow strong winds in my direction, the movements of his wings slowed down till the point I could hear him whisper something underneath his breath, it sounded like a spell of some sort.
He stood up then he instantly used his wings to enclose his tender body, he seemed to flush in shyness but still kept a straight allertiate face, I noticed he had a big scar on his hip.

"My name is Aaliyah and I don't want to hurt you" I whimpered in discomfort while trying to stand up, he looked at me and his eyes turned bitter like I had just lied and the tips of his hair turned slightly grey.

"Take a seat on my bed, I'm quickly going to drive down town and buy you something to wear, again, since you don't have a closet," I said, often glancing at William while I wore the other heel that slipped from my foot a few seconds ago.

I could have made it in time, I believed in myself.

"William, you've got to conduct yourself while I'm gone even if I don't have any neighbours," I smiled at him and giggled slightly at my comment, the tea I drank must have gotten to my brain.

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He approached me out from my bedroom wearing a light blue satin T-shirt and a pair of black shorts.
He looked very innocent, soft and handsome at the same time and the combination was surprisingly pleasing to look at.

"So you're not going to speak?" I mumble as I intersected my legs and his grey eyes glared at them. The corridor was shamefully quieter than usual and I sat on a chair facing him.

"You look pretty by the way," I added out loud and slowly stood up from my seat, I took a very slight sip of my tea.
"You look tremendously familiar" I added on.

"Something must have happened," he said crossing his arms and his wings laid down till the point where they were touching the cold tiles.

"How about something must have happened to you, William?" I asked, we weren't arguing, just trying to understand each other and I wasn't going to let him get to me.

"Anyways, I haven't got time to be dealing with you right now, I have somewhere important to be right now."

That was the first time I had ever turned a cold shoulder to William, in what seemed to be one of his most vulnerable moments, I looked at him as I stood up from my chair and he took in a deep breath looking back at me with no emotions written on his face.

"Then I'll wait for you to come back," he said, turning around and then his wings lowered, even more, he opened the door of my bedroom and went inside closing it behind him.