Beautiful Enigma | HS

Chapter 7

Her POV

I finally finished unpacking my stuff in Harry's Guest room, although, now there parts of me littered everywhere. I tried to make it as homey as possible as when I asked Parker about moving back in he mentioned that we weren't going back until they can find how he got so far in, in the first place.

Security said that there were no fence breaches so he has someone on the inside, or at least that's Parker's wild theory. I reckon he just managed to hop a fence, I'm sure there's a place with no cameras.

But anyway...

It's been about a week. The bruises are faint but they still linger on my skin, still a bit of a reminder of him.

I turned around and looked at the room I had taken over, then my eyes landed on the pile of clothes folded perfectly on the foot of my bed.

Harry's clothes.

I needed to give them back. So I walked over and grabbed them, trying to memorise the scent as I walked to find him. Mitch and Parker were out getting food so it was just the two of us in the house.

As I reached the kitchen I noticed he wasn't in there or in the lounge.

"Harry?" I sort of half yelled.

"Yeah?" A faint reply came. "I'm in my room."

I followed the voice to back past my bedroom door until I reached the one at the end of the corridor. I knocked gently before pushing the door open.

He was stood at his drawer with grey sweats on but no shirt.

"God I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, balancing his clothes on one hand and covering my eyes with the other.

"Don't be stupid, the internet is filled with topless photos of me so I'm not worried." He laughed, it's hard for me to remember that he is actually really famous, he just doesn't seem it.

"Are you okay?" He asked, pulling me out of my daydream as I lowered my hand.

"Yeah I'm great, I've unpacked finally so you can feel like a good host and I've brought you back your clothes. I didn't wash them though, actually, I'll keep them. Launder them and then return them, if that's okay." I quickly decided in my head.

Who doesn't wash the clothes they borrow?

"It's okay, you can keep them anyway. They're too small for me now. I think I told you that when I gave them to you but yeah honestly I won't wear them. I don't know if you will or not." Harry replied, I then remembered the conversation.

"You still wear this hoodie, you were wearing it that night I bumped into you on my way to the Chinese." I spoke before I remembered. That was an unconscious memory of mine.

"Ha, well remembered. But you can still keep it if you want. I have loads." He replied smiling and pulling a white top on over his head.

"Okay. Thankyou." I spoke and turned to leave.

I shut his bedroom door and squeezed my eyes closed.

It had been what? A week now, 10 days? That I'd known him.

Harry Styles was an enigma. He seemed to just look at me and all my years of trauma just fell out, and yet, I barely know anything about him. Thinking about it, this scared me a little bit. I know that you'll never really know anyone's true intentions but I didn't know anything about him. I know I could literally do a google search on him but that's how I find out what he wants the media to see, I want to see him for him. No one else, and not who he wants to be. I want to see him at his best and his worst, but I don't think he'll allow me that honour. Sadly for me I let my guard down approximately 8 hours after I met him.