Bereft (h.s)

7. Take it away little one.

Song in this chapter is Graveyard - Halsey

CHAPTER 7

Alycia's Pov.

"Uhm...." I stumbled over a million thoughts in my head while he's kneeled in front of me with his staring into mine. "What's your moms name?"

A little smile crept onto his lips but he didn't let his teeth show.

"Anne. Her name is Anne."

Alycia you're a fucking 1D stan, you knew that you dumbass.

"Uhm...tell me something fucked up. About you. So we can even out." He chuckled lightly. "You're not fucked up, for starters." "As if you would know."

He raised his eyebrows and his lips slightly curled on the sides. He stayed quiet for a minute and I could tell he was pondering his next few words.

"Well...I uhm..."

Is he nervous? Should I not have asked that? Fuck. I don't want to make him uncomfortable. I didn't want that at all.

I lightly placed my hands over his own that were placed on my knees and he knitted his eyebrows together at the gesture.

"You don't have to tell me." "No. I know something fucked up about your life. Not you, but your life. So uhm...let me see, how about...I sometimes get carried away with my drug use."

Did he really just say that? Harry? As in Harry Styles? Is he saying he's gotten addicted to something before? Or is he just talking about all the weed he smokes? Should I ask, or is that pushing? Why do I ask myself fucking questions as if I know the answer.

"Like...you mean like you smoke too much weed?" He chuckled and gave me the sweetest look. "No, I mean that too I suppose."

He didn't give me any further information so I just nodded and accepted what he decided to tell me.

"Okay...thank you. That works. For now." "For now huh?" His eyebrows raised up with that stupid fucking smirk on his face. "Yes. Anytime I let you know something about me, I expect to know something about you in return."

He smiled and gave my knees a squeeze.

"Deal. I can do that."

I nodded and moved my hands from their spot on his once I realized they were there for entirely too long. I was just trying to be comforting. Way to go Alycia. Now you're being too touchy.

Suddenly he pushed himself up from his kneeling position and sat down beside me on the couch.

"Got anything fucked up for me to listen to today little one?" "Always. Well...kind of. I started writing something but got stuck." He nodded and suddenly got up and went over to wear he sat all his things.

"I don't suppose you wanna smoke this blunt with me do you?" "You're turning me into a pot head Harold."

A smirk played on his lips as he sat back down with the blunt and a lighter in his head.

"Oh please, you've been a stoner Alycia. You don't fool me."

He said as he sat painstakingly close to me.

I can smell his glorious scent again. I'm finding out what fucking cologne he wears. I need it. I wanna spray my entire home with it. It makes me feel cozy. Not him...just his scent. Just...his scent.

I finally got out of my thoughts long enough to look up at him but he was already looking straight at me as he lit the blunt between his lips.

"You stare a lot."