Crazy

I roll onto my side and slowly open my eyes. That’s when I realise I wasn’t in my room. I turn to find Harry asleep beside me, his chest slowly rising and falling as he breathed, still asleep. What am I doing here? I think to myself as I look around the room. That’s when it hit me; last night, I came back here with Harry, who was the one who asked if I wanted to come here with him.

I was still fully clothed, thankfully, so nothing happened between us, right? I turn on to my side and prop myself up with my elbow as I look at Harry. As I sit up a bit, I feel my head begin to pound, thanks to last night. Just great. I think to myself and slowly rub my temples with my thumbs to lessen the ache somewhat. I can’t help but stare at him as he slept; he looked so peaceful as he lie there. A small hint of a smile makes its way to my face. I move a bit and feel the bed shift a bit.

“M-morning,” Harry mumbles in a deep gravelly tone as he sits up a bit and runs his fingers through his hair. Damn, he had a sexy morning voice.

“Morning,” I mutter and keep my eyes fixated on the comforter to keep myself from staring at his bare chest.

“Sleep well, beautiful?” he asks as I slowly lift my face up so I was looking him in the eyes. I nod my head a bit slowly, my thumbs lightly rubbing my temples.

“I slept well, yourself? My head is killing me, though,” I groan and lie back down on the pillow and pull the dark duvet over my eyes to lessen the brightness coming from the windows. I feel the bed shift a bit and realise I was alone for a second or two before I feel a body slip back under the covers beside me.

“That a bit better, love?” he whispers, lips close to my ear, which makes me jump a bit. He laughs a bit and turns on his side, one of his arms going around my waist. I can’t help the smile that comes across my face as I look at him. I nod slowly and am soon caught off guard when I feel his lips on mine. I smile into the kiss as I feel him pull me closer, our lips moving together.

I pull away and mutter, “I…we can’t do this…he-” I am cut off by Harry pressing his lips against mine in a kiss and I feel him pull my body closer to his. I try to pull myself from him and think of Chris but I can’t bring myself to.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt ‘im,” he mumbles against my skin. A few minutes go by and I am pulled from my thoughts when I hear some loud yet muffled noise begin to go off.

What the hell is that? I think to myself as I begin to look around for the source the noise was being distributed from. It takes me a second to realize it was my phone.

“Uh, babe, you’re pocket’s buzzing,” Harry says with a laugh before I feel him roll onto his back so he was beside me. I push the covers off of me and pull my phone from my denim shorts. I look at the display and mutter a somewhat loud ‘shit’ under my breath and roll my eyes when I see who was calling.

Of course, it was Chris. He just had to interrupt my morning. “What the hell do you want, Chris?” I say in a sharp tone as I answer the call, holding the phone up to my ear.

“That’s no way to talk to your boyfriend, babe. Where the hell were you last night?” he asks on the other line in his irritated fashion.

“Out, Chris, nothing for you to be concerned about,” I reply and roll my eyes.

“It is my business; you’re my girlfriend so I’d say I have every right to be concerned where my girlfriend is, bitch,” he says, voice rising. I pull the phone away from my ear because he practically burst my eardrum at how loud he was talking, yelling more so.

“Fucker,” I hear Harry mumble a bit loudly and see him roll his eyes.

“I don’t have to tell you shit, it’s my business, babe,” I tell Chris and roll my eyes angrily, even though he couldn’t see me.

“You’re with Styles, aren’t you? I heard that fucker, he’s right there with you, yeah?” he asks.

Shit, I think to myself and look over at Harry, sticking my tongue out him. He just smirks and rises up from his spot on the bed before moving so he was seated right beside me, like he wanted to listen to our conversation. I roll my eyes and shake my head at him as he points to my phone.

“What?” I mouth to him as I continue to listen to Chris on the other line.

“Speaker, want to hear the conversation,” he mouths back. I hold up my forefinger to tell him just a minute so I can put it on speaker. I press the speaker button and hold onto the device.

“Sidney? Hello? You there?” his reply booms through my speakers.

“I’m here, Chris,” I tell him and roll my eyes.

“You gonna answer my question or am I goin’ to have to come over there myself? I know you’re with him at his place,” he replies in an aggravated tone. I let out an irritated sigh and roll my eyes at him. He wasn’t even here and I was pissed off, no, furious at him, but I’m practically always like that with him so it’s no surprise really.

“So what if I am? It doesn’t matter if you know where I am or not,” I snap at him.

“Whatever. So, when are you coming home?” he asks. I stay silent for a minute or two so I can come up with something to say. How about never?

“Not anytime soon, dick,” Harry says and laughs. I could hear shuffling on the other end.

“Hey bastard, what would you do if you knew I practically made out with her last night and almost this morning? She’s a damn good kisser, and I wouldn’t mind beating your ass again while I pound your skull in,” Harry grabs my phone from me and practically yells into the speaker, anger in his eyes. Just as I reach to take it from his hand, I hear it beep, signaling he ended the call.

“Harry, what the hell was that?” I ask in a loud tone as I snatch my phone back from him and stuff it in the front pocket of my shorts.

“Sorry, I think you know by now I can’t stand that fucker, thinks he can talk to you like he does,” he finishes and clenches his fists together.

“I want so bad to beat his fucking skull in where he’s lying immobile in his own pool o’ blood,” he says, anger building up inside him, eyes wide.

“Hey,” I say calmly and look at him as I move my hand over his to feel him loosen his clenched fists a bit at my touch. I smile a bit as I look at him and slowly brush my fingertips over his. “I wouldn’t go that far but I do want him to go away, especially now that I’ve realized what I want..” I trail off and smile a bit as I look at him. He loosens his hold on me and moves his hands up to my face so he was cupping my cheeks in his palms.

“What do you want? Tell me, Sid,” he says and leans forward, resting his forehead against my own as he stares at me.

“Y-you, Harry, I-I w-want to be with you, so much,” I tell him and smile a bit as he pulls me closer. I put my arms around him as I look up at him, his curls messy on top of his head.

“Leave him,” he tells me in a sharp tone to his voice. “You know I want that too, only when you leave him,” he finishes with a slight laugh but I could hear the seriousness in his voice as well.

“I want to, and I’m going to,” I reassure him with a smile as I lean up and kiss his cheek. I linger with my lips pressed to his cheek for a minute or so before I pull away.

“I’m going to get going so I can get this shit over with,” I tell him as I pull away. As I begin to make my way out the room, I smile a bit and lace my fingers through his.

“I’m drivin’ you back, there’s no way in hell I’m leavin’ you alone with him,” he tells me as he grabs a nearby shirt and slips it over his tall frame and reaches for his keys, which were in the pocket of his jeans on the floor. He laces our fingers together once more and tightens his grip as we head toward the stairs from his room.

“Thanks,” I tell him with a small smile.

“Hey Haz – oh hey Sidney! How are ya, love?” I turn to see Claire standing there, a mug in hand along with a small smile on her face. She stood in the doorway that led to the living room.

“Hey Claire! Pretty good, yourself?” I ask as we stand there and loosen my grip on his hand a bit but I don’t let go.

“Good m’self. Where you two off to?” she asks, a small smile on her face.

“He’s uh…takin’ me back home,” I tell her and pull on his hand a bit. He smiles a bit before we continue toward the front door.

“Alright, guess I’ll see you two later,” she replies as we approach the door. “Send Kendall and Peyton a hello for me, yeah?” she asks with a smile. I give her a nod and tell her I will.

Harry and I are soon on our way to the place I was dreading and the person I didn’t feel like seeing; Chris. I made a decision, finally, about him, about Chris. I am finally going to end it; cut ties I didn’t need in my life anymore, him, and I was more than ready to move on to new things with Harry and that made me happy.

I am too lost in thought and conversing with Harry about random shit, I don’t even realise we are finally back at the place I desperately didn’t want to be. It has to be done, though; I’m done with Chris and I mean it this time, for good. All I want is to be done with him. As I glance up at the house that stood before my eyes, I let out a nervous sigh and run a hand through my long dark hair.

“You ready to get this over with? I’m not leaving, babe,” Harry asks looking over at me, hands on the wheel before cutting the engine and pulling the keys from the ignition. He reaches over the console and grabs my hand.

“I guess so,” I mutter as I look up at him.

“I’ll be right behind you, love,” he tells me before I reach over and pull the door open. The two of us are soon climbing out of the vehicle and I begin to make my way up to the front door, a bit shaky with what’s to come. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for what was about to go down. A massive shit storm was about to begin.

As soon as I step on the porch, I make my way up to the door. I am about to knock on the door when it swings open, a pissed off look on Chris’ face. Hell was ‘bout to break loose and it isn’t going to be a pretty sight.

“So, now you finally fucking decide to show up, Sidney? Come here you little bitch,” he yells and I tense up when he forcefully takes hold of my arm and drags me inside. I hear the sounds of footsteps behind me; I knew they had to be Harry’s and the door soon slams shut.

“Stop Chris,” I try to get out of his death grip but he only tightens it even more. “Damn it, stop,” I cry as I feel tears well up in my eyes.

“I can’t do this anymore,” I whine as he slaps me hard across the face. I wince at the contact of his hand coming across my cheek, tearing skin. “Please, I can’t,” I sob as the tears fall seemingly endless.

“You heard me before, baby, we aren’t done ‘til I say we are,” he says as he comes forward and attacks my neck and bites and sucks harshly, hands roaming all over my body. I could hardly get myself from his tight constraint, his body pinned me against the wall.

“Well I think we are done here, bastard!” Harry rushes forward and pushes me out of the way so he could get to him, sending punch after punch to his face. Tears fell from my eyes as I fall to the floor, holding my knees against my chest.

“I don’t think you heard her right, Mour-ies,” Harry slams him in the jaw. Punches are being thrown left and right between the two. I slowly look up, my eyes filled to the brim with tears. I can’t bring myself to stand up. All I could do was cry.

“She’s fucking finished with you, asshole,” he says again before hitting him a few more times.

“And you think you can do any better, Styles,” I hear Chris mutter before he gets hammered right in the jaw.

“I know one thing I can do better, Mour-ies,” I hear Harry laugh a bit before I hear the disgusting sound of a fist coming in contact with a jaw or something.

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“Keep her safe, from fuckers like you,” Harry replies and I hear yet another hard punch to a jaw. It was the disgusting sound of a fist colliding with an open jaw.

Next chance I look up, Harry is standing there with another bloody lip and knuckles that were now bleeding yet again. He was trying to get his breathing back to normal and was holding his lip with one of his busted up hands that wasn’t in too bad of shape unlike his left one. Chris lay passed out, chest rising and falling on the hardwood floor. I soon find the strength to pick myself off the floor and jump a bit when I feel someone grab hold of my arm.

“Mind helping me clean this up, babe?” I turn to find Harry staring at me, wincing a bit as he smiles. I give him a slight nod and grab him by the arm as I lead him toward the kitchen so I could help him clean up just like I did a few days ago.

Notes

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Chapter title credit:
DONE. - The Band Perry