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Chapter 10:
(Harry's P.O.V.)


"Mm... Harry?" Paris moaned as she stirred.

"Shh... Just go back to sleep." I cooed.

"You know, I've never shared a bed before." Paris shyly admitted, glancing down at my tattooed arm loosely wrapped around her petite waist.

"And I've never had that good of sleep." My raspy voice started to wake up.

"You know, looking back at this all, I really hope I don't regret it." Her soft voice was music to my ears.

"You won't, I promise that."

Paris turned over to face me. God, she's a mess of gorgeous chaos, you can see it in her eyes.

"I would have never let myself live my life like this if I hadn't stopped to think, and forgot to start up again." Paris was talking nonsense in her mid-night blunder.

"I can't stand to think my life is going so fast, and I'm not really living it." I sighed.

"What do you mean? You've got the life of a star." She muttered.

"There are so many things I'd like to say to you. But I don't know how."

"And why can't you?"

"Because I've never been able to talk anyone. I'm a closed book, and you've just flipped my pages."

"My words of advice for you; enjoy the little things in life... For one day you'll look back and realize those were the big things." Her sweet voice warned my frozen heart.

With those words in mind, I slowly crept back into my cocoon of mind, and slipped into a warm and peaceful sleep.

The Dream...

"Harry! Come here boy!"

"I'm coming mommy!" I ran into her open arms and swung around in the open park.

We both giggled and chased each other around the field. After a while we sat down to rest a spell.

"A peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a side of animal crackers and a grape juice box." I grinned and ate the sandwich.

It was weird, I, my twenty year old self, was standing in the middle of my memory. I was watching the young me and my mother living my best and only memory. It was so peaceful and calming, almost pretty.

Sitting down no more than ten feet away, I watched them. So happy, and lively, smiling with pure pleasure enjoyment. They didn't even notice me as they pointed to the dove behind me.

I could vividly remember the dove from the other side, from when I was sitting on the blanket, having a picnic with my mum.

"Look mommy!" My young self called after a red balloon, drifting away in the sky.

"How pretty." My mum cooed and laid next to me to watch the sunset. "Just like you cupcake." My mother planted a soft kiss in my forehead.

"Mum, where does the sun go each night? And why does the sun always disappear at night?" My adorable self always seemed so optimistic.

"There once was a women and man, the sun and the moon. The sun had to die every night so the moon can live, without the sun there would be no moon.They depend on each other and her death gives him life which would otherwise not happen, and it is their bond that gives each other what they want and need. It is the heart of love and romance, and then there are the untold stories of a dying moon." My mothers words seemed so confusing at the time, but now made perfect sense.

"Would you ever do that for daddy?" My glossy green eyes sparkled in the low light.

"Of course I would sweetie. I love you father very much and he loves me, I'm positive he would do the same." My mom smiled down on me.

And all of a sudden, it all blew way like sand. I was sitting in darkness, completely darkness. Until a thread of light jet out like a piece of silk from a spider. I could almost see through the light. Following my instincts, I followed the light, walking until I realized what it was.

I was in a closet, the door a jar just a bit, allowing me to peer through the crack. I recognized the sight. I was standing in the cleaning closet of my home.

"Goddamn it Anne!" My fathers voice boomed.

Then there was a loud shattering notice and a muffled cry if agony coming from deep inside.

I swung the door open, trying to muster up the courage to go through this yet again. However, no matter what I did mentally, I could not prepare myself for what was next to come.

My mom was laying on the ground, soaked in blood. Shattered glass lay everywhere, along with splats of blood.

"I'm going to give you one more chance bitch. Get up and do what I demanded you to do, you worthless piece of shit!" My fathers hand came up and gripped my mums throat.

"W-what happened?" He voice was shallow and came in small croaks.

"What happened never changed, you were a part of my fucking business, and I'm done with you. So get up and do what the fuck I told you to do!" My fathers eyes were filled with pure rage.

"Mum!" A terroir-stricken cry screamed.

Myself.

"Harry, step the fuck away and got back up stairs!" My dad clenched his teeth and gave me the look of evil.

"Let go of mummy!" Tears were dripping down my face.

"H-Harry, I need you to go back up stairs sweetie!" My mom tried to comfort me, meanwhile she was covered in blood.

"No! Get off her dad!" I shrieked and ran into him with all my might.

My dad just shoved me aside, not caring whether I was hurt or not. "I'm going to warn you again Harry, get the fuck out of here!" His vulturous eyes still haunt me to this day.

"No!" I cried once again.

Bang!

"Harry! Harry, get up!" I was shaken awake.

"What?" I breathlessly panted as I sprang right up.

"Are you okay? I know you were having that dream again, but you promised me you were over those." Niall stood by my side.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just, it started off so peacefully this time, and then all of a sudden it happened again."

"It's alright, just go take a quick shower and sober up. Paris was worried sick, you've already missed breakfast but I covered for you. I told them you were talking with the about a deal."

"Thanks man." I patted him and peeled the damp sheets off of my sweaty body. "Wait, Paris was worried about me?"

"Yeah, she said she had been doing some makeup work for school in her living room and heard some noises. For precaution she called me, so I told her to go ahead downstairs, and I would deal with you." Niall explained.

"Oh." For some reason that made me feel a little better. The fact that she hadn't bothered to kick me out, and actually spent the night with me.

Stumbling into the shower of Paris's en suite, it all clicked. Paris had left me in the morning, triggering my terrible night mares. So it's Paris that controls my dreams now.

With the hot and steamy water pouring down my back, everything became so clear. She admitted last night, she never really is with boys, so she left me, and I couldn't handle that.

God I'm so stupid!

I pounded my fists against the stone walls of her shower. She already thinks I'm a fucking douche bag, great this just makes everything much more uncomfortable to work with. How could I let my mind to wander off so far in such a short amount of time?

The water ran cold, so it must have been long since I first stepped in. Wrapping a clean towel around my waist, I left the comfort of the en suite to grab my clothes.

"Shit!" Paris quickly covered herself with a blanket. "I didn't think you'd be done."

"I'm, sorry, I should have knocked." I still stood there frozen. "I just need my clothes." I looked around to see where I had throw them.

Even after I had gotten completely dressed, I had a sense that Paris was not. So I waited, my head rested on the crack of the door, until the feeling went away. But it didn't, so finally I swung the door open.

Paris again tried to cover herself. This time however, she was dressed in a swimming suit. "Going to the pool?" I scanned her bare body.

"Um, yeah." She was quiet and shy. "Y-you could probably come if you wanted." Her stutter was absolutely adorable.

"Maybe I will." I smiled, walking past her so I could run out her door to find my swimming suit. "And thanks."

I excused myself before literally sprinting down the flights of steps until I reached my room. Throwing my clothes aside, I stripped myself and slipped into my trunks. Haven't worn these in years...

By the time I reached the pool most of the main group was there. Casper and Zayn making out in the corner. Niall talking to some girl. Liam and his girlfriend were in a splash fight. Louis was no where to be found. Easten was flirting up a storm. Bailey was surely fucking somebody in the sauna. Finn was with a group of guys. And Jack and Paris were currently involved in a pretty intense driving contest.

To my luck, I went unnoticed and was able to slip right into the cool water without anybody noticing. Jack had murmured something to Paris and started out of the pool. Paris seized the prime time to practice her skills, and continued diving.

That was probably her worst idea ever...

As she broke the waters surface with so much force, her top wiggled off of her smallish frame. Floating about level, I snatched it before it floated away.

Paris's cheeks turned bright red as she clutched her chest and swam to the edge of the pool. Good fucking thing Jack just left...

With embarrassment and bewilderment clearly casted on her face, I swam over to greet her. Each inch I moved, she flattened her chest more and more to the wall, slowing lowering herself deeper.

"Paris." Her head snapped back. "I think I found something you may want." I hinted a little smile. When she didn't even budge, I decided to help her. "Here let me help you." I tried to wrap the bandeau around her chest.

"No." She demanded.

"It's not like I would look." I insisted and tied the bandeau around her waist.

Once safely fastened, I yanked it up to regulation height. By accident, it cause her breast to over flow out of the suit.

"Cover me while I fix this." Paris hid behind me and darted her hand inside the suit. Fumbling with her breasts until they were modestly covered behind the material. "Thanks." She muttered.

I just nodded, and stood in an uncomfortable silence.

Talk about awkward...

"I'm really sorry about last night. Hope I didn't cause too much trouble."

"No, it's fine. I needed to be woken up anyway, reality check." Her voice was stiff, completely opposite from her normal, excited self.

"Did I do something...?"

"No." Great now we are to one word answers.

"Styles!" The voice came from the door behind me, no confusing on who it was.

"What the fuck do you want?" I took a step away from Paris and towards Sawyer.

"Hallway." Sawyer pointed to the door and tucked back outside.

I spun around to Paris. "I'll be right back, I promise. Five minutes max." And hoisted myself out of the water.

Dripping, I grabbed a towel and stood before Sawyer, in the hallway. His faced resembled confusion and disturbance.

"What?" I gave him a look.

"We need to talk." His voice was rough.

"We already are, now get to the fucking point." I spat.

"Where the fuck have you been Styles? You've been dipping out like some fucking pussy! You've got a job that needs to be done, and so it will." Sawyer took a closer step closer to me.

"Back the fuck away, Sawyer. You better get your shit right, because I won't hesitate to beat the living sh-" I was rudely cut off.

"Harry?"

You've got to be fucking kidding me right now. This is the last thing I need right now.

"What?" I snapped at the shy girl in front of me.

"There's a fight." She murmured, barley audible.

I shoved her aside and shoved the door open. Sawyer better stay the fuck away from all this shit and not say a fucking word.

"You don't know a single fucking thing about me! So don't make up lies about how fake I am, that's like saying your shitty red hair is completely natural. Look at that mess, looks like you dove in all the fucking blood you've collected from being fucked so many times." Paris was in a heated battle against Bailey.
All though she was intimidating when disturbed, it was almost cute at the way she tried to insult Bailey. God, no matter how hard she tries to fit in, she won't, at least not with us she won't.

"Believe it or not, but some of us dye our hair and get tattoos or piercings because we think it looks pretty, not for so deep sociological reason. This isn't an act of protest against culture or social representation. It's not a grand, deliberately defiant gesture against capitalists or feminists or any other social group. It's not even the fashion equivalent to sticking my finger up at the world. The boring truth of it, Paris, is that I don't dress like this to hurt my parents or attract attention to myself or make a statement. I just do it because I think it looks nice. Disappointed?"

The look on everyone's face was utter shock. Even Paris was out of words for the first time. That was completely an out of body moment for Bailey.

"That's amazing, just incredible how you can say such a deep and meaningful speech, convincing us all, you were more than meets the eye. But yet the boring truth of it, Bailey, is you won't take shit from anybody, yet you are the first to lay shit upon us all. Believe it or not, but some of us see through you, see deep down into that lying and bitter heart of yours." Paris recovered.

"It seems like the only time you are so brave and courageous is when you have that little motherfucker by your side. Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the biggest fool of all? Must be the girl who cant stop crying, or maybe, the girl who kept on trying. Looks like I was wrong, the devil is real." Bailey snicker while her black eyes burned into me.

"You know what? The devil is real, and he's not some little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful, because he's a fallen angle who used to be God's favorite." Paris stood her ground before pushing past me and into the hallway where Sawyer waited.

Shit, why are there always so many problems for me to deal with?

"Gonna introduce me to your newest bitch, Styles?" That deep voice chuckled when I followed Paris out.
Paris just popped a hip, arms crossed, waiting for me to answer. "Go back inside Paris."

"No." She cocked her damn eyebrow at me, like I was unbelievable.

I took a calming deep breathe and moved towards Sawyer. "I think it's about time you leave."

"Ha, you afraid to fucking swear I front of your bitch? What's she going to do, punish you? I bet you get that a lot."

I can not believe Sawyer actually has the nerve to say something to my fucking face. If Paris wasn't standing in between us, I swear to god I wouldn't hesitate to bash his head in with a mallet.

"Alright Sawyer, you've run you fucking little mouth, shit on our day, and managed to break your jaw."

"Break my jaw? Damn, she's got you drugged and ready to go. When I can I get a turn?"

That's fucking it.

Moments later Sawyers head is smashed into the wall, and the adrenaline tells me to go on an murder the damn peasant.

Punch after punch, my fists collide with the bone of his jaw blood smeared everywhere. Soon after I'm nearly strangling him. Next time he better not fucking says anything about Paris.

"Harry!" A bellow of agony rings.

With one last punch and a boot to the face, I stand to face an empty hallway. "Paris?" I shout.

Where the fuck is she? I defiantly wouldn't mind beating the living shit out if whoever is messing with me, but I don't know if she would approve.

But why the fuck would I care?

"Better to get your girl." Sawyer hissed from below me, meanwhile getting blood all over me.

"You but get your shitty ass out of here." I dug my heal into his throat.

Leaving him behind, the hallway became a bitch. Lights flickered and hallways twisted and turned, every doorway seemed the same, like a giant circle.

Clenching and unclenching my fist kept me sane. I literally couldn't take this any longer.

"Harry? Harry?" A slap across the face. "Harry?" I heard the voice all around, there was nobody. "Harry?" Nothing.

So I ran, up and down the halls again. Back to the deserted pool. Up and down the floors, but the voices kept growing louder and louder, pounding in my head. Slamming my brain into the sides of my skull, waiting to be found.

And all of a sudden, I fell. Straight back, in the middle of the hallway.

Black-- everything black. Sounds-- louder and louder-- like a drum beating my head in.

And then it was white.

Notes

This chapter was hastily uploaded thanks to my kangaroo, but you may know her as Narry4life. So I hope you like it! Never written one of these chapters before so let me know what you think. 5 comments = next chapter.

Enjoy!
-E

p.s. T, You smell like the chicken and broccoli we just had.