Save Me From Myself
Chapter Three
“Harry, it’s been 3 days, why haven’t they stopped talking about it yet?” I threw my head back against his shoulder, sighing and rubbing my eyes. It’s been 3 days since the press and One Directon’s fans started speculating about the bandages on my wrists and it seemed relentless. The band had all received tweets about it and Harry and I had been harassed nonstop on Twitter too.
Harry sighed, pulling my body closer to his on the sofa. “It’ll stop soon, I promise. Management have had any picture of us from that day taken off of the internet and anyone who re-posts anything is in danger of breaking a privacy or copyright law. The team know their stuff. It’ll die down. Plus, tour starts tomorrow, everyone will freak out over Louis’s new tattoos and it’ll be yesterday’s news. Speaking of tour, will you help me pack? I wanna wear the clothes you like to see me in best.” He looked me in the eyes, his green ones boring into my brown ones, hopeful of my reply.
“Of course, I’d love to.” I smiled as he stood up, offering me his hand to aid me in pulling myself from the comfort of the plush leather. Packing would definitely take my mind off of the whole situation with the press. If I see or hear the words, ‘Styles’s Self Harm Babe?’ again I will probably scream.
Harry and I made our way to the bedroom and I sat on our bed, clearing a space for the suitcase that Harry was bringing down from on top of the wardrobe. “How much do you think I need to pack? I’m only gone for a week, so I shouldn’t need too much, right?” It always made me laugh when Harry had to do anything independently, he never knew where to start; such a typical lad, really.
He put the case at the end of the bed and looked at me for advice. “Start from the bottom, so 8 pairs of boxers and the same of socks.” He turned to me totally confused and so I answered the unasked question. “Knowing you and the guys, you’ll probably get into at least one water-fight backstage, so I think it’s necessary.” Harry nodded, his fringe flopping about as he did. “And t-shirts, too… You definitely have to take the Pink Floyd one, that’s one of my favourites.” I’d got down on my knees next to the case by this point, Harry’s packing techniques were almost as bad as him trying to decide what to eat for breakfast. Making such small decisions could take him a lifetime and I wasn’t prepared to still be packing his case at midnight.
He passed me the Pink Floyd t-shirt along with a Rolling Stones shirt and a Queen one. I smiled up at him and praised his taste in music as I packed the shirts into his case neatly. He passed me four other shirts which I put away in the case promptly. “Make sure you leave the white t-shirt you wear all the time.” I said as he walked back towards the chest of drawers.
“Why? That’s my favourite.” He glanced over his shoulder as he spoke, confusion of his features yet again.
“It’s also one of my favourites and I’ll sleep in it. It always smells like you, no matter how many times I wash it.” Speaking to the ground, I felt shy about saying what I did, nerves coming in to play for a reason unbeknownst to myself.
Harry picked out the shirt in question, hanging it on the outside of the wardrobe. “I’ll leave it here for you. You’ll send me a picture when you wear it?” He licked his lips as he locked his eyes with mine.
I nodded my head, my hair falling down onto my cheeks from its place behind my ear. “I will never understand why you like it so much when I wear your clothes. I’d hate it if you wore mine.” I chuckled, imagining Harry in a dress or something.
“I told you, you wear my clothes better than I do.” He passed me 3 pairs of identical black skinny jeans and then went back to the chest of drawers. I placed the jeans in his case and looked up, only to be met by Harry holding one of my dresses to his frame. “Do you think this one suits my skin colour or is it too dark?” The tone of his voice was one of seriousness as he span around to check himself out in the mirror.
“Way too dark, hot pink is definitely not your colour, Styles.” I played along as he twirled around, loving the way the skirt of the dress waved up and down. “Put it back, you idiot, we’re not done here!” He folded the dress and then looked to me for further instruction about what else he needed to take with him. “Shoes. You definitely need shoes. But you definitely don’t need a pair for each day.” Picking up two pairs of shoes, he made his way back over to me and the case, placing the pairs into the suitcase himself. “Hoodies. You need hoodies too. But not the red one. That’s for me. It goes great with your white shirt.” He chuckled, pulling the red material out of the wardrobe and hanging it next to the white shirt.
“I can wear the blue hoodie and the black hoodie with pretty much anything, right?” He looked at me slightly unsure and so I nodded. He packed these too and I told him that we were done for now.
“Anything else that you need to take can be put in the case tomorrow. Clothes were the most important thing.” I pushed myself up from the floor and Harry busied himself in the wardrobe, seemingly ignoring what I had to say. “Harry, we’re done!”
He turned around, his face beaming with pride as he held one of my hoodies as though it had been lost for years. “If you get one of my hoodies, I get one of yours. I get Skyler-sick. It’s like homesick but it’s worse.”
“I can definitely appreciate that. Does that one still smell like me or do I have to wear it some more?” He came closer to me, taking the hoodie to his face and closing his eyes as he inhaled the scent.
“Nope, definitely still smells like you.” He placed the hoodie on top of his case and moved the whole thing out of the way. “We still have an entire evening together, what do you wanna do?”
I thought for a moment, wondering exactly what Harry would want to do. “I want to wear one of your shirts, cuddle up on the sofa, watch terrible movies, eat Chinese food and have ‘you’re-leaving-on-tour-for-a-whole-week-and-I’m-going-to-miss-you’ sex. But not necessarily in that order.” I smiled at him, my expression a mixture of sickly sweet and seduction.
He came closer to me, forcing me down on the bed as he pinned my arms above my head and hovered on top of me. He pressed our lips together roughly before sliding his tongue against mine with vigour, causing moans to elicit from our throats in unison. He moved back slowly, getting himself to his feet and pulling me to mine too. He unbuttoned my shirt and tugged it down my shoulders, replacing it with the one off his own back, leaving him shirtless. “That was number one off of your list. You go and choose some terrible movies, I’ll order some Chinese food and then that only leaves two things to do.” He winked at me and cocked his head to the side for approval.
“Tonight may actually make your week-long tour worth my time.”
Harry sighed, pulling my body closer to his on the sofa. “It’ll stop soon, I promise. Management have had any picture of us from that day taken off of the internet and anyone who re-posts anything is in danger of breaking a privacy or copyright law. The team know their stuff. It’ll die down. Plus, tour starts tomorrow, everyone will freak out over Louis’s new tattoos and it’ll be yesterday’s news. Speaking of tour, will you help me pack? I wanna wear the clothes you like to see me in best.” He looked me in the eyes, his green ones boring into my brown ones, hopeful of my reply.
“Of course, I’d love to.” I smiled as he stood up, offering me his hand to aid me in pulling myself from the comfort of the plush leather. Packing would definitely take my mind off of the whole situation with the press. If I see or hear the words, ‘Styles’s Self Harm Babe?’ again I will probably scream.
Harry and I made our way to the bedroom and I sat on our bed, clearing a space for the suitcase that Harry was bringing down from on top of the wardrobe. “How much do you think I need to pack? I’m only gone for a week, so I shouldn’t need too much, right?” It always made me laugh when Harry had to do anything independently, he never knew where to start; such a typical lad, really.
He put the case at the end of the bed and looked at me for advice. “Start from the bottom, so 8 pairs of boxers and the same of socks.” He turned to me totally confused and so I answered the unasked question. “Knowing you and the guys, you’ll probably get into at least one water-fight backstage, so I think it’s necessary.” Harry nodded, his fringe flopping about as he did. “And t-shirts, too… You definitely have to take the Pink Floyd one, that’s one of my favourites.” I’d got down on my knees next to the case by this point, Harry’s packing techniques were almost as bad as him trying to decide what to eat for breakfast. Making such small decisions could take him a lifetime and I wasn’t prepared to still be packing his case at midnight.
He passed me the Pink Floyd t-shirt along with a Rolling Stones shirt and a Queen one. I smiled up at him and praised his taste in music as I packed the shirts into his case neatly. He passed me four other shirts which I put away in the case promptly. “Make sure you leave the white t-shirt you wear all the time.” I said as he walked back towards the chest of drawers.
“Why? That’s my favourite.” He glanced over his shoulder as he spoke, confusion of his features yet again.
“It’s also one of my favourites and I’ll sleep in it. It always smells like you, no matter how many times I wash it.” Speaking to the ground, I felt shy about saying what I did, nerves coming in to play for a reason unbeknownst to myself.
Harry picked out the shirt in question, hanging it on the outside of the wardrobe. “I’ll leave it here for you. You’ll send me a picture when you wear it?” He licked his lips as he locked his eyes with mine.
I nodded my head, my hair falling down onto my cheeks from its place behind my ear. “I will never understand why you like it so much when I wear your clothes. I’d hate it if you wore mine.” I chuckled, imagining Harry in a dress or something.
“I told you, you wear my clothes better than I do.” He passed me 3 pairs of identical black skinny jeans and then went back to the chest of drawers. I placed the jeans in his case and looked up, only to be met by Harry holding one of my dresses to his frame. “Do you think this one suits my skin colour or is it too dark?” The tone of his voice was one of seriousness as he span around to check himself out in the mirror.
“Way too dark, hot pink is definitely not your colour, Styles.” I played along as he twirled around, loving the way the skirt of the dress waved up and down. “Put it back, you idiot, we’re not done here!” He folded the dress and then looked to me for further instruction about what else he needed to take with him. “Shoes. You definitely need shoes. But you definitely don’t need a pair for each day.” Picking up two pairs of shoes, he made his way back over to me and the case, placing the pairs into the suitcase himself. “Hoodies. You need hoodies too. But not the red one. That’s for me. It goes great with your white shirt.” He chuckled, pulling the red material out of the wardrobe and hanging it next to the white shirt.
“I can wear the blue hoodie and the black hoodie with pretty much anything, right?” He looked at me slightly unsure and so I nodded. He packed these too and I told him that we were done for now.
“Anything else that you need to take can be put in the case tomorrow. Clothes were the most important thing.” I pushed myself up from the floor and Harry busied himself in the wardrobe, seemingly ignoring what I had to say. “Harry, we’re done!”
He turned around, his face beaming with pride as he held one of my hoodies as though it had been lost for years. “If you get one of my hoodies, I get one of yours. I get Skyler-sick. It’s like homesick but it’s worse.”
“I can definitely appreciate that. Does that one still smell like me or do I have to wear it some more?” He came closer to me, taking the hoodie to his face and closing his eyes as he inhaled the scent.
“Nope, definitely still smells like you.” He placed the hoodie on top of his case and moved the whole thing out of the way. “We still have an entire evening together, what do you wanna do?”
I thought for a moment, wondering exactly what Harry would want to do. “I want to wear one of your shirts, cuddle up on the sofa, watch terrible movies, eat Chinese food and have ‘you’re-leaving-on-tour-for-a-whole-week-and-I’m-going-to-miss-you’ sex. But not necessarily in that order.” I smiled at him, my expression a mixture of sickly sweet and seduction.
He came closer to me, forcing me down on the bed as he pinned my arms above my head and hovered on top of me. He pressed our lips together roughly before sliding his tongue against mine with vigour, causing moans to elicit from our throats in unison. He moved back slowly, getting himself to his feet and pulling me to mine too. He unbuttoned my shirt and tugged it down my shoulders, replacing it with the one off his own back, leaving him shirtless. “That was number one off of your list. You go and choose some terrible movies, I’ll order some Chinese food and then that only leaves two things to do.” He winked at me and cocked his head to the side for approval.
“Tonight may actually make your week-long tour worth my time.”
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