headmaster styles.
○ You've Come Back ○
If the person you love comes back to you, then it was meant to be.
May 7, 2012
The Dahm Mansion
Voicemail: Hey Anastasia. I wanted to apologize for having to leave on the phone so soon. I know we didn’t get to talk very long, but I had to take care of some things. I know that you’re more important than what had to be done, but it was urgent. Um, um-UM. I need to know one thing. Why did you call me at two in the morning? I thought you were calling to tell me that something was wrong, but clearly I was wrong. But I want to know why you were calling me so early. Please call me back. Please.
I tossed my phone aside once the voicemail ended and stood up from my bed. I slipped my gray sweater on and my black skinnies, pulling me hair loosely over my shoulder. Today was going to be another lazy day. And since Malina and Niall are at his place, I might as well clean or something.
Clean. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve cleaned something? A long time. I can’t even remember the last time. I scrambled down the stairs after brushing my teeth and walked to the hall closet that held the cleaning supplies. I grabbed a broom and a dustpan and skipped to the living room. Now to sweep away the countless sins that have been yelled in this room.
I won’t feel them or hear them again, you know, since he’s married and all.
I swept off the couch and the carpet until all the dirt was on the marble floor. Then I swept it up and walked into the kitchen, dumping the waste in the trash can. My mind wandered to the fridge, and I smiled to myself when I thought of ice cream.
Rocky Road ice cream. Now that I think back to that memory, it was good. It was great, practically one of the best. I pulled open the freezer to show that I still had some, and there was a note on it. I furrowed my brows and picked the carton up, pulling off the sticky note.
It said: Some memories are greater than others. Hope you can stuff this one down. Ha, Malina <3
I rolled my eyes and pulled out a spoon, eating the ice cream right from the carton. Oh the delicacy of the chocolate… Jeez I can not get enough of this. I walked to the living room and to the table that held the large speakers and radio, with a shelf full of old CDs. Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Alice and Chains, Staind.
These were my dad’s CDs. I smiled. I opened the CD hatch and opened a Staind CD case. I popped the CD in the hatch and closed it, plopping down on the couch and taking a bite of ice cream.
“If you just walked away, what could I really say? Would it matter anyways? Would it change how you feel?” I choked on the ice cream and set the carton on the table. “I am the mess you chose, the closet you can not close. The devil in you I suppose, cause the wounds never heal.” H-He sang that to me! “But everything changes if I could, turn back the years if you could, learn to forgive me than I could learn to feel,” I walked up to the radio and turned it up until it was all I could hear.
I ran my hand over my forehead and smiled a little. God, he could really sing that song. And I bet you he wasn’t even trying that hard. “When it’s just me and you. Who knows what we could do? If we could just make it through, cause it’s part of the deal.” Tears drowned my cheeks and I began to laugh. And I couldn’t stop.
But then I collapsed to the floor and cried harder. I couldn’t even hear myself think, the music; the song that he sang to me was drowning my thoughts and I couldn’t even hear my constant sobs. I heard a loud noise, but I suspected it to be the radio changing songs, but the song actually started over and I stood on my feet.
“Anastasia?” a voice yelled over the music. Malina. Thank God you’re here. I stumbled through the living room and to the entrance of the door and pushed my hair out of my face, wiping my tears away.
But then I nearly fell to my knees. Surely it isn’t. It can’t be. Dressed in black boots, black skinnies and a white t-shirt, stood Harry Styles. “Impossible,” I couldn’t stop myself from saying it.
“Um, hey,” his perfect lips formed words and I looked straight at his eyes, making sure that he was really standing in front of me. We were about a yard apart, and the separation between us made my body ache.
“Why are you here?” my voice echoed loudly through the room and he slipped his sunglasses off, shoving them in his back pocket.
“I came to ask you the same question I asked you five times. I called you last night, and I’m guessing you fell asleep. I just called you about ten more times, and when you didn’t answer your damned phone. I got worried,” he admitted and I sighed.
“I was listening to music, and I left my phone in my room,” I spoke quietly and he shoved his hands in his pockets.
“What if it wasn’t me who walked into your house? It could’ve been a rapist, or a complete stranger. And I could have just taken you right now. Would you have wanted that to happen?” his tone went stern and I nodded my head, “Why?”
“Because I have nothing better to look forward to when I wake up in the morning Harry.” I threw my hands up before hugging myself.
“Whatever happened to Marsden?” he snapped and I furrowed my brows.
“Marsden left when you almost killed him by throwing him.” I shook my head and he let out a sigh of, relief? “Why would it matter anyways? I mean, it’s not like you could do anything.” I rolled my eyes and walked into the living room shutting the music off and walking into the kitchen to put the ice cream up.
Once I put up the ice cream, I pulled the tea that Niall made last night out of the fridge and poured me a glass.
“Why do you think I wouldn’t do anything?” he asked as he quickly paced into the kitchen, but he kept a decent space in front of me, “How long have you been alone?”
“Since last night. Why would you give a damn?” I rolled my eyes again and he licked his lips. My stomach growled and I looked at the clock on the stove. It was already seven and I haven’t even had supper yet. “I’m surprised at you,” I set down my cup and he pushed his hands in his pockets.
“Oh yeah? Why is that?” he smiled a little and I swallowed to make my butterflies go away. A breathtaking grin.
“Because you haven’t given me a reason to kick you out yet.” I laughed a little and pulled out some leftover Hamburger Helper. I heard him sigh and I looked at him, “Have you eaten yet?”
“Yeah. I ate just a couple hours ago-”
“Good. I just didn’t want to eat in front of you.” I placed the container in the microwave and turned it on, “Did you eat with Penelope?” Curiosity got the best of me.
“Why would I eat with Penelope-”
“You know what? It doesn’t matter.” I looked at the ceiling light. “It doesn’t matter,” I repeated and closed my eyes. The microwave beeped and I grabbed a fork after I grabbed the container, and then I walked into the living room, sitting down on the couch. “Well come on,” I blurted and he slowly walked into the living room, sitting all the way at the other end of the couch.
I tossed the pillow at him and it hit him in the face on accident, making me cover my mouth. I busted out laughing and he pulled the pillow from his face, showing a playful smirk... But then it got quiet; too quiet. Uncomfortably quiet. It was quiet until I finished my dinner.
I scurried into the kitchen and nearly threw the dishes into the sink, but then I scurried into the dining room and walked into the living room. I slowly sat down on the couch, Harry’s eyes locked onto me the whole time.
My heart pounded so loudly that my own voice echoed through my head as I asked, “Do you want to stay here tonight?” his expression left me speechless and I swallowed, “I mean it’s getting late and I wouldn’t want you to go home so late.”
His grin grew and I turned from it, swallowing again. “I don’t see no problem.” He gave me another grin and I snapped my eyes to the side of the room.
“But I wouldn’t want to keep you from your wife,” I said under my breath.
“What are you-”
“I’ll go make up your bed.” I stood up and walked upstairs, stepping into a guest bedroom across from my room. Harry walked into the room, shirt and shoes in his hand and a grin still plastered on his lips. I sucked in a breath and he sat down at the chest as soon as I pulled down his covers.
“I wouldn’t suppose you’d be getting in that bed with me?” he gave me a chuckle as he bit his lip.
“If you want to cuddle with someone, go back home. You don’t have to stay here.” I drug my hand through my ratty hair and he stood up, filling the space between us for the first time tonight.
“I’ve accepted your invitation to stay here, but now you’re kicking me out?” he raised his eyebrows.
“I never once said that I was kicking you out. But I can if you want me to.” I crossed my arms and he leaned down towards me.
“It’s not like we haven’t kicked each other out anyways.” He chuckled again and I rolled my eyes.
“That was in the past. I’m letting you stay here over passion and care. Not because you want to.” I looked up at him when he arched his jaw.
“Alright. Well, my bed is still waiting for your breathtaking body if you’re willing.” He winked and I tangled my hands in his hair, making him give me another grin before I pulled his ear to my mouth.
“I would only do it if things were different between us.” I then pulled away from him completely and walked out in the hallway.
“Ouch baby. That cut me real deep.” He stood in his doorway.
“Don’t you baby me.” I opened my door and leaned against the frame, looking at him, smiling.
“You don’t trust me enough to lay down with me?” he cocked an eyebrow and I laughed out loud.
“If I was in a bed with you, we wouldn’t be just laying down.” I laughed again and he stepped out in the hallway, closing his door.
“Alright. Challenge accepted.” He smiled and grabbed me by my waist and lifting my feet from the ground.
“Harry, put me down. You’re married-”
“Dammit, Anastasia. I’m not married to anyone. If I was to be married to someone it would be to you.” My feet met the ground again and he crawled into my bed, slipping his skinnies off and tossing them on the floor. “If you don’t have those pants and that sweater off in the next minute, I’m taking them off myself and dragging you into this bed,” he muffled his voice and I bit my lip, undressing. I slid underneath the duvet and brought it over my shoulder.
I could feel the warmth of his back pressed to mine and I smiled at the thought. “I’m not married Anastasia,” he repeated, turning towards me. I looked at him and he licked his lips, wetting them slowly, “Not yet, anyway.”
He then reached over and turned the bedside lamp off, and then he brought me into his chest before falling asleep.
May 7, 2012
The Dahm Mansion
Voicemail: Hey Anastasia. I wanted to apologize for having to leave on the phone so soon. I know we didn’t get to talk very long, but I had to take care of some things. I know that you’re more important than what had to be done, but it was urgent. Um, um-UM. I need to know one thing. Why did you call me at two in the morning? I thought you were calling to tell me that something was wrong, but clearly I was wrong. But I want to know why you were calling me so early. Please call me back. Please.
I tossed my phone aside once the voicemail ended and stood up from my bed. I slipped my gray sweater on and my black skinnies, pulling me hair loosely over my shoulder. Today was going to be another lazy day. And since Malina and Niall are at his place, I might as well clean or something.
Clean. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve cleaned something? A long time. I can’t even remember the last time. I scrambled down the stairs after brushing my teeth and walked to the hall closet that held the cleaning supplies. I grabbed a broom and a dustpan and skipped to the living room. Now to sweep away the countless sins that have been yelled in this room.
I won’t feel them or hear them again, you know, since he’s married and all.
I swept off the couch and the carpet until all the dirt was on the marble floor. Then I swept it up and walked into the kitchen, dumping the waste in the trash can. My mind wandered to the fridge, and I smiled to myself when I thought of ice cream.
Rocky Road ice cream. Now that I think back to that memory, it was good. It was great, practically one of the best. I pulled open the freezer to show that I still had some, and there was a note on it. I furrowed my brows and picked the carton up, pulling off the sticky note.
It said: Some memories are greater than others. Hope you can stuff this one down. Ha, Malina <3
I rolled my eyes and pulled out a spoon, eating the ice cream right from the carton. Oh the delicacy of the chocolate… Jeez I can not get enough of this. I walked to the living room and to the table that held the large speakers and radio, with a shelf full of old CDs. Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Alice and Chains, Staind.
These were my dad’s CDs. I smiled. I opened the CD hatch and opened a Staind CD case. I popped the CD in the hatch and closed it, plopping down on the couch and taking a bite of ice cream.
“If you just walked away, what could I really say? Would it matter anyways? Would it change how you feel?” I choked on the ice cream and set the carton on the table. “I am the mess you chose, the closet you can not close. The devil in you I suppose, cause the wounds never heal.” H-He sang that to me! “But everything changes if I could, turn back the years if you could, learn to forgive me than I could learn to feel,” I walked up to the radio and turned it up until it was all I could hear.
I ran my hand over my forehead and smiled a little. God, he could really sing that song. And I bet you he wasn’t even trying that hard. “When it’s just me and you. Who knows what we could do? If we could just make it through, cause it’s part of the deal.” Tears drowned my cheeks and I began to laugh. And I couldn’t stop.
But then I collapsed to the floor and cried harder. I couldn’t even hear myself think, the music; the song that he sang to me was drowning my thoughts and I couldn’t even hear my constant sobs. I heard a loud noise, but I suspected it to be the radio changing songs, but the song actually started over and I stood on my feet.
“Anastasia?” a voice yelled over the music. Malina. Thank God you’re here. I stumbled through the living room and to the entrance of the door and pushed my hair out of my face, wiping my tears away.
But then I nearly fell to my knees. Surely it isn’t. It can’t be. Dressed in black boots, black skinnies and a white t-shirt, stood Harry Styles. “Impossible,” I couldn’t stop myself from saying it.
“Um, hey,” his perfect lips formed words and I looked straight at his eyes, making sure that he was really standing in front of me. We were about a yard apart, and the separation between us made my body ache.
“Why are you here?” my voice echoed loudly through the room and he slipped his sunglasses off, shoving them in his back pocket.
“I came to ask you the same question I asked you five times. I called you last night, and I’m guessing you fell asleep. I just called you about ten more times, and when you didn’t answer your damned phone. I got worried,” he admitted and I sighed.
“I was listening to music, and I left my phone in my room,” I spoke quietly and he shoved his hands in his pockets.
“What if it wasn’t me who walked into your house? It could’ve been a rapist, or a complete stranger. And I could have just taken you right now. Would you have wanted that to happen?” his tone went stern and I nodded my head, “Why?”
“Because I have nothing better to look forward to when I wake up in the morning Harry.” I threw my hands up before hugging myself.
“Whatever happened to Marsden?” he snapped and I furrowed my brows.
“Marsden left when you almost killed him by throwing him.” I shook my head and he let out a sigh of, relief? “Why would it matter anyways? I mean, it’s not like you could do anything.” I rolled my eyes and walked into the living room shutting the music off and walking into the kitchen to put the ice cream up.
Once I put up the ice cream, I pulled the tea that Niall made last night out of the fridge and poured me a glass.
“Why do you think I wouldn’t do anything?” he asked as he quickly paced into the kitchen, but he kept a decent space in front of me, “How long have you been alone?”
“Since last night. Why would you give a damn?” I rolled my eyes again and he licked his lips. My stomach growled and I looked at the clock on the stove. It was already seven and I haven’t even had supper yet. “I’m surprised at you,” I set down my cup and he pushed his hands in his pockets.
“Oh yeah? Why is that?” he smiled a little and I swallowed to make my butterflies go away. A breathtaking grin.
“Because you haven’t given me a reason to kick you out yet.” I laughed a little and pulled out some leftover Hamburger Helper. I heard him sigh and I looked at him, “Have you eaten yet?”
“Yeah. I ate just a couple hours ago-”
“Good. I just didn’t want to eat in front of you.” I placed the container in the microwave and turned it on, “Did you eat with Penelope?” Curiosity got the best of me.
“Why would I eat with Penelope-”
“You know what? It doesn’t matter.” I looked at the ceiling light. “It doesn’t matter,” I repeated and closed my eyes. The microwave beeped and I grabbed a fork after I grabbed the container, and then I walked into the living room, sitting down on the couch. “Well come on,” I blurted and he slowly walked into the living room, sitting all the way at the other end of the couch.
I tossed the pillow at him and it hit him in the face on accident, making me cover my mouth. I busted out laughing and he pulled the pillow from his face, showing a playful smirk... But then it got quiet; too quiet. Uncomfortably quiet. It was quiet until I finished my dinner.
I scurried into the kitchen and nearly threw the dishes into the sink, but then I scurried into the dining room and walked into the living room. I slowly sat down on the couch, Harry’s eyes locked onto me the whole time.
My heart pounded so loudly that my own voice echoed through my head as I asked, “Do you want to stay here tonight?” his expression left me speechless and I swallowed, “I mean it’s getting late and I wouldn’t want you to go home so late.”
His grin grew and I turned from it, swallowing again. “I don’t see no problem.” He gave me another grin and I snapped my eyes to the side of the room.
“But I wouldn’t want to keep you from your wife,” I said under my breath.
“What are you-”
“I’ll go make up your bed.” I stood up and walked upstairs, stepping into a guest bedroom across from my room. Harry walked into the room, shirt and shoes in his hand and a grin still plastered on his lips. I sucked in a breath and he sat down at the chest as soon as I pulled down his covers.
“I wouldn’t suppose you’d be getting in that bed with me?” he gave me a chuckle as he bit his lip.
“If you want to cuddle with someone, go back home. You don’t have to stay here.” I drug my hand through my ratty hair and he stood up, filling the space between us for the first time tonight.
“I’ve accepted your invitation to stay here, but now you’re kicking me out?” he raised his eyebrows.
“I never once said that I was kicking you out. But I can if you want me to.” I crossed my arms and he leaned down towards me.
“It’s not like we haven’t kicked each other out anyways.” He chuckled again and I rolled my eyes.
“That was in the past. I’m letting you stay here over passion and care. Not because you want to.” I looked up at him when he arched his jaw.
“Alright. Well, my bed is still waiting for your breathtaking body if you’re willing.” He winked and I tangled my hands in his hair, making him give me another grin before I pulled his ear to my mouth.
“I would only do it if things were different between us.” I then pulled away from him completely and walked out in the hallway.
“Ouch baby. That cut me real deep.” He stood in his doorway.
“Don’t you baby me.” I opened my door and leaned against the frame, looking at him, smiling.
“You don’t trust me enough to lay down with me?” he cocked an eyebrow and I laughed out loud.
“If I was in a bed with you, we wouldn’t be just laying down.” I laughed again and he stepped out in the hallway, closing his door.
“Alright. Challenge accepted.” He smiled and grabbed me by my waist and lifting my feet from the ground.
“Harry, put me down. You’re married-”
“Dammit, Anastasia. I’m not married to anyone. If I was to be married to someone it would be to you.” My feet met the ground again and he crawled into my bed, slipping his skinnies off and tossing them on the floor. “If you don’t have those pants and that sweater off in the next minute, I’m taking them off myself and dragging you into this bed,” he muffled his voice and I bit my lip, undressing. I slid underneath the duvet and brought it over my shoulder.
I could feel the warmth of his back pressed to mine and I smiled at the thought. “I’m not married Anastasia,” he repeated, turning towards me. I looked at him and he licked his lips, wetting them slowly, “Not yet, anyway.”
He then reached over and turned the bedside lamp off, and then he brought me into his chest before falling asleep.
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bruh, Mayday Parade is killer. I'll have to listen to it and read that chapter at the same time haha.
2/21/17