He was gone almost an hour.
But the orgasmic smell of tandoori chicken soon trailed into my room and in walked his cloaked figure in his black trench coat. He looked uptight, extremely uptight. His eyes met mine, a small sigh leaving his soft, pink lips before he placed the food beside me.
"I got you food. I'll be back later."
"Wait," I gasped, grabbing the ends of his coat. "You're not leaving again."
He worriedly glanced at my hands, his face still and tensed. "Listen, Harley. I don't feel too good."
His face was slightly red, and my hands were oddly close to his crotch. I pulled away, awkwardly sitting back at my bed as he slowly took short steps back. "I need to sort out some stuff. I'll be back later tonight."
"What's wrong?" I questioned worriedly, my eyes widening in concern.
He shook his head. "I don't even know. But Clyde's waiting outside, he's in trouble with some people."
"Are you in trouble?" I asked suspiciously, my protection over him growing oddly stronger. He was an adult, he could take care of himself. I had to remember that.
"Depends," He whispered. "If I help out Clyde then I might be."
"Then don't." I warned.
Harry's eyes intensified and left mine as his head tilted almost shyly to the floor. "He's my best friend."
My heart pumped slightly faster, my throat beginning to dry. "I-I know this may come as a shock to you but if you got hurt then I would be... kind of upset. Like, don't kill me but the thought of you unsafe makes me worried."
His hand softly raised to my cheek, caressing it softly and biting his lower lip. "Harley, everything makes you worried. I'm okay."
He turned around to leave but I coughed, grabbing his attention. Oh, no. "Basically, what I'm trying to say is that I care about you... A lot."
He turned around swiftly, his eyebrows furrowed as my heart pumped viciously. My breath shook as he stared at me oddly, his arms crossing. "I now feel... very enlightened. I always thought that I was the one who was making a fool out of myself for latching my feelings onto you. It's great to know that you feel the same as I do."
What a beautiful moment.
"We're both awkward. I never know what to say, you never know what to do. But at least you know what to say, and I know what to do." I quietly spoke, in hopes of lighting a spark in his brain.
"I sometimes know what to do." He defended.
"We've hugged twice," I argued. "Merely because you don't know how to approach me."
"I don't like hugging." He spoke quietly.
"Can I hug you before you leave?" I asked gently, his eyebrows raising as I crawled along the mattress to where he was standing beside it.
"No." He shut me out when I was trying to lure him in. "But... We can kiss goodbye."
I rolled my eyes and shuffled my back onto the mattress, my head resting in the softness of the delicate, white pillows. "Goodbye, Harry."
"I can't help that I suck at being a cuddly person. I hate hugging and holding hands." He informed my tired frown, which replied with a small yawn.
"It's a fatal flaw."
"I apologise?" He hesitantly said.
"It's not even a cute flaw. It's a big, fuck off flaw that has us doomed. I love hugging, if I had someone to hug." I whispered, my eyes staring down.
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Harley Thomas; an anxiously wrecked Christian who thrives on judging those who sin. Harry Styles; an emotionally wrecked Atheist who thrives on sinning.