Twisted (Harry Styles)

"I've never had a women throw things at me before." Harry told me form across the room. He sounded emotionless right now. "I've never had a man hit me." I replied quietly. "If you continue to defy me, things like this happen." "I just don't understand." I said shakily, not bothering to stand up.  "I didn't do anything to deserve this. Why are you doing this to me?" Harry didn't reply. He only walked towards me, and i just stared at him cautiously, my entire body stiffening the closer he got. But he only bent down, grabbing my wrist, and pulled me up. My breath hitched in my chest when he wrapped his arms around my waist, and he brought his head tothe crook of my neck. This would seem like a 'romantic' gesture, but it was but. "Because Claire," Harry said, "the world is fucked up. A lot of people don't deserve half the shit that's happend to them. It's just how life works, and you'll have to het used to it if you want to survive." Life isn't about waisting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain.