His Girl (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 32

Harry’s POV

I groaned once I noticed that Vanessa wasn’t in bed. I guess I was in such a deep sleep that I didn’t notice her leaving the room. I tried to sit up. My muscles were beyond sore and the bruises on my arms were a dark shade of blue.  I did take a beating, but I also gave one. That makes me feel a whole lot better.

But Vanessa’s presence would help a lot too.

I was paranoid last night, especially when Vanessa dropped the cup. I thought someone broke in or tired to take her. I dealt with Nick but not the other two. I was worried they found their way in.

I expected Vanessa to have an easier sleep than myself. I know how tired she was and just how much she went through. He touched her again while I couldn’t do anything about it. The terrified look she had on her face pained me more than I could ever explain. She didn’t deserve what happened to her. Knowing that this was all because of our money, and he only screwed with her to piss me off even more, makes me disappointed in myself.

As I was saying, she was exhausted, and I expected her to sleep in and refuse to get out of bed, but I doubt she slept half the amount of time I had.

The moment I stretched out of bed my body seemed to hurt a lot more. I cursed beneath my breath as I forced myself up. I grabbed my sweatpants off the floor and slipped them on my body. I didn’t bother searching for a shirt to wear, I was more eager to speak to Vanessa.

As I made my way downstairs, the smell of burnt toast and coffee was strong.  Soon, I found Vanessa curled up on the couch with exactly that.

“Good morning,” I said, taking a seat on the couch across from her, stretching my legs out.

She smiled hastily at me, turning her face towards the TV as she continued munching on her toast. “You slept well.”

Her voice was, in a way, soothing. She spoke quietly with a soft tone. I wasn’t sure if she was tired or just hesitant to speak.

“Not that well, you didn’t stay in bed long.”

She shrugged, placing her half eaten toast onto the table and grabbing her mug of coffee. She held it with both hands, wrapping her small hands around the mug.

“I slept for a couple hours,” She said, a sipping noise followed. “I just kept waking up.”

I couldn’t help but notice her gaze avoiding mine as she spoke. I couldn’t help but feel confused as she did so. I hope she isn’t crying or getting distant. After last night, I want her to be as close to me as possible, not the opposite.

I frowned to myself. I’m not sure how to confront her about everything. How do I bring up what happened last night? We can’t pretend like it never happened. I know she’s hurting and I want to be there for her but she doesn’t seem like she wants to talk about anything. She’s shutting her problems out and trying to move on; but it won’t be that easy if she doesn’t at least allow me to help her.

“It’s already 1 o’clock.” She said. “I was thinking of maybe heading over to Christina’s house later.”

“No,”

The word slipped through my mouth quickly without hesitation. My voice was stern. Her eyes widened before her lips pursed nervously. She looked down at her coffee.

“Vanessa...” I spoke. “I think you should just stay home today and relax.”

“I know, I just... I haven’t seen her in a while and she’ll get things off my mind.”

“Can we talk about-”

“I don’t want to.” She interrupted.

I knew she didn’t want to talk about it.