Resplendent Enchantment

The title is ironic.


18. Little Things

Harry come back.
Harry I need you.
Harry I want you.
Harry I'm sorry.

I don't know what to do, it's been 3 days, it's Tuesday night and I haven't left the house since Harry left. Zayn came over on Sunday I think, calling out to me that he had my phone and he said he'd hide it in the cushion of the couch out front. I haven't found the right words to say to Harry, so I haven't called him or gone to school. Everything's so out of whack, so tainted, so.. not Harry. I miss him so much, every time I think about his perfect smile, highlighted with his pearly whites, when I think about his deformed cheeks with the cutest dimples, every time I think of his delicate eyes hidden behind his perfectly curled hair.. I want to break down and cry. I do. I just break down and cry.
I walked to the bathroom and stood at the sink, looking into the mirror. My eyes are red and puffy, my face has gone pale and I look like rubbish. I decided I need some vitamin D, so I go out to get my phone. I opened the door and when the sunlight hit me, I almost went blind. "Ugh." I grunted under my breath as I walked to the chair and ripped open the cushion to find my phone. I quickly walked back inside and put my phone on charge. I got notifications of missed calls and texts from a shit load of people.

Missed Calls:
Liam Pain Payne (26)
Lewis (31)
Zayn (12)
Kelly (8)
Elenour (9)
Paris (11)
Kev (7)


Harry xo (1)

Harry called? He called. On Monday, yesterday. I started to cry again. I'm an emotional wreck. I scanned through my text messages.


Liam Pain Payne (7)
Lewis (31)
Zayn (9)
Harry xo (1)

and fuck...

Unknown (1)


I decide to open Harry's message first, get the bad news out of the way first.

From: Harry xo
Message: we need to talk, this friday im coming over


Why? So I can hurt you even more? So we can fight over what happened and even more? Harry I don't want to talk, I just want to kiss you and let everything that happened fade away. Nothing happened. I promise everything will be better, especially if we don't talk. I love you.
Before I start to emotionally break down even more I open the Unknown message.

From: Unknown
Message: *3 pictures* see this? its what i sent to mr styles slut. have a nice day.


It was 3 pictures of me and Zayn. One of us kissing, another of us undressing and another of us... how? How did she get these? What is her problem? I've done nothing to her and she basically destroys my life. Harry was my life. I had Harry and he had me, we had each other and that was all we needed but no. This bitch had to intrude, did this satisfy her? Me ending up in bed with Zayn, the one she loved, and me without Harry? This makes no sense at all.
I walked to my bedroom and fell into my bed. Friday.


My alarm vibrated, oh how I didn't miss this. I checked the time, it's 1 in the afternoon on Friday. Harry will be here, I don't know when. I slowly got up, in zombie mode and moved to the bathroom. I showered for the first time in 2 days, I don't feel dirty because I haven't done anything but still, ew. About 40 minutes later, still in zombie mode, I walked back to my bedroom and sat on my bed. I can't be bothered getting dressed. I feel lazy, so lazy day clothes it is. I find a pair or gray chachi mommas and a fitted black v-neck shirt.
2 hours later, of complete nothing, I'm up and ready and I'm out of zombie mode. I haven't eaten in a while, I seriously can't remember the last time I ingested something so I go to the kitchen, grab a bar of chocolate and wait. I sit and just wait for Harry to come knocking on my door. I still don't want to talk to him, I just want a hug.

*Knock knock*
Another hour later someone comes knocking at the door. I peak through the peep hole and it's Harry, I slowly open the door. He walks in with a large rectangular black case. No words or physical contact is shared between us. He walks into the lounge room and sits on the couch, signaling me to come to him. I sit on the other side of the room. He pats the seat next to him, indicating he wants me to sit next to him, I do so.
He was starring at me and I felt uncomfortable, so I didn't meet his eye contact. My eyes were wandering around the room and he just kept starring for another 5 minutes. Silence. Still, nothing but a breath was heard.
Harry opened up his case and pulled out an acoustic guitar. He positioned himself on an angle and sat facing me. He started to strum the guitar, checking that it was in tune. He looked at me, expressionless. He started to play an angelic melody on the guitar, his mouth opened and he began to sing.

"You're hand fits in mine like it's made just for me, but bear this in mind it was meant to be..." His voice was deep and husky yet harmonic, sending chills up my spine. I started to gain goosebumps as Harry got further into the song.
"I know you've never loved the crinkle by your eyes when you smile, you've never loved your stomach or your thighs..." Tears started to run down Harry's face but he remained expressionless. I starred into his eyes, which were facing toward the guitar.
"You can't go to bed without a cup of tea and maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep..." I opened my mind and heart and realized he was really singing to me, about me. He had written this song. Harry, sweet Harry.
"I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape, you never want to know how much you weigh.." I started to tear up at this point. Harry's perfect. Tears started to run down my face and I made a sudden movement, making Harry pause. He looked up into my eyes and looked right through me. He continued to play;
"You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you, you'll never treat yourself right darlin' but I want you to..."
"And I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth 'cause it's you, oh it's you, it's you they add up to. And I'm in love with you and all these little things.."

As he slowly finished up the song, Harry packed his guitar away. Without another word and still no physical contact he walked away. He walked out again, just like that. Again, leaving us both in tears.

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