Silence (A Harry Styles FanFiction)

Eighteen year old, Scarlet Nights isn't like most teenagers. She still lives with her parents, she doesn't have a job, and that's because of one thing. She doesn't talk. She can talk, she just doesn't. She sings, she stays in her room all day, starring out the window singing. Nobody knows why she doesn't talk, simply because she won't tell anyone. On her 19th birthday a special fellow comes along and maybe, just maybe, she'll open up. Or will she stay speechless forever? Is it to late to change?

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8. Chapter 8

 

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HEY! I'm sorry! It's been forever since a new chapter! But the longer it takes the longer/better the chapter is! Right? Okay well for this chapter it is EXTREMELY IMPORTANT that you read this as if you were Scarlett. Just remember her past and everything she's been through. Every decision she's made with Harry... ENJOY!


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The sensation of a warm tongue is being rubbed against my skin; As I slowly open my eyes the sight of Bella appears. A quiet chuckle escapes from my mouth and I calmly pet Bella. I sit up slowly and notice something: Harry's not there. I moaned- not wanting to get up. I stumble out of bed and over to the dresser where I grab my brush and make my hair look semi-decent. With Bella still jumping at my feet I walk out of our bedroom and down the stairs. I hear the sound of Bella panting, so I bend down a pick her up. Carrying Bella with me I walk into the living room- only to find emptiness. I cock my eyebrows and walk towards the bathroom, the doors open- no Harry there. I set Bella down and she prances behind me as I walk into the kitchen, in which I found something: Harry. I watched as his muscular body slaved over the stove, preparing what looked like a some what fancy breakfast. Bella let out a bark which startled Harry and caused him to turn around, facing me and Bella.

"Why, hello love." His wonderful British tone filled my ears, forcing a smile on my face. I chuckled softly before responding.

"Hello, tiger." Harry and I both chuckled at the same time.

"Tiger," Harry repeated.

"That's a new one." We both laughed again until we were interrupted by a sizzling sound.

"Shit." Harry mumbeled as he quickly turned around, stirring what appeared to be scrambled eggs. I bit my lips closed, trying to hold in my laughter. Harry plopped some scrambled eggs on two plates, along with pancakes, bacon, and hash browns. As Harry turned around he handed me the two plates along with silver wear.

"Wow Hazz, you went all out." I smiled as Harry chuckled.

"I'm a hungry man." I laughed quietly and carried the plates and utensils out to the living room, and set them down on the wooden floor.

"Babe, we're gonna eat on the floor in the living room." I heard Harry start laughing.

"Oh love, you're a strange one, aren't ya?" I laughed.

"Normal isn't fun." Harry laughed again the came out to the living room with two glasses of orange juice. He set them down, one in front of each place. We both sat down in front of our plate and began eating. After eating all of my scrambled eggs I noticed something: a piece of paper on the plate, underneath where the eggs once laid. I picked it up cautiously and read it:

Guess what...

I looked over to Harry, giving him a questioning look.

"Just keep eating." He smiled then took a sip of his orange juice- trying to cover up his quiet chuckles. I stared at my plate blankly for a moment.

"Am I supposed to eat in like any specific order... Or?..." Harry automatically began laughing so hard that he spit his orange juice all over the floor in front of him, I started laughing too.

"How was that even funny?!" After a few minutes Harry calmed himself and spoke,

"Clock-wise, babe."

"Ohhhh" I continued eating away at my food, when I ate my pancake there was a new not that read: I will. I looked over at Harry, confuse again.

"You will what?"

"Just keep eating." I rolled my eyes and began eating my bacon, a new note was revealed that read: ALWAYS. I ate all my hash-browns to find yet another note, one longer then the others. It read:

•love you

•call you

•comfort you

•be here for you

•be yours

•want you

I will call you every single moment I can, just to say what you already know: I love you.

I smiled before putting the note down and I looked across to Harry, who had a smile spread across his face.

"Aw Harry," I gushed. I don't get it, where does Harry get all these sweet ideas? It seems like everyday he has something new to make my blush over. I don't know, sometimes I wonder... I know that the way I feel about Harry, it's like nothing I've ever experienced, the love I have for him is almost fantasy... But is it all in my head? I mean, does Harry do sweet things like this with every girl? Am I just 'a girl' to him? What about Taylor... Could he possibly miss her? What about every other girl he's dated, does he regret leaving them? Am I his last choice? Questions like these pondered through my head, every minute of everyday. I constantly feel like I'm missing something, like there's something I'm not seeing about Harry. I push these thoughts to the back of my head, not wanting to be bothered by them anymore.

"Love, I thought we could go canoeing on the lake today. What do you think?"

"Sure..." A worried look appeared on Harry's face.

"Whats wrong, love?"

"Nothing,Hazz."Harry frowned before speaking, again.

"Okay... ready to go caneoing?"

"Yep!" Me and Harry carried our now dirty dishes to think kitchen- where we put them into the dishwasher. Harry then beat me to the door, which he held open for me to walk through.

"After you,love." I smiled,

"Such a gentlemen." I joked, and rolled my eyes: adding a chuckle at the end. I don't get it, Harry's acting so differnt now... I miss the old Harry, the one who makes jokes, the silly one, the one that loved me. I want the Harry that I love... I miss that Harry, the proper, serious, constantly sweet, the 'perfect gentlemen' that's here with me, isn't the same. Where did the real Harry go? I don't understand it anymore... it's like the so called 'love' we share has just dissapeared, shriveled up and crawled away... I feel like he doesn't really love me anymore... A tear slid down my face and I quickly brushed it away before Harry could see. If I tell him what I'm thinking... if he knows what I think has happened to our 'love' ... what if I'm wrong, it will ruin everything between us... I need to just stay strong and push through until I'm sure about how he feels, and more importantly... how I feel...             "Hey Harry...?"

"Yeah?" He said as he turned his head to face my a cocked his eyebrows.

"Do you actually know how to caneo?" He queitly chuckled.

"Well... no... But it can't be that hard to figure out." I let out a loud sigh.

"Oh Hazz, you're gonna end up flipping the caneo!" Harry quickly put on his shocked face.

"Me!? If anything you're gonna tip it!' I rolled my eyes.

"Oh please, have you not realized how talented I am?" I smiled at Harry who responded with an agreeing nod. Harry pulled the red canoe into the lake and held it still so that it wouldnt move at all. 

"I'll hold it still for you, babe, go ahead and step on in!" I  followed instructions and stepped into the caneo, which only moved slightly when I got in. A few moments later Harry stepped into canoe and began paddling us forward. Why isn't Harry talking? He's just sitting there, paddling us forward... But why? He's not smiling, not talking, not even showing any emotion. All the sudden it feels like my heart has been turned inside out, like my stomach has removed, like I can't even walk, like my throat is clogged. And worst of all, I feel like I made Harry depressed...

"Ha-Harry?" Harry set the paddle on the inside of the canoe and looked me straight in the eyes. I could see the tears building up in his eyes, he refuses to let the tears flow as his lips sputter, unable to speak. 
"Harry?" I repeated. He flung his head down in his hands and slouched down over his knees. I heard quiet sobs coming from Harry and a few tears slowly fell from my own eyes.
"Hazzzy... What's wrong?" Harry picked his head up and it killed me to see the amount of tears that he had shed at that very moment. 

"Scarlett, I'm sorry!" My breaths got deeper, I began shaking, and my eyes got filled with tears. 

"Wh-What?" My body trembled, I'm so scared at this very moment... 

"I'm sorry... I-I sorry about everything... I don't know what I did wrong... I'm so sorry."

"Harry, what are you talking about?..." His body began to shake as his tears got heavier.

"I-I tried so hard... To be your everything... And I-I-I failed... I didn't love you the way I should've... I'm s-sorry. I-I love you." A few tears slid down from my eyes as I rubbed Harry's back, trying to comfort him. 

"Oh c'mon Hazzzy... You know I love you." A quiet chuckle escaped from Harry's lips as he slowly looked up to me. 

"Hazzzy." He smiled shyly. "That's a new one."
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"Oh come on Harry." I said as I held out my arms, secretly hoping he wouldn't deny my hug. He smiled as he leaned in and gave me a hug, I rubbed his back as he rested his head on my shoulder, which of course made me smile. 
"I will always love you, Harry." With Harry's head still resting on my shoulder, I could feel his smile grow bigger and bigger.

"I love you too, Scarlett. I really, really do."

"You're so squishy..." Harry quietly laughed. 

"That's not very kind..."

"No, a good squishy... You like melt in my arms..." He smiled once more, and spoke quietly. 

"That's just me giving you every ounce of my love." I smiled, I rested my head on Harry's shoulder and after a few moments, I drifted off. Asleep in Harry's arms, at night, in a canoe. 


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