Over My Head (Harry Styles Fanfic)

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  • Published: 2 Apr 2013
  • Updated: 2 Sep 2013
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When Shelby is sick of her abusive boyfriend, she decides to leave. She gets closer to her 18 year old best friend, Harry Styles and he teaches her the way love should be and the way she should be treated. But when the boyfriend finds out that she's cheating on him...

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3. Chapter 3

I look out the window in Tyler's guest room. The sky is turning dark and rain starts to gently fall, washing away the reminders of the day. Tyler hands me a cup of cocoa and sits on the opposite end of the window seat.

"Glad this day is ending." He says before taking a sip of cocoa.

I stare into my cocoa and watch the one marshmallow as it tries to go from one marshmallow to the other. "I'm not." I whisper, almost impossible to hear.

"What was that?" He says, since he didn't hear my answer.

"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all." I say as I swallow a marshmallow.

He smiles and looks at his reflection in the window. His black lightly spiked hair is a little wet from the rain. "Shoot." He says as he fixes it. Pathetic.

"Tyler, I'm going to take a little nap." I say as I walk over to the dresser and put down my mug.

"Ok, I'll just sit here while you sleep." He says as he takes my hand and pulls me closer for a kiss. I put my hand on his chest and pull away.

"Not right now." I say with a small yawn.

 

I wake up and look at the clock. It's around five in the morning. I roll out of the bed and go downstairs. I open the fridge and look for some chocolate milk. I find it, after a long game of Hide and Seek. I head the stairs creak as someone walks down the stairs. I feel Tyler's breath as he looks over my shoulder to see what I'm drinking.

"Chocolate milk." I say, to save him the trouble.

"Yummy." He says as he gets a glass also.

"What're you doing awake?" I say curiously as I lean against the sink, watching him pour the milk.

"Oh, I just wasn't tired." He says innocently.

"Oh." I finish my milk and put the glass in the dish washer. I head back upstairs, leaving Tyler to drink his chocolate milk in silence. I know exactly what he did: once I left he poured the milk down the drain and ran upstairs to bed. So innocent, right?

 

 

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