Let Me In(Harry Styles)

The mysterious boy Harry moves in next to August, a girl who has to deal with her parents' divorce and being bullied. August develops a special bond with her strange neighbor, but when the small town they live in is startled by a series of brutal murders ever since Harry moved into the flat, it seems he's more involved with them than August thinks. "Innocence dies, Harry doesn't."



7. Chapter 6: ''I'm Nothing.''

That night, I was twisting and turning in my bed since I couldn't sleep.
I was thinking about Harry and the flashbacks of him coming near me with
his head kept replaying in my head. Was he really going to kiss me? Or
was it just my imagination? I couldn't convince myself he was going to
kiss me. Kenny and his friends would always say that nobody liked me and
nobody would want to crash their lips on mines. To be honest, those
words stung and hurt. I looked over at the clock and read 00:32 AM. I
sat up against the wall and hugged my knees tight.

"Are you going out?" I heard Harry ask on the other side of the wall.

"I don't have another choice." His father said and sighed before a door
slammed shut.

I closed my eyes as I was in deep thoughts. Never have I ever felt so
confused like this. For some reason, there was a voice in my head saying
that I shouldn't be friends with him, like he had said a couple of
nights ago. But every time I saw him, I felt connected and then it felt
like I needed him.

I sighed before grabbing my book Just Listen by Sarah Dessen and turned
on the radio on my iPod. As I listened to the music, I finished the
book, which was one of my favorites.

After half an hour, and when I was almost finished, I stopped when I
heard the local news.

"Three people have got injured in a car crash in Holmes Chapel. Two of
them only have a bruised leg and pain with moving their muscels, while
the older man has gotten third degree burns all over his face. The
police are doing a research and asking the young men questions, but it's
hard for them to answer because they got a concussion.The police
asks for all the testify ones to show up and tell what they have seen."
I sat there on my bed, wide-eyed listening to every word that was spoken
like they meant nothing to the man who spoke them. I ran a hand through
my long blond hair and leaned my head back against the wall again. I
closed my eyes and breathed in deep and out, but shot forward when I
heard a door slamming shut on the other side of the wall. The clock
read already 01:23 AM and I wondered why someone would leave their house
at a time like this. I wondered why this town suddenly could become so
dangerous since it used to be quiet. Deciding to continue reading and
shrug it off, I grabbed my book and started again with finishing it.

Half an hour later, I stopped again when another local news
started. "The man who has gotten injured in a car crash in Holmes Chapel
an hour ago and has been brought to the hospital, is found laying
outside the hospital. He is dead and the police are again doing another
research to find out what has happened to him because it seems like he
fell out of the window. The weird thing is, the body has lost a lot of
blood and they found a bite-print on the left-side of his neck." I
quickly turned the radio off, I couldn't hear it anymore. My heart was
pounding like it soon was going to escape my ribcast. Shivering, I laid
back down and hugged the duvet tight. I closed my eyes, wanting nothing
more than sleep to wash over me.



"August?" I heard someone whispering as he opened the window and knocked
on it.

"What?" I mumbled.

"Can I come in?" I heard a husky voice asking which I recognized as Harry's.

I wanted to turn around to face me, but he stopped me. "No please don't
look at me.", Harry said and as sleepy as I was, I shrugged it off and
rolled back in the same position as I was before.

"But you have to say it, that I can come in.", he whispered.

"You can come in." I mumbled again.

"Close your eyes.", Harry said before I heard the window closing and
shuffling at the side of my bed.

"They're already closed." I explained. I heard some more shuffling at
the side of my bed and I heard the zipper of his pants. My eyes
immediately shot open.

"What are you planning to do with me?" I asked, now not really sleepy

"Just lie down next to you, nothing more.", Harry said in a comforting
voice while continuing with what he was doing. Soon, I felt a weight
laying down next to me since the mattress moved up and down. My bed
wasn't big, causing Harry to lie down with almost no space next to me.

"How did you get here?" I asked him and although I couldn't see him, I
pulled up one eyebrow.

"I flew." He joked and chuckled.

"Yeah right." I joined chuckling and moved myself in a more comfortable
position until I felt his body.

"Harry aren't you wearing anything?" I asked astonished.

"No, only a boxer." He answered. "Is that not human?" He whispered.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

It stayed quiet for a few moments, until he sighed and answered,
"Nevermind." I decided to shrug it off, not expecting Harry would say
and kept my mouth shut. We both stayed silent, and many questions were
running through my head. I wanted to ask him if he was about to kiss me
earlier that night, but I thought I would maybe be such a loser if I did.

"Harry?" I asked him quietly, not knowing if he was already asleep or not.

"Yes?" He said and I felt the corners of my mouth turning upwards at the
sound of his voice.

"What are we?" I asked him the most important question that I wanted to
get answered.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked and I heard and felt him rolling over so
my back was pressed against his chest.

I swallowed deep and bit my lip. "Are we friends?" I asked and shut my
eyes as I waited for him to answer, but received none. It only stayed quiet.

I was about to ask him another time, when he finally gave me an answer,
"No." I felt my heart dropping. Kenny and his friends were right; no one
wanted to be friends with me. I closed my eyes, squeezing one tear out
of my eye, but tried to fight back the others that were threatening to fall.

"Why not?" I asked him, trying my hardest to not my let voice sound broken.

Harry sighed and I felt he turned his head on my pillow. "I already told

"But I don't understand why not.", I said and squeezed my eyes shut.

"Because that's just the way it is, we can't be friends.", He
said without emotion in his voice, sounding like it meant nothing to
him, like I meant nothing to him. "I'm sorry." He added.

"No I understand.", I said and bit my lip.

"How do you understand?" Harry asked and I felt his heard turning again.

"Because who wants to befriend me? I mean, look at me. I'm probably the
most annoying person on earth and to sad to look or to talk with because
I'm just too ugly." I raised my voice and at the end I finally broke
down. The tears streamed down my face, but I couldn't stop them. I just
wanted someone to be friends with me, someone who didn't cared about all
the negative things about me. I felt an arm wrapping itself around
my waist, but ignored it.

"That's not the point." Harry said and started to rub my waist.

"What is it then?!" I now yelled out and was about to turn my head, but
got stopped when Harry violently pushed it back down on the pillow.

"Don't look at me.", He said. "It's just that I'm not someone to befriend."

"Why not?" I croaked out.

I heard him sighing deep. "Because I'm nothing." Harry whispered and his
voice sounded even more broken than mine. I immediately felt guilty wash
through me and I pushed myself lower and turned around so I couldn't see
his face. I buried my head in his naked and cold chest and continued
sobbing. I felt him hesitating, thinking that I might look up, but he
finally wrapped his arms around me and stroke my hair with one hand
while the other rubbed my back.

"I'm sorry Harry." I croaked out.

"It's not your fault August, you don't need to be sorry.", He said.
"Please don't cry." he whispered and tightened his grip around me. I
slowly calmed down and stopped crying, but we remained in the same
position and honestly, I felt loved. We stayed silent, I was just
enjoying his presence around me which was comforting. I didn't
felt alone for once, I didn't felt unloved for once.

"Is the state we are in now the same state as in being friends?" Harry
suddenly asked with a quiet voice.

"Is the state we are in now the same state as in being friends?" Harry
suddenly asked with a quiet voice.

"Yes, actually it is." I answered him.

"So everything remains the same?" Harry asked.

"Yeah." I answered him again before I felt a hand cupping mine.
His fingers entwined with mine and I looked at it. His hand was really
big and under his nails was a lot of dirt. I wondered why.

"Okay, then I want to be your friend.", Harry said and a grin spread on
my face.

"Really?" I asked astonished.

"Yeah." He answered with his deep voice. In my head, I was fist-pumping
in the air. A weird, but lovely feeling started to take over my stomach.
"Now go back to sleep, you need to go to school tomorrow.", Harry said
and his free hand made its way back to my hair. He started to stroke it
and turn some locks around his fingers. I buried my head even deeper in
his chest and tightened my grip around his fingers.

"And I don't know who told you those things like that you're annoying
and ugly, but I think you're not. You're gorgeous in both ways, your
personality and in your looks." Harry whispered in my ear.

"Nobody has ever said that to me." I whispered back.

"Then they are all to afraid to say it." Harry said.

"Thank you Harry, it means a lot." I whispered and closed my eyes
again. After a few minutes, I fell asleep in his arms with a smile on my



When I woke up the next morning, I noticed the space beside me
was empty. I turned around and as desperately as I am, I grabbed the
pillow, but noticed a piece of paper lying under it. I frowned as I
grabbed it and unfolded it.

Dear August,

Thank you for last night, it felt good. I left before your mum would
wake up and would see us. Have fun on school.

.xx your friend, Harry.

I smiled as I ended reading and read the last sentence in which he said
I was his friend. I grabbed the pillow again anddug my head in it,
inhaling the scent of him and the smile didn't left my face. I slowly
laid down and opened my eyes again, to see something that removed the
smile of my face and caused my heart to drop to the pit of my stomach.


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