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."



21. Chapter:19:Explanation

this is NOT my story, i didn't wrote it.


“What do you mean” The nurse asked as she started to write down on her
clamboard. I quickly sunk myself deeper in the pillow and closed my eyes.

“I don't want to talk about it.” I whispered and a hot tear stroke my
cheek when I opened my eyes again. I looked down at my hands, to see
they were shaking and my whole body was too. Trying to relax myself,
more tears started to form in my eyes and I couldn't fight anymore. As
my body continued with shaking, tears started to roll down my cheeks.

“That's okay. You need to come back next week so we can check up on you
so you can tell us then if you're ready. Also, we'll be organize the
funeral of your mother, or do you know if she wanted to be cremated?”
The nurse asked her hunderdth question.

“Cremated.” I answered, remembering my mum always said that. She said
she didn't like the thought of lying beneath peoples feat in the earth
with groundanimals surrounding her box and honestly, I don't like it too.

“Okay then, that't it for now. You are free to go. Do you have got a car
and are you allowed to drive?” She asked and stood up.

“No I can't-”

“I can drive, but I don't have a car.” Harry interrupted me and glanced
my way. When our eyes met, I felt something inside me explode and to be
honest, it was really weird.

“Can you bring her home? Can we trust you on that?” The nurse asked and
narrowed her eyes at Harry.

“Actually she is staying at my house ever since her mum landed into the
hospital.” Harry said, looking directly in the eyes of the nurse. They
gazed into each others eyes for a few moments, and I started to feel a
bit uncomfortable. I saw the eyes of the nurse narrowing yet again
before she spoke, “Alright,”

She turned her head towards me. “We expect to see you next week from
now. You are free to go and I'll make sure there is a black Volvo
standing outside so you can ride home. Bye August, get better.” She said
and gave Harry the keys of the car before disappearing out of the room.

I sighed and closed my eyes, “Finally.” I whispered and brushed the wet
tears from my cheeks away with the hospital sleeve. “Can we go?” I asked
Harry without emotion in my voice and without looking at him. I heard
him standing up and saw him grabbing clothes which probably were mine
and put them in a brown bag. He then raised the bag on his shoulder and
started to walk towards a wheelchair. I pulled up one eyebrow and looked
at him as he drove it towards my bed. He stopped the wheelchair next to
me and walked over to me. He grabbed the duvet and shoved it off my body.

“What are you doing?” I asked him as his arms snaked around my waist and
above my knee.

“You can't walk.” He simply said and sat me down in the wheelchair
before walking behind it. The wheelchair was pushed forwards, out of the
room. When I drove down the hallway, I saw a few nurses and doctors
which I recognized from the ones who had drugged me smiling at me, so I
quickly looked down. I couldn't find a reason why to smile back since
they took me away from my mum which only made me angry. Relief washed
over me when we reached the exit of the hospital and I heard the snow
squeezing under Harry's feet and under the wheels of the wheelchair.
When we reached the a black Volvo, I heard Harry pulling the keys out of
his pocket before he walked over to the driverseat and unlocked the
cardoors. He then walked over to the passengerseat and opened the
cardoor. He looked towards me and the muscels in his face yoked for some
reason. His eyebrows were frowned again as he dragged me up bridal style
and sat me down in the leather of the seat. He then reached over the
seatbelt and locked me, careful not to touch me, signalling he was
really gentle. As Harry drove the wheelchair back into the hospital, I
waited and felt my eyelids getting heavy. When I was about to close
them, the door flung open and Harry sat down behind the wheel. He
buckled his seatbelt and started the engine and drove off the parkingarea.

“I want explanation, right now!” Harry suddenly yelled and slammed the
wheel in frustration. I shocked and backed away, pressing my back
against the door.

“Why the hell is your mum dead?! And why the hell has your dad caused
it?!” He yelled and stopped the car at the side of the road before
looking at me, with the wheel in his hands. I saw his knuckles were
white, signalling he was grabbing the wheel very hard.

I was about to speak, to tell another lie when Harry spooke faster, “And
no more secrets! You've already hid the one about what that Kenny-guy
did to you, but if I found out that what you are going to tell me is a
lie, I...I...” He trailed off and when he came to the conclusion he
couldn't find the words, he squeezed in his nosebridge as he closed his

“Who says I am going to tell you?” I asked him and pulled up one
eyebrow. His eyes immediately opened and looked my way and I could see
angryness. Pushing my back harder against the door as he turned his head
and looked me fiercely in the eyes, I could hear my heavy breath.

“I.” He answered.

“I won't.” I shot back.

“I'll make you.” He growled and bit his lip.

“How?” I asked him, but my hand made its way towards the handle of the
door. When he leaned his head closer, I immediately pulled at it, but
the door wouldn't open. I looked at it and started to try it with both
my hands, but it refused to do what I wanted.

“What the-” I cursed and looked at Harry to see he was already looking
at me with an unreadable expression.

“I'll open it after you've explained.” Harry said and I sighed as I sunk
my back back in the leather of the seat again.

“They divorced.” I whispered and looked down at my hands.

“What?” Harry asked.

“They divorced.” I repeated, but louder this time and looked over at
Harry to see him looking with a questioned look on his face.

“Why?” He asked quietly.

“My dad cheated on my mum and ever since my mum started to drink her
sorrow away.” I hissed and felt anger rushing through my veins again.

“Oh.” Was all Harry could say as he looked a bit taken back.

“Oh?” I mimicked his voice. “Is that all you can say? Oh? Oh I
understand, probably because of your past you must have cheated on so
many girls that you don't see the fault in it.” I spat at him and felt
the urge to push my fist against his cheek, but reminded myself that my
fingers were bruised.

“Shut up.” Harry growled under his breath as he looked me in the eyes
with an really angry expression, making me a bit afraid.

“I won't follow your orders.” I answered him and crossed my arms over my

“Shut up!” He now yelled and reached towards me. I crossed my arms in
front of my face and curled myself up in a ball, but instead of being
punched or something else, nothing hit me. I opened my eyes to see he
opened the door and unbuckled my seatbelt.

Just before I wanted to ask him what he was doing, he yelled, “Get out
right now!” I didn't have time to got out, Harry pushed me and I managed
to get out of the car without falling. I turned around and was about to
speak again, when the door closed in front of me and the car drove away
with highspeed.

I stood there, frozen and let it all sunk in until I realized he just
dropped me off.

“Damn you.” I crused quietly and started to walk the last mile home.
While walking, I was thinking at what happened the last days. I've went
through so many emotions I didn't even know I could have. I discovered
feeling I didn't even know I could feel. Finally I reached the
flatbuildings again and saw the Volvo wasn't already on the parking
area, so Harry wasn't home. I ran up the stairs, feeling the pain was
soothed in only one night. When I reached my front door, I hesitated and
pulled at the handle, but it didn't open. I brushed my back down against
it and tears started to form in my arms when I realized no one was here
to help me and tell me everything was going to be okay. I started to
cry, giving out heartbreaking sobs which echooed through the hallway. I
cried for a few minutes, when I felt myself being lifted up bridal
style. I opened my eyes and saw Harry's face looking straight forward as
he opened the front door of his apartment. Once it was opened, he
carried me inside and shut the door with his foot before walking towards
his bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and pulled up the sheets over my

“Shit August, I am so sorry, so so sorry.” Harry whispered and bit his
lip as he grabbed my arm, but as seconds went by, the grip on my arm

“Please forgive me,” He whispered and his head hovered above mine as his
eyes were almost closed and one hand was holding himself up next to my head.

“Harry,” I whispered and brought my hand towards his cheek, stroking it,
“there's no need to forgive you.” Harry''s hand let go of my arm and
laid itself down on my hand on his cheek. He now closed his eyes and
inhaled through his nose. When his eyes opened and immediately met mine,
a warm feeling inside me explode. His head moved closer to mine and his
lips slightly touched my forehead.

“Please do this for me,” He whispered against my forehead before pushing
his lips harder against my skin, giving me a tinglingsensation all
through my body. He then pulled away and moved his head more down,
staring me in the eyes. Suddenly, he moved more closer and glanced down
at my lips quickly before looking into my eyes again. His green orbs
sparkled but also were dark, looking like a dark green pool. His pupils
were big and honestly, I had no idea what that meant. I snapped out of
my thoughts when I felt his cold breath on my face. Again, he glanced
down at my lips before his lips lightly brushed against mine. It was not
even a second, and I was about to close my eyes when he suddenly pulled
away and stood up. He coughed before finishing his scentence, “and go to
sleep.” Harry said before he walked out of the room, or should I say run
since the only thing I saw was a blur.

I breathed out all the air I had held in my lungs and closed my eyes.
Was he about to kiss me again? And why did I let him? I was mad at him,
right? I wondered how it was possible for my feelings towards him to
change so quickly, from angry to love - wait, was this love what I felt?


Shit, what is this feeling?


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