Complications

"What's wrong? What's happening?"
"Just some complications."
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Beth and Harry? Great match. But things are complicated. And how are you supposed to fight complications when they have been part of your relationship from the start?

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A/N: Okay, I can't wait to write the next chapter but I hate this story. What's wrong with me? I seriously have an ambivalent opinion on it. Sorry, just had to get that out there. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

[Beth's P.O.V.]

I sighed and turned off my phone. Whether it was foolish or not, I had been expecting, even hoping that Harry would call. It was maybe a little stupid, seeing as he had messed up, not me. But still, I wanted to hear his voice again. I wanted everything to be back to normal. But I didn't want to act as if his little mistake had never happened, I didn't want to let it go undiscussed.

I started doodling on loose bits of paper to keep myself distracted. There was no way in hell that I was going to be the first to call. I had my dignity, after all and I wouldn't let that get spoiled, even if I missed him. I drew eyes and small flowers, different shapes and other little things. But in the end I realised that the eyes were Harry's eyes, the flowers were the flowers that had surrounded us on our picnic date. The shapes were the blurry flashbacks I had of the accident. Somehow, every doodle seemed to have a connection to Harry. He was taking up most of my thoughts, and now he was showing himself in my idle doodling.

I groaned lightly and put my pencil down. Everything was so confusing. Why did he tell me not to believe any rumours and then confirm they were true? Why did he swear to talk to me every day and then act distant all the time? Not to mention that we hadn't talked properly for weeks. Why did he send me a sweet goodnight text and stay silent the next day? Why was I so desperate to talk to him when he had hurt me?

The questions made me dizzy and I felt a headache coming on. But there was nothing to distract me from the chaos in my mind. I stood up, shook my hair out and walked over to the window. Fresh air would do me good, I thought as I opened it. The winter air was cold and I felt like it was biting at my hands and cheeks mercilessly. But I decided that my room needed the oxygen refill and left it open. I quickly found a hoodie and pulled it on to protect myself from the cold.

I chuckled humourlessly. The hoodie was a Jack Wills hoodie. The type Harry used to wear. I let out a resigned whine and gave up on trying to distract myself. I spent the next five minutes just staring at the freezing mist entering my room, attaching itself to everything it could in terms of temperature. I could feel my hoodie go cold to and shivered, but didn't move.

Suddenly I heard a quiet scuffle from outside. I raised my eyebrows, but still didn't leave my spot. It was probably just a cat or a squirrel. Or a cat chasing a squirrel, I thought idly. But then I heard it. The first strum of a guitar. And then I heard his voice.

"Sometimes we wish for the better

When we have it good as it gets

Sometimes the grass isn't greener

As soon as we find out, we forget," he began and I realised he was singing to me. Harry Styles was serenading me.

"Sometimes a fool doesn't know he's a fool

Sometimes a dog, he don't know he's a dog

Sometimes I do stupid things to you

When I really don't mean it at all," he continued and I smiled, walking to the window and leaning out to see him sitting on the garden wall.

"Sometimes a man is gonna be a man

It's not an excuse, it's just how it is

Sometimes the wrong don't know that they're wrong

Sometimes the strong ain't always so strong," he sang, not looking up at me.

"Sometimes a girl is gonna be a girl

She don't wanna deal with all the drama in your world

God knows I don't mean to give it to you

So girl, I'm sorry for the stupid things I wish I didn't do, but I do," I then heard and I could see that it was probably the part he meant the most.

"Oh, oh no, oh," he smiled and I chuckled.

"Sometimes I wish I was smarter

Wish I was a bit more like you

Not making stupid decisions made at the last minute

You live to regret when it's through."

"Well sometimes a fool doesn't know he's a fool

And sometimes a dog, he don't know he's a dog

But sometimes I do stupid things to you

When I really don't mean it at all," Harry sang and he finally looked at me. He stared directly into my eyes and even from this distance, I could see the sincerity in his own.

"Sometimes a man is gonna be a man

It's not an excuse, it's just how it is

Sometimes the wrong don't know that they're wrong

Sometimes the strong ain't always so strong," he repeated, still looking at me. I loved his voice, it was perfectly raspy and so soft at the same time.

"Sometimes a girl is gonna be a girl

She don't wanna deal with all the drama in your world

God knows I don't mean to give it to you

So girl, I'm sorry for the stupid things I wish I didn't do, but I do."

"Sometimes a fool doesn't know he's a fool

Sometimes a dog, he don't know he's a dog

Sometimes I do stupid things to you

When I really don't mean it at all."

"Sometimes a man is gonna be a man

It's not an excuse, it's just how it is

Sometimes the wrong don't know that they're wrong

Sometimes the strong ain't always so strong," he continued and I could see a momentary flash of pain in his eyes.

"Sometimes a girl is gonna be a girl

She don't wanna deal with all the drama in your world

God knows I don't mean to give it to you

So girl, I'm sorry for the stupid things I wish I didn't do, but I do."

"Sometimes a man is gonna be a man

It's not an excuse, it's just how it is

Sometimes the wrong don't know that they're wrong

Sometimes the strong are strong," he then finished with a final strum of the guitar on his lap. He looked back up and gave me a small smile. I smiled back and he swung his legs back and forth nervously. I giggled and closed the window, immediately sprinting down the stairs towards the door.

I fumbled with the handle a little, but I finally ripped it open and saw him getting off the wall. I decided to wait by the door, anticipation building up in the pit of my stomach. He rushed towards me, stumbling over his own feet a few times, but arriving in front of me unscathed.

"Hi," I breathed.

"Hi," he answered with a shy grin. I couldn't wait anymore. I flung my arms around him and felt him hug me back with the same enthusiasm. I didn't know how long we stood there in the chilly mist, just holding each other.

"I missed you so much," Harry murmured against my hair, breathing in deeply. I giggled, realising he was smelling it and he chuckled.

"I missed you too," I whispered, not sure if he could hear it. But when I felt him smile I relaxed. He had. It was crazy, but true. Why did you miss the things that had hurt you? I didn't have the answer. Suddenly I was aware of my toes slowly getting colder and colder. I shuffled uncomfortably and moved my arms so he was free. He gave me a confused look, but followed me into the house nevertheless.

"I want you to know that I really hope I can earn your trust again, Beth," he said quietly as we walked into the kitchen. He looked around, smiling at the homeliness surrounding him.

"Thank you Harry, what you did before was amazing," I replied, not able to keep a smile off my own face anymore. He grinned and sat down on a chair, waiting for me to sit down opposite him.

"Shall we talk about everything? Like, get everything in order and stuff?" he asked anxiously, obviously not wanting to do anything wrong. I chuckled at his nervousness and shook my head.

"I think we'll save that for later, you just got here, what do you feel like doing?" I smiled, knowing that I wasn't making a mistake by postponing it. I think we needed a bit of time to relax, clear our minds and get used to being around each other before we got to the serious stuff.

"You know what?"

"What?" I questioned suspiciously. He giggled at my wary eyes.

"Let's do some of that cheesy stuff couples do," he grinned. I pretended to be unimpressed.

"Get out of my kitchen," I said with a stony expression. He couldn't seem to help cracking up. I watched him laugh for a few seconds, but soon I couldn't stand it anymore and I was laughing along with him. His laugh was just contagious.

"No, seriously thought, my absence in the kitchen would not help my plans, I was actually counting on the equipment you have here to make it work," he giggled, wiping the corners of his eyes.

"You could've just said it," I retorted, rolling my eyes playfully. He pouted and glared at me.

"Anyway, let me serve you a delicious meal, my love," he announced pompously, standing up so the screeching chair made him wince.

"But first, I need to hear three words from you," he then added, cupping his ear expectantly.

"I want food."

Harry frowned and nudged me with his foot.

"Come on, you know I didn't mean that," he pouted. There was a lot of pouting going on, but I loved teasing him. I sighed dramatically.

"Okay."

He brightened up immediately and I couldn't stop myself from comparing him to an excited puppy with long hair.

"I."

"Love."

He grinned in anticipation, waiting for the next word.

"Food."

"I give up, let me just make that food," he sighed, shaking his head at me. I laughed as he shuffled towards the cupboards, acting like he had been hurt in the worst way ever.

"The pans are in the drawers at your feet, sweetie," I giggled, watching him looking for the in a cupboard. He bent down, opened the drawer and retrieved a shiny pan from it, looking joyous. That dork. Then he straightened up again, forgot the cupboard he hadn't closed and banged his head into the cupboard door.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" I asked, rushing to him immediately. I decided to drop the stuck-up act, the hit had been pretty hard from what I had seen.

"Yes, of course, you just go and sit down again, I'm fine," he scolded, ushering me back to my chair. He sounded like a mother hen.

"Bad cupboard," he then muttered, closing the door before he could hit his head again. This looked like it was going well.

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Here ya go, chapter 23, it's a bit of a filler but I can promise some cute stuff next chapter. At least I think its cute. Yeah.

~ ButUrNot1D_x

P.S. The song's called I'm sorry for all the stupid things I've done by Babyface. I think. Something like that at least.

P.P.S. Has Movellas been updated or something? Because something seems different. I just can't quite put my finger on what.

P.P.P.S. I'm sorry if there are mistakes or typos in here, I didn't feel like reading through it again. Feel free to point them out if you see them. Wait, that's too late now anyway. Never mind.

P.P.P.P.S. Just for the sake of another one. 

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