Underneath / H.S / AU

"I'm broken and all of the pieces of me are scattered. I think you're the only one who can find them and put them back together. And I can do the same for you."

I could see the pain I was causing her but I couldn't help it. If it escalates farther I know that I will ruin her like I do everything else.
If only she could see the tortured man who was terrified of losing her buried underneath the hardened exterior.
Maybe then she would love me.


13. // t h i r t e e e n //


One Direction as themselves

Cara Delevingne as Noelle Wynters

Madelaine Petsch as Aubrey Bordeaux 

Dylan Sprayberry as Jaxon Wynters

Lilly Collins as Camilla "Millie" Hinton


         I’m awoken by the blaring siren-like alarm that Harry set the night before. He quickly hits the snooze button and I assume that he doesn’t catch me stirring because he resumes his previous position of his arm around my waist. As my eyelids flutter open sleepily, I glimpse at his snake tattoo and begin to trace it with my fingers. This sensation startles Harry and he rolls over, removing me from his hold.


            I sit up at last and neatly tie my mussed hair into a low ponytail. As I glance into the mirror across the end of the bed, I see that it has turned entirely stick straight, last night’s hairspray had lost its effect. My mascara was still pretty intact though so thankfully I won’t have to show up to my lecture looking like a raccoon. I realize that I must have slept through the first alarm when the blinding red ‘9;45 A.M.’ reads clear on his wall clock.


            “Shit!” I curse out loud and jump out of my spot. Harry seems disturbed from my screech as he uses the pillow to cover his face. I search the floor, finding my racy dress and groan. I’m going to have to wear this to class. Sighing loudly, I quickly pull it over my head and scramble to find my shoes.


            “Do you have to go?" Harry's muffled words escape from under his pillow.


            “Yes, I can’t miss class this close to finals!” I yell out the moment I locate my shoes. My vision is slightly blurred each time I blink since I slept in my contacts last night. I make a mental note to remember to change them the second I get back to my flat later.


            I rush over to Harry's side of the bed to pull him up. I throw the pillow off of him to uncover his face and I have to take a step back to stop myself from impulsively tackling him. He’s barely even awake and he looks absolutely flawless. The way the white down comforter covered just below his torso accentuated the lines of his muscle was breathtaking. His body is so defined and perfectly sculpted, I didn’t know a single man could possess such allure. His attractiveness was like a curse to me, drawing me in and forcing me to stare.


            “Are you sure?” He must have caught me sizing him up as his dimples indent revealing his half smile.


            “Yes, come on! I don’t even have time to stop at my apartment anymore,” I reach out for his arm and attempt to move him.


            “Wait so, you're wearing that to class?” I nod as he complies and stands up. He shakes his head and says, “Absolutely not.”


            Confused as to why he cares what ensemble I show up to my lecture in, I open my mouth to judge it. Before I can even address this, he’s throwing a white t-shirt to me from behind. Rummaging around the drawer some more, he pulls out a black Versace jumper and quickly puts it over his head. As I gesture down to the shirt that he’s given me to wear, I notice that there’s minimalistic drawings of female hands scattered all over it, some of them holding cigarettes between their fingers.


            I hold it up to him. “Seriously?”


            “Would you rather show up to University looking like a call girl?”  He makes a good point. “Give me a second, I’ll get you a pair of pants.”


            Before I can protest that there’s no way in hell his pants are going to fit me, he’s exiting the bedroom. He’s back in less than a minute and throws a pair of light blue jeans my way. As I wiggle into them, I notice the size “1” on the tag and the design of the denim. Once they’re snugly fitted to my legs, I realize that this has to be a pair of women pants. But why would Harry have these here? Does he just keep an extra room full of women clothing to give to his one night stands for situations like this?


            “I'm going to need those back,” he says, providing me with confirmation of my suspicions. Harry Styles is definitely not a one-woman man, but probably a five-woman man.


            I nod. “Let’s go.”


            Harry assisted me in the limo as we rode to the campus. The air was filled with an awkward silence the whole way there. Thankfully I had a quiz in endocrinology today so I was too busy going over the functions of the pituitary gland in my head to ask Harry all of the burning questions that circulated my subconscious.


            When the car came to an abrupt stop I practically jolted out of my seat, ready to get the hell away from him and forget last night’s events. I started fumbling with the door handle to let myself out when Harry yelled, “Wait!”


            I saw that he had a script in his hands. “Promise me that you will at least read it.”


            I shake my head. Even though summer vacation is coming up and I will have the time, I don't think there’s any possible way that I could work with him. After just being with him for only the second night, I can feel myself beginning to become attached. His extraordinary good looks, mysterious attitude, and persistence is drawing me in too quickly. If I make a commitment to be by his side nearly every day for this movie role, it would be too much. I could already imagine what would happen between us and in all scenarios, it leads to the same ending like it usually does. I’m a crying mess on my bathroom floor, unable to do anything other than replay all of our good times together on a loop in my memory. It has to be different this time. I have to keep my head on straight and graduate St. George's with my medical license.


            Before walking away from Harry for what I hope will be the last time, I say, “Thanks for the ride.” 



Sorry for the massive update delay, college is super hard. Hope you enjoyed anyway. :)xx

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