Twisted Life

I was still sitting in my room when received a text from Kristyn.
From Kristyn: Hey slut, me, Niall and Zayn are all going out to lunch, you in?
To: Kristyn: No, I feel like shit. Hung over I guess :(
From Kristyn: Bullshit, you don’t get hang overs. Get your lazy ass out of bed and come with us
To Kristyn: Ughh, but I feel like shit!
From Kristyn: Ugh! Bitch. Okay see you after!
I turned off my phone, turned back to my lap top and started scrolling through tumblr. I heard a knock on the door but figured it was just Paul coming to yell at me some more, so I ignored it. The knocking persisted; I sighed and went to open the door. Stopping to look in a mirror, wow I look like shit. I had make-up streamed down my face, my hair was all knotted and it looks like I’ve been crying. Pretty accurate. I didn’t bother to fix myself as I answered the door. I opened it to see Louis standing there.
“Oh hey love, what’s wrong??” Louis asked, taking in what I looked like. He stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him.
I opened my mouth to talk, but instead I burst out into tears. Louis immediately ran to me and engulfed me in a hug.
“Oh hey now, shhhh. It’s going to be okay. Calm down.” Louis said soothingly, stroking my hair. I tried to control my sobbing, embarrassed for my break down.
“I’m sorry,” I sniffled.
“It’s okay love, come sit down. You want to tell me about it?” He asked, leading me to the couch. I blurted out all about the events from last night to this morning. After I was finished he engulfed me in another hug.
“Well maybe you should try to talk to Paul about it love. Think about it from his point of view; yes he over reacted, but who wouldn’t in that situation? Deep down he knows that nothing happened; he just said those things out of anger. He has and always will love you. You know that.” I sighed, knowing what he said is true.
“Does that make me a bad daughter if I don’t want to be the first one to apologize?”
“Of course not! But you do need to talk to him at some point you know,”
“I know,”
We ended the conversation there; sitting in comfortable silence watching the television. If felt my eyes start to drop. Louis looked over and brought my head to his shoulder. I closed my eyes and drifted off into a much needed slumber.
I awoke to voices around me.
“Louis, what the hell?!” A deep voice asked. I recognized as Harry right away.
“Shhh, she’s still sleeping,” Louis whispered. I know it’s bad to eavesdrop, but I had to listen to this conversation.
“While she’s practically on your lap?” Harry hissed. I winced, imagining what this must look like.
“Wow calm down there tiger. Your jealousy is showing,” Kristyn piped up. I started to wonder how many people were in the room. I slowly opened my eyes, pretending to just wake up. I looked around the room to see all of the boys plus Kristyn were all there. I couldn’t help but blush; here they were, all watching me sleep. Oh God, I hope I wasn’t snoring, or drooling. I quickly sat up, avoiding eye contact with anyone.
“Oh hey you’re awake!” Zayn noticed.
“Morning,” I simply replied. I wonder who all knew about what happened, I thought to myself. I’m pretty sure Kristyn doesn’t, or she would have said something right away. I need to fill her in after.
Everyone started their own conversations and I couldn’t help but notice Niall and Kristyn talking again. Oh yeah, I defiantly need to talk to her later.
“Erm, hey Crissie, can I talk to you for a second?” Someone from behind me asked. I instantly recognized the voice and turned around to see a shy looking Harry there.
“Sure,” I said with a smile. I hope Paul isn’t mad at him for anything.
We entered my bedroom and I barely had time to close the door behind us before Harry blurted out, “Look I’m so sorry for what happened earlier.” I stared at him, gobsmacked.
“It’s not your fault Harry. You didn’t force him to say those things. God he didn’t even bother to ask what really happened,” Harry just shook his head.
“Still, I’m sorry. I stayed back to talk to Paul after you ran off. It took a bit of convincing for him to listen to me, but I eventually told him what really happened. He felt like shit about, and was going to talk to you about it but I told him you both needed time to calm down a bit.”
I took a moment to digest this information. Obviously I don’t forgive Paul, but at least he knows what really happened. Thank God Harry was there to explain it to him. Without thinking, I went up to Harry bringing him in for a hug. I felt his arms snake around my waist.
“Thank you,” I mumbled. I couldn’t help but notice how much I liked being wrapped in his embrace. Noticing we were still holding onto each other, I slowly stepped away trying to hide my ever growing blush.
“So we should head back, yeah?” I asked, starting to make my way to the door. Harry nodded and started to follow me.
I took about two steps before the room started to spin. Oh God, I thought to myself, feeling the migraine come on. I started getting migraines when I was about ten. Not normal, ‘oh my head really hurts’ more like ‘I can’t even see straight I have a hard time breathing’ headaches. I’ve have to take pills every day that are supposed to keep the migraines at bay. I started to curse myself for not taking the last night.
“Hey Crissie, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” I heard Harry shout. The loudness of his voice made me cringe.
“Yeah…” I trailed off, sinking to the ground. I started to get black dots in my vision. I put my head in between my legs, praying for the pain to subside. I felt an arm around my shoulders.
“My pills. On the … stand,” I managed to choke out. I felt him leave my side for a split second, only to feel glass of water press against my lips a second later. I and swallowed the water with the pill. I knew the pill would take about half an hour to kick in; I put my head in between my legs, waiting for the pain to be over.
“Hey love, talk to me. Are you okay?” I felt his hand rubbing circles on my back.
“Bad headaches.” I choked out. I felt arms snake behind my back and under the back of my knees before being lifted onto the bed. I noticed Harry leave the room and I started to panic, though I normally like to be left alone when I’m having my migraines, but the thought of him not being with me sent me into panic mode.
I closed my eyes, trying to relax. You would think I could get use to this amount of pain, seeing as it happens so often; but it feels like they keep getting worse every time.
I suddenly felt a hot cloth being pressed on my forehead. I opened my eyes to see a concerned looking Harry looking down at me. I grabbed his arm.
“Please don’t leave,” I whispered.
“Of course not. I’ll stay as long as you need.” He smiled at me. Again I closed my eyes, trying to block out the pain and before I knew it I started to drift off into peaceful sleep.
Harry’s Point of view
Seeing Crissie collapse like that had to be one of the scariest things I’ve ever seen. She was fine one second, then down the next. I ran out to the living area after putting her in bed, so that I could tell the others what’s going on. I knew Kristyn would know what was wrong so I asked her and she told me about the headaches. My heart dropped, I can’t believe she has to go through that pain all of the time.
I went back into the room so see her curled up into a little ball. My heart shattered; I hate seeing her in pain when there’s nothing I can do about it. I went up beside her and put the wet cloth on her forehead. She opened her eyes to look back up at me.
“Please don’t leave?” I felt warmth grow inside my stomach.
“Of course not, I’ll stay as long as you need,” I relied. She closed her eyes and drifted off into sleep. I laid down beside her on the bed, pulling her closer and warping my arm around her. I imagined running my hands up and down her body, feeling every inch of her.
Wait no, she’s Paul’s daughter; I have to keep telling myself this. Right from the start Paul said no fooling around with her, and me and the lads wouldn’t disrespect him like that, no matter how much I want to. The same couldn’t be said for Louis though; if he didn’t have El I’m sure he would have tried to get with Crissie by now.
My thoughts were interrupted by Kristyn walking into the room.
“Hey we’re all going out to eat, you want to come? She’s sleeping and won’t wake up for a while; she won’t even notice you’re gone.” I looked down at Crissie, I told her I would stay, and I could just eat later.
“No it’s fine, I’m not really hungry.” I replied. She just gave me a knowing look.
“Whatever you say lover boy. See yeah!” She said as she left the room.
I looked down at her sleeping peacefully. Absentmindedly, I started to play with her hair; it felt so soft between my fingers. I started to feel her stir beside me and pulled my hand away, hopping she didn’t notice.
“Hey love, you feeling better?” I asked.
“Much, thanks!” She responded. She sat up and we both went out to the living area.
Crissie’s Point of View
“Where’d everyone go?” I asked, making myself comfortable on the couch.
“Oh they went out for supper, they should be back any minute now,” I looked at the clock, noticing it was almost eight.
“You weren’t hungry?”
“Nah, I didn’t want to leave you here alone.” I tried to hide my blush by looking down.
“Harry, you could have left if you were hungry!” I insisted.
“No, I’m not hungry. How are you feeling?”
“A lot better! Thanks for… helping me and all that.”
“No problem. Kristyn said those happen a lot; do you know why you get them?” He asked curiously.
“Uhm, not really. I usually get them at random times. Or when I wake up from a nightmare or something like that, but the doctor put me on mew medication so I don’t get them as often.”
“Oh I see. I was scared when you know, just collapsed,” He said awkwardly.
“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you. It probably just came from all the stress with Paul and everything that’s going on,” I was trying to put the Paul situation out of my head. I only had a few more days here, and I didn’t want it to end on bad terms. I’ll just go talk to him tomorrow morning.
“Oh yeah understandable. So are you hungry?” He asked. My stomach growled, speaking for me. Harry laughed.
“I’ll take that as a yes, so what do you want to eat? I’ll cook.”
“Oh just whatever, Mac and cheese sounds good,” Harry gave me an odd look.
“Here I am offering to cook you anything you want, and you want macaroni?” He laughed.
“Yeah! It’s the best! I never really eat home cooked food anyways,” I replied.
“Someday I’m going to cook you real home cooked meal, not this processed garbage you eat,”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” I laughed as he started to cook.
Just as he finished mixed the macaroni, Kristyn and the boys stumbled through the door. Kristyn and Zayn could barely walk already. I take it they had a few drinks when they went out for super. Harry and I just laughed at them.
“Hey guys, we’re going out to the clubs, you guys in?” Liam, the most sober one asked.
“I’m going to stay in for the night, but Harry will probably want to go,” I offered.
“Nah, I’m not really feeling up to it tonight. You guys go ahead,” Harry said. I gave him a strange look, he always wants to party.
“Whatever you say mate, don’t wait up!” Louis called.
“Be sure to make out with his face!” Kristyn yelled at us and they were leaving. I laughed at her in her drunken state.
“Well that was fun,” I laughed and grabbed a bowl for my supper.
“Yeah, I’m sure they’re going to have a great night that they’ll remember tomorrow morning,” Harry replied.
“Why didn’t you go with them?” I asked, curious as to why.
“Didn’t feel like it. Besides, hanging out with you is way more fun,” He winked at me. I tried to hide my blush.
“So what do you want to do tonight?” I asked, wondering if he had anything planned.
“I don’t know let’s just see how it goes,” So we did.
We stayed up talking about everything; our friends, family, everything. We just sat up and talked for about four hours. He is so easy to talk to, and I just feel so comfortable with him. I’ve never really been like this with anyone before, and I really liked it.
“Hey why don’t we watch a movie?” I suggested.
“Sure, what do you want to watch?” Harry asked, getting up to pick out a movie. He started going through the movies we had when one caught his eye.
“Scooby Doo?” He asked, laughing at me.
“What? I love Scooby Doo! Can we watch it please?” I begged. He just laughed at me them opened the DVD player.
“Okay, just for you,”
“Yay!” I yelled, jumping on the couch. Harry came down to sit beside me, bringing a blanket to lay over top of us.
I snuggled up beside him and rested my head on his shoulder. About half way through the movie I felt my eyes start to get heavy, I closed them, drifting off to sleep.