Restless [Reckless Sequel] || Harry Styles AU (DISCONTINUED)

15: progress and regress

"Hey." His voice was gravely and cautious.

"How'd you get a key?" I winced at how my voice sounded. It was almost as deep as his was.

"I–uh–stole one last time I was here." He turned his head to the door, then back to me. "I was gonna see if you'd answer the door, but then..." he trailed off, then raised the hand that held the key card.

I sat up more in the bed and crossed my legs underneath the covers. My head rested back against the cushioned headboard.

"Anyways, I brought food." He lifted both of his hands and walked quietly over to the coffee table and couch near the window to my right.

He placed the bars down on the table, but kept the parfait and water in his hand.

The thought of food made my stomach churn.

He strode over to the foot of my bed and sat down. I watched his eyes scan my face.

"I'm not hungry."

His face showed no response. He was expecting that answer.

He held the cup of yogurt out to me. "It's just a parfait, Jessy. It's light. It won't hurt your stomach."

I didn't reach for it. I just looked at him.

"Come on. You're skin and bones, Jessy. Humor me."

I ran my hands over my face. "No, Harry, I really can't. I'm not hungry."

"Just this. That's all I'm asking. Just a couple bites. Please."

Ugh.

I reached over and grabbed the yogurt and spoon from his hands, rolling my eyes in the process.

He watched me eat a spoonful, a content smile playing on his lips.

I took two more bites, then put the cup on the nightstand. "Happy?"

His smile grew a fraction. "Yes."

We sat in silence a little while longer. Eventually, I spoke up again. "Are you gonna go?"

"If you'd like me to."

I couldn't decide if I wanted to be alone, or if I wanted Harry here.

After a minute or two, Harry chose for me. "I'll come back tomorrow morning?" He stood up and took one of the granola bars from the table. He dropped it beside the yogurt cup on the nightstand.

"Finish these by tomorrow, please, yeah?"

My eyes followed him as he left the room, the automatic click of the door echoing in my ears, letting me know that he wasn't here anymore.

That was when I realized I didn't want him to go. I wanted him to stay.

"You're thinking hard."