Harry Styles
"Cleo, baby. Please, listen to me." I whispered, practically begging. "Let's go clean you up."
She was just staring at the wall, her wide blue eyes seemed so light as the tears streamed down her face, but she showed no emotion whatsoever. Her expression was blank and she looked so numb that I was worried.
I knew this feeling too well... it was one of the most common consequences of being impulsive, but in her case, it added up to the countless bottled up emotions she was pretending to keep controlled.
She was the most affected by all this situation and nobody had to magically handle this on their own, she had all the right to snap and lose control... sometimes life was simply too much and it was okay to lose it.
But fuck, I did not expect her to do that at all.
She probably underestimated the rage inside her, but she seemed empty now. Her feelings simply burst and I had no idea what to do, I was desperate.
My brain could only focus on her at the moment.
I didn't care about the body in my garage, how fucked we probably were, or the things we just found out. She was my priority at the moment.
She needed me.
I cupped her cheeks and tried to look into her eyes, but she closed them as she bit her lower lip so hard that she was about to break the skin. I brushed my thumb over her lips and she instantly flinched away, her shoulders trembling slightly with her soft sobs.
This hurt me... seeing her so fucking lost and detached from everything else, losing complete control of herself and her emotions... I just wanted to make her feel okay again.
Cleo didn't deserve this, she had been through enough and she was so fucking strong, it would always be a shock to watch her break. Whenever she cried before going to bed would always remind me she was the furthest from fine, and now I knew just how serious this was.
Violence was usually the most common way of lashing out, it was the rawest emotion... besides another one I was starting to get acquainted with lately.
There were a lot of similarities between rage and love, one of them is not being able to control either. You simply felt it and it was almost like you were a slave to your own brain, unable to do anything about it.
"Baby, let's go clean you up, okay?" I whispered, carefully snaking my arm under her knees while I placed my hand on her back, doing my best to lift her from the floor as slowly as I could.
Cleo didn't move or say anything, she kept her eyes closed as she cried and I easily carried her out of the garage.
Zayn was in the living room, standing in front of the crime board on my window, and his eyes instantly turned to me the moment I walked into the house. He looked very fucking confused and I hoped he wouldn't walk into the garage, even he would be scared of what was waiting for him in there.
I just shook my head, hoping it was enough to keep him away from me as I headed towards the hallway, making my way to the bathroom.
We were both covered in blood and I knew I was making a mess by leaving a trail behind as I walked, but I couldn't care less at the moment.
After struggling to open the door without letting go of Cleo, I pushed it open and turned on the lights, stepping into the large bathroom and deciding to place her on the edge of the tub, holding her still until she could sit on her own.
Her body was almost limp, her eyes were still closed as she sat down, but I was glad to see she was still conscious, even if a little. She was probably lost in her thoughts, the only thing I had to compare this to was when my fear would take over and I would simply be sucked into this void where I had no control over anything or myself.
