Parachute | Harry Styles Short Story

My Baby Part 2!

Your comments in the previous chapter saved me, keep that energy, I love you so much. BSL -Bold.

Harry is a useless drunk. A not so silent useless drunk.

Blue steps out of the bathroom in their guest cottage and nearly jumps out of her skin when she sees the main door opened down. Harry is standing there in silence with his tired eyes struggling to stay open as he frowns at the woman standing at the door with her palm spread open, showing him something in her palm.

"Can you see it? Can you see what I'm holding, dear?"

Harry simply looks away, knuckling at his now sleep heavy eyelids and not understanding what the hell is happening right now.

This is their third night in the guest cottage they scored for their getaway in Bath and on the plus side they get a lot of privacy that comes with a stunning view. The weather is strangely beautiful and works very well for them. It's been a way to slowly bring them out of their shells.

This morning, Blue sent out an email to their loved ones explaining their loss and she knows they're returning to an attack of love when they go home. Wearing nothing but her bikini bra, she flinches at Harry leaving the door wide open and grabs her robe.

Once she throws it in on, she rushes to the door and realises this might be the funniest situation in their trip.

The woman exhales in relief when Blue joins and she realises that the woman is holding Harry's hearing aids. He lazily blinks and makes an incoherent sound, pointing at her like she's an intruder.

"Hi!" Blue calls out, worried.

"I found this after your round of drinks at the bar," the woman raises an eyebrow.

"I didn't even drink so don't give me that look," Blue giggles.

"Well, someone drank the bar down and left this," she raises her palm.

"Thank you so much. He fortunately cannot participate in this conversation," Blue fights her laugh.

"Dear lord, I can tell but he has the spirit of trying, I'll give him that," the woman shakes her head with a smile.

"I didn't get your name downstairs," Blue points out, collecting the hearing aids.

"Cordellia," the woman replies.

"Thank you so much, we'll see you in the morning," Blue chuckles.

Cordellia, the manager, has clearly seen a lot of young men get sloshed and act several versions of fools. This brand of a curly haired deaf drunk was probably the most endearing she was forced to deal with as part of her job.

After leading him up the stairs and sending him back up to his room whenever he returned like he was on some chaotic mission, she managed to convince him that the wall wasn't crawling (or whatever his signing meant to her). That's if she got his gestures correctly and probably didn't tell him the wrong thing.

Blue hurriedly shuts the door and ensures it's properly locked this time around because this man clearly has places to go in his drunken state.

This is not the first time he's been a pissy drunk, so they have their physical cues that'll help him know when he's being spoken to. Blue calmly places the hearing aids on the bedside table and returns to lead Harry to their bed. She stands before him and chuckles at how much he's locked in his own world right now.

Right there, his features are even more pronounced and he looks more beautiful than she has ever seen. Even with his body being more toned from his new workout sessions, there's something extra soft about him being in such a vulnerable state. The way his curls lazily hang down his forehead and his lips pucker out even more after downing several shots and drinks that no man should attempt.