~* Bad decisions make great stories *~
A Harry Styles dark romance that explores the intricacies of mental health, morality and sexual attraction. Enter a world of sin, opulence and crime.
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It started and ended with the wind.
She was a hurrican...
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Three days.
Three long days of observing Addy and enduring her nervous silence.
Seventy-two hours of trying to demonstrate to her with my actions that she has absolutely no reason to fear me; success is yet to be determined.
She has spent most of her time in Harry's room watching tv, reading or sleeping while I've sat quietly on the new double recliner Harry had delivered three days ago - the old lounge discarded on the curb at his vehement insistance. The man quite suddenly, and inexplicably, developed an irrational amount of rage towards the piece of furniture.
Then again, he's always had strange and misdirected ways of venting his frustrations.
My interactions with Addy have been nominal and limited to the bare minimum needed for me to help her in her daily necessities. Today I plan on attempting to break the ice - it's becoming increasingly apparent that she is going to be staying for the long haul if Harry has any say in the matter; he seems remarkably intent on keeping her around.
A twist I did not see coming.
Although I can see how the budding relationship could benefit the both of them; or as Matt says, I 'ship' them. At this rate I'm definitely losing the bet I stupidly gambled on - serves me right for being careless enough to bet against Matt. The man has to be the luckiest bastard I've ever met.
Playing poker with Matt and Harry last night, and losing badly, actually inspired the plan I'm about to implement with Addy. A simple game of Snap - no talking needed to play the basic card game. Hopefully it will give me the opening I need to coax her out of her shell. We're going to be spending a lot of time together; my current role in her life will never work if she doesn't trust me.
After setting up a comfortable playing space in the living room and getting a fire going to take the chill from the air, I take a deep breath and head to Harry's bedroom to persuade Addy to join me. Not that I truly believe it will be hard, the poor girl clearly has a problem saying 'no' to anyone. It's not difficult to identify the behaviour as a self-preservation tactic. I saw it all the time in Domestic Abuse cases.
Before entering the room I roll my shoulders in an attempt to relieve tension. The last thing Addy needs is to misinterpret my anger.
She's skittish. Like an injured animal desperate for help and a kind touch, but equally terrified of more abuse.
