fight for control ↠ harry styles [b1] ✓

CHAPTER 53

a.n. // before i let u read this chapter please read this lol . so about the last chapter. i understand everyone's frustration with renleigh and the way she reacted to what happened. but please take a second and understand where she is coming from and why she is so reluctant to let harry close to her, why she reacted this way. i know some of you said she's being annoying and that kind of bothered me although i understood. but still on the other hand, harry did go against her wishes (after she begged him not to do anything) even though his intentions were pure. they lack the communication that they need in order to fully understand each other but in the upcoming chapters it will be further explored. yes this means they will fight more and their journey won't be easy. i'm trying to make it as real life like as possible therefore i can't just make her change from one chapter to the other. they are also very different people so it takes time. everything does. wow this is a bit deep but i just hope that if you will ever reread this story or just the last few chapters you will see how hard it is for renleigh to deal with her emotions and communicate them and therefore maybe see that to her that was a normal reaction in order to defend herself. i'm not saying it was right for her or harry to say those things but it happens. people hurt each other. they learn from it and grow. well that's all lol didn't think i'd have to explain but hey ho! thank you for reading it x

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Harry Styles

I never usually watched television if I had time off, I much more preferred to spend it with family and friends or perhaps on a beach with a couple of drinks. Speaking of which, I haven't exactly been away for my own sanity in quite a while and the possibility of my private jet's motors dusting up, worried me. I knew that had to be changed as soon as and considering the situation I had with Kensington, it really was overdue for me to get the fuck out of the country for a bit.

It had been over two hours since we last spoke. The show I watched, thankfully took my mind off of everything that happened therefore the only noise I heard, were the actors talking. The party which we ditched quite abruptly was most likely still going and would be on for some more time. Seeing as I was pretty much destined to the couch in the living room, there were not many other places I could have gone until it got to me that I could so easily leave.

I wasn't wanted here for any longer.

I came here because I was asked and that was nice and all, but my presence was no longer required. The past events of today were still fresh on my mind, the funk we were in was too frustrating to deal with and leaving seemed like the best way to begin to process it.

So, as soon as I called for a car to come and get me, it seemed like a wise idea to go upstairs and collect my shit, ready to leave in about an hour.

Once I made it upstairs, I knocked on the bedroom door and waited for the signal to enter. Obviously, I knew she would not let me in at first, which was why I decided to bang on the door until she got fed up and allowed me inside.

We didn't say a word as I walked in. Went right over to my bag – and grabbed a few pieces of my clothing in the process – and folded my things into it. I looked around to make sure there was nothing of mine left, then zipped up the bag and with a sigh, I walked right out. I still had my toothbrush and that in the bathroom which I needed to pack away, although this time around, I had company following me.

"Just because you're sleeping in another room, doesn't mean you can't leave your clothes in mine," she commented as she forced the conversation. It was clear to me that it pained her to talk to me but that was because she was terribly stubborn. I was, too, which was why I said nothing to her. "So, you're not going to talk to me?" she scoffed. "Wow, real mature."