Love Me [Harry Styles]

44.

"I need you right now, are you down to listen to me?"

Dani's POV

I woke up to the door creaking open. Still not fully myself, I looked around, reaching to cover over my eyes from the blinding sun that was creeping through the thin satin curtains.

I turned to my side, squeezing my eyes shut in disappointment to find the bed empty and cold.

"Mornin'," my disappointment quickly disappeared once my vision cleared. Messy greasy hair ruffled over his face, his sweats slung loose on his hips with his long sleeve sheerish black shirt. He had a sad smile on his face, holding a tray with what seemed to be two plates, two glasses of orange juice nearly spilling over the rim, and a single white rose beside it.

"Hi," my voice barely came out as a whisper, still extremely deep and hoarse from just waking up. How lovely.

"Hungry?" He asked, setting the tray cautiously on the bed before sliding in next to me. My back hit the headboard as I rested against it, a lazy yet shy smile on my face as he removed the pillow he once was using, scooting closer to me. He took a hold of the sheets, bringing them over the both of our laps before setting the tray in between us.

"Yes, thanks," I finally spoke, my voice returning to it's normal annoying pitch. I leaned up to kiss his cheek in gratitude, but was quickly caught off guard as he turned his face just in time, our lips pressing against one another. He smiled into the kiss, softly taking in my bottom lip and sucking on it before he teasingly sunk his teeth onto the delicate skin, pulling away softly.

"Sorry, I know you're still mad. Didn't kiss me goodnight and I kinda missed 'em," he whispered, outlining my lips with the tip of his finger.

"It's okay," I hummed, shutting my eyes at his touch.

"Can we talk now?"

I felt shivers run down my spine as I remembered what I'd been told last night.

"Why can't you be honest with me?" I asked right off the bat, letting the words out before really thinking twice.

"What do ya mean?"

"It's like," I took a deep breath, analyzing my words in my mind, "I keep finding things out about you, and it's getting really old."

His eyebrows protruded downwards, an evident frown growing on his face.

"What do you mean, though, Dani? What are people telling you, you can't just be believing everything you read, you-"

"Why didn't you tell me you've been with Jessica." I turned away from his gaze, feeling my heart sink. I didn't want to spend our last few days like this.

His eyes widened as his lips tightened into a thin line.

"Dani,"

"See? You can't even fucking own up to it!" My tone becoming louder as I stood up from the bed, crossing my arms as I watched him furiously.

"Dani," he said as he made his way off the bed, taking dangerously slow steps towards me - as if he didn't want to push his limits.

"Explain it then, Harry! Every time I meet new people you know, you've either had them in you or you talk shit about me to them. What the fuck do you want from me?" I yelled, letting my anger and rage get the best of me.

"I- you know I've been with my fair share of girls. But they're in the past, I didn't think-"

"Oh, you didn't think it was important to tell me you were bringing me to your ex's house for a few drinks?"

"She's not my ex."

"Like that makes a difference."

"Listen to me, Dani, please, just hear me out," he pleaded, grabbing my hand. I didn't react, nor did I pull away. Something I had to work on when I was mad at him, for sure.

"I- I dunno where to begin," he admitted, frustrated. I almost scoffed at his confession, but decided not to, thinking about what he could possibly tell me.

"They're all flings, really. Some for press, some for the pure fun of it. But they don't mean anythin' to me at all, Dani, honest. It's you who I want, it's you who I'm constantly thinking about. They shouldn't matter and I know- I know I didn't tell you and I should've, I'm sorry, baby,"

And with those simple, vague words, I broke.

I dropped to my knees, bringing him with me as he was still holding onto my hand. I thought about how much he genuinely did show that he cared for me, and that I wouldn't be seeing him every single day anymore. Not waking up next to him, kissing him whenever I want, teasing him during serious meetings, it ached. He had no idea, which made it all worse. How am I supposed to let go when I think I...

"Baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he repeated, one of his hands holding mine, the other holding me tightly on his lap, rubbing soothingly against my hip.

"No, no, Harry I should know better, this is you, you're a rockstar, you- this is what you're used to."

"You're wrong. That's who I was. You are my present, my future, my everything. I tell you time and time again, I only want you. Promise, no more secrets, promise, just don't leave, yeah?"

His words resulted in a pang of pain shooting through my chest, don't leave.

Finally, my hands and body reacted. I interlocked our fingers together, bringing the back of palm to my lips and peppering kisses on all over it.

"You believe me, right D?"

"Yes, yes Harry, of course," I sobbed, wrapping my arms around his neck and bringing him as close as possible. There was no doubt I wanted to know more about him and wanted more of an explanation, but at this point, my vulnerability was too visible. All I wanted was nothing more than to be in his arms, since we would be parted from one another sooner than later.

Shit, it's Thursday.