Found Love

Seven.

Authors note: so I'm actually very fond of how the story is coming along. It has a lot left so it won't be ending anytime soon. There is a theme song for the book! It's called Alive by Gabrielle Aplin. Love you guys!

Chapter song: Certain things by James Arthur.
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Harrys POV
Sun. It almost hurt to open my eyes but I opened them. They burned, it wasn't the immense amount of sunlight in the though. I remember what happened last night, I feel awful. I should have been the one comforting her when she was crying, I should have been strong for her. I don't want her to think I'm to consumed in being sad for her rather than actually being there for her. I just broke though, knowing what happened in her life. She didn't deserve it, she doesn't deserve anything bad in life. I looked over at her, cheeks stained with tear streaks from her minimal makeup. I looked down at our bodies, her petite structure covered in my white shirt and the thin cloth from the bed sheet. Our bodies pieced together like perfect puzzle pieces. She was utterly beautiful, her dark blonde hair pulled back from her face, the way her nose would crinkle in her dreams. Her eyes, oh god her eyes, they would change from blue to green and they always had little brown specks in them. Her lips, the perfect pink lips that sat on her face. Her skin, had no marks or blemishes except some scars. Her eyebrows and the way they furrow when she's thinking or upset. Her hands, they were so small compared to mine. She was just meant to be with me, we fit.

I had eventually drifted back to sleep with my favorite person in my mind. She woke me up stirring in her sleep.. she seemed as if she was in some sort of distress. Before I knew, Nicole was writhing in my arms and screaming bloody murder. I was frozen when I heard a rumble of feet clumping to the floor close to my room. Niall and Zayn were the first there, I shooed them off with my hand and diverted my attention back to my hurt girlfriend.

"Baby, shh." I cooed. She continued to flail her arms everywhere.

"Nicole, wake up babe." I touched her cheek and she immediately calmed down. She was burning up, probably from the morning sickness that had yet to wake her. I looked at her face and she fluttered her eyes open and stared back at me with bluish-green teary irises. Her cries didn't soften when she awoke. Seeing her like this is so upsetting.

"It was a dream, you're safe. Everything will be okay." I told her and brought her small fragile frame to mine. I held her, as she screamed and punched me.

"ITS NOT OKAY HARRY, IT HAPPENED AND I DIDNT STOP IT. MY DAD IS DEAD BECAUSE I DID NOTHING." She screamed from the top of her lungs.

"It should have been me. Why am I not dead. It's not fair Harry he didn't deserve it. I do" she sobbed breathless.

"Don't say that, baby. You couldn't have done anything to stop it. I know you hurt but you can't say you deserve it." I soothed.

"You don't understand, I can't do this." She looked at me with pleading eyes.

"Yes you can, for this" I said, resting my hand on her stomach. She put her small one over mine.

"I just miss him more than ever." She said, her voice muffled by her mouth meeting the cloth of the bed sheet covering my chest.

"I know.. I know" I softly said. I just kissed her head and listened to the small sniffles of her as she cried against my heart which made it break more.

"I have a question." I said. She nodded signaling I could ask.

"Where is he Buried?" I whisper.

"A cemetery in Sydney, Australia where is used to live." She murmured. I nodded and thought while she still continue to cry. By now I could feel the tears coming through the sheet and onto my bare chest. It was soaked, I didn't care though she needed to cry.