Bereft (h.s)

37. Won't get tired.

Chapter 37

Harry's Pov.

"I love you Alycia." I said into the hug and I swear I felt her body go limp in my arms.

She's never been open about her family. Ever. That one night when she told me her mom passed was the first time I ever even heard about her parents.

Now, here she is telling me details and now she has something to remind her of her mom. I didn't even know that when I bought the camera, obviously.

Hearing her talk about all of it and seeing her get emotional just made the words that I've already wanted to say for a while, come out.

I couldn't help it.

I love her. I love the absolute fuck out of her. I will do anything in the world to make sure nothing happens to her. That she isn't left with the same unfortunate fate that her mother was.

I don't know what happened to her but regardless, I know she died before she should've. I don't want that to happen to Alycia and I never talk about it in depth with her but I worry about that. I worry Dylan will do something crazy.

I don't sleep when she's not with me. I mean, no sleep. I don't get any sleep because 'm constantly trying to keep myself busy until I can wake up and call her. I sound pathetic but if something were to happen to her, I don't know how I'd cope with that. Because I knew what was going on and didn't do anything.

I know it's not my place to do anything but I want to. I want to make sure this Dylan fucker leaves her the fuck alone. If I ever see him, I know all rationality will go out the window. I hate him and he'll surely know that with my actions if I ever see him.

She is not his.

I know I like to hear her say she's mine, in a sexual and non sexual way but I know she isn't actually mine. She's not an object to be possessed and I've had that conversation with her. To make sure she knows when I say that, I don't mean it in a disrespectful way. She only belongs to herself in reality.

But as long as she doesn't mind me saying it to her, she's mine too and sometimes I like to hear her say say it.

Dylan however, he really thinks she's his. He won't let her go. He has hurt her, he has stalked her, he has invaded her privacy, he has lied to her and the list goes on and on.

He never fucking deserved her and I hate I didn't meet her earlier to keep her from ever having to go through all of this with him.

I felt her hands cup my face and it snapped me out of my thoughts.

Oh fuck, I just told her I love her.

"I love you more." She whispered and my heart fell to my ass in shock.

I genuinely wasn't expecting for her to say it back. Yet here she is, telling me she loves me more.

"Not fucking possible little one." I said before crashing my lips on hers and pushing the bottom of her back so she was pressed against me.

Her perfect and plump lips moved against mine in the way that always drives me insane. She hummed into the kiss before pulling away.

I pecked her lips once more before pulling away and she smiled.

"I almost told you last night if i'm being honest. Uhm but it was after we had sex and I was like no he's gonna think i'm clingy or something. I mean, not clingy but you know what I mean? Like wow, we have sex and suddenly i'm in lo-" She started ranting before I interrupted her. "Stop." I said with knitted brows.