Don't Let Me Go (CURRENTLY EDITING)

Chapter 26

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this chapter is for a certain reader who said my cliff hangers make her want to throw me off a cliff!! y'all are adorable

Harry's POV (bout time)

I knew right then, with the sunlight streaming itself into my eyes and the soft kind breeze blowing my mind to a place of peace, that I had to tell her.

Regardless of the threat of losing her once and for all, sadly even if  I'd recentry just gotten her back, I had to do it.

It wasn't my pride, or my sinful nature that carried me into our room on that blissful Saturday morning.

It wasn't my heart that sat me down on the edge of that cheap bed. It was all thanks to the pure and utter love that swirled within my entire being. It gave me the will to bring my eyes to her sleeping figure, consumed by the sheets.

My dramatic and over reactive  chain of thoughts sent a wave of nausea through me as I saw her, the irony sizzled within me. How the sheets she was so tightly clutching, we're like what she thought of me, my image to her.  The coverage that surrounded her from the sheets was to me, the complete blindness that had over taken her usually stiff, acute senses.

My eyes lingered on the slight opening between her plump lips. The shadows that were casted by her long untamable lashes, her messy yet undeniably gorgeous bed hair that warped itself around her and the pillow.

She deserved the truth. Even if it hurt her. I'd dragged her into this with cruel intentions and being the dolt I am, forgot the consequences. 

I ran a hand through my hair and finally stopped the torture on my heart and diverted my eyes from her sleeping figure.

No Harry, don't tell her, don't ruin it. She will forget about it. My subconscious piped up, the faulty last string of hope dangling in front of my face-teasing me.

I reached out my hand. And softly stroked her leg that was adjacent to me. Afraid to wake her I got up and left, leaving my pride with her. I was a coward. And I knew it.

I couldn't bring myself to finally tell her, I'd be doing this for the past week now. Pondering on the possibility of the truth but in the end surrendering to the selfishness that was Harry Styles.

To get my mind off of the current situation I decided to make breakfast for my girl. I smiled at my reference to her as mine. Which seemed to enlighten my mood, for now.

As quietly as a man in the kitchen could I retrieved the proper pan and the desired food. I noted to myself that Pip liked her eggs dry, so that's how I tried to prepare them.

Once done with my creation, stepping back to inspect it. A satisfied nod, and a tray later u was halfway to her room again.

There she laid, pure and golden as ever, black glasses fixated on her thin nose, eyes glued to a book. With the exposed sunlight casting a breathtaking glow around her.

My chest swelled, as out eyes met.

"I wondered what all that noise was, but honestly I was scared to go see." She chucked.

I ducked down and pressed chase kiss to her lips, and showed her a dimpled smile as she took in the breakfast.

"Harry, what is all this for?"

I shrugged my shoulders taking a seat next to her and wrapping my arms around her cuddling into her side.

"You didn't have to do this."