Save Me {A One Direction Fan-Fic}

Chapter Three

Hey ya'll!! I'm just going to go ahead and tell you. There're gonna do the dirty in this chapter..... I REALLY wasn't going to do this until close to the end, if at all. I'm just not that kind of person... so this was kind of hard for me. I DON'T BELIEVE IN SEX UNTIL AFTER MARRIAGE... But my best friend hasn't had a good past few days, and her weekend is going to be VERY stressful. I asked her what I could do, and she wanted me to write this for her. If it's gonna help, then I'm glad to do it. :D I love you girly! Harry is her favorite, and this is her favorite story of mine. So yeah. I don't go into ALL the details...just....no. Not happening. But for me this is pretty dirty. If you want, just skip this chapter and pretend it never happened that works for me. YOU CAN'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!! It's really short... sorry.

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Chapter Three

Harry's lips, pressed against mine, is the most amazing feeling I've ever experienced. I feel whole. I feel happy. But I know the feeling won't last. Good things never do with me.  I'll just go back to being depressed, and lonely. Because I know Harry doesn't really care about me. How could he? NO. He  just feels sorry for me. Yeah, that's it. In all honesty, who could love me? No one. That's who.

I'm unlovable, unwanted, worthless. The people at school have drilled that in my brain. And I know it's true. But kissing Harry right now, he makes me question if I really am worthless. If I really am unlovable. Our lips move in sync, perfectly formed together. He tastes like peppermint. I smile into the kiss and tangle my fingers in his curls. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, and his fingers slip up the bottom of my shirt, rubbing circles into my lower back.

We finally pull away, very much in need of air. Harry rests his forehead against mine, looking deep into my eyes.

"You don't deserve this. Please stop, you're to beautiful to do this to yourself." he begs, tears coming to his green orbs once again

. The fact he seems to care so much is the sweetest thing to me. The past few years have been filled with people who don't care at all. They could care less if I died.

I blew out a deep sigh, never breaking my gaze from his.

"Rylyn! Promise me you won't do this anymore." he insists.

I feel tears prick my eyes, finally looking away. "Harry, I want to promise you, but I don't think I can.... it's just so hard! I want to stop, but whenever something comes up...that's just how I let it all out." I whimpered a few salty tears slipping from my red rimmed eyes. He kisses my tears away, brushing his lips against my cheek.

"Then promise me you'll try." he pleads. I give him a nod and half smile and he re-connects his soft pink lips with mine.

Once again, we fit together like a puzzle piece. The way he holds me close to him, it just feels right. He runs his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for entrance, which I give him immediately.

We continue our intense snogging session, occasionally parting to breathe. Harry keeps whispering sweet, loving things in my ear, against my neck. Making me feel truly loved.

I mess with the end of his T-shirt, tugging it off when we break apart for some air. Running my fingers along his abs, I cause him to shiver.  His lips crash into mine, bringing the feeling of sparks with them. The whole time something is tugging at the back of my mind. He has me laid down on the bed, my shirt laying on the floor beside of his. When it hits me. I pull back and suck in a deep breath.

I'm falling in love with Harry Styles.

This isn't just some fling , for me anyway. I truly have feelings for this curly headed boy. I knew something was up these past few weeks. The way it make me feel being around him, but I always tried to brush it off. I just don't know how he really feels about me. And that's what scares me the most, getting my heart broken.

"Love what's wrong??" he questions, concern showing in his voice.

I whimper and look him in the eyes. "I don't want to get my heart broken."

Some emotion flashes across his face and he leans in, brushing his lips against mine.

"I would never even dream of breaking your heart Rylyn. You mean to much to me. I'm in to deep for that." he whispers into my hair.

And for some reason, I trust him. I'm tired of pulling away from everyone and keeping everything to myself. What have I got to loose anyway?

"I trust you." I state, pulling him closer and closing the gap between our lips. Running my fingers along the sides of his torso, as he fidgets with the waistband of my sweat pants.

He trails kisses along my jaw line, down to my collar bone, leaving a burning sensation wherever his lips meet my skin. Harry slightly nibbles at the base of my neck, giving me a love bite. I suppress a moan of pleasure.

Now my legs are wrapped around his waist. his hands under my bum, supporting my body. The kiss is now soft and passionate, yet that want is still there. That want for more.

We keep going, passionately sharing kisses, until we're both in our underwear.

"Are you sure about this?" he questions, hovering over me. I pause, thinking the situation through.

"Yeah. I am." I smile, loosing myself in his dazzling green orbs. Feeling sure with the decision I made. Putting all my trust in Harry.