Life in the middle-Harry Styles Fanfic AU COMPLETED

Chapter 26

I wake the next morning and forget where I am for a moment. I've managed to crush most of the printed pictures of Harry. The very thought of him makes me ache. This feeling I have isn't new to me, I believe I've been attached to and in love to someone else before but these feeling are a lot more intense. He understands me, he knows I don't wake up in the morning and decide to be Depressed or I don't leave the house because I'm lazy, it's because I'm depressed.

In love? Am I in love? Could it have happened so fast I didn't realise? Or is it just hitting me now?
You know that feeling when you can't think of anything else, anyone else, and those thoughts and feelings consume you. Harry is consuming me and I can't have him near. But that was my choice, one to protect him.
I don't realise the door is buzzing until I've heard it a few times. Who would be here so earlier, it's 7:15am. If it's my Mother I'll be a complete mess and she'll just judge me.
I pull myself out of the room and go to answer my intercom.
"Yep" short and sweet.
"Echo" my heart races immediately. Harry is here but why so early? Could something be wrong with Gemma? Why else would he be here this earlier?
"Please let me up" he pleads. His voice is low and choked up. It must be Gemma. I press the door lock and go the kitchen to start the coffee machine. I pull my messy hair into a messy pony tail. I don't even want to look at myself right now.
I here a gentle knock on my door, I step back and take a deep breath before I open the door.
Harry. Why does he look tired and disheveled? His eyes red rimmed and blood shot.
"Is everything ok with Gemma Harry?" I ask urgently. He gives me a small half hearted smile. What has happened to this beautiful man, so lively and happy?
"Gemma is fine Echo, she's ok" he clarifies for me and I let a breath out I didn't know I was keeping in. He is still in the door way, staring into my eyes.
He's hypnotic stare has me in a trance. I forget about pushing him away last night and why I did.
"Come in" I move out of the way and let him in. He walks in shoulder slouched and hands in his winter coat pockets.
I walk towards the kitchen and he follows.
"Coffee ?" I ask, and he nods slightly. I fill a mug for him and myself. I hand him the mug and take a sip of mine. He tilts his head and looks at me questionably.
"What?" I ask shortly.
"Your wearing my shirt, aren't you? Why would you do that? You palm me off, ignore me totally but your wearing my shirt? I really don't understand why?" Whoa that was a lot to take in.
"I was tired and it was the first thing I grabbed, no big deal. You can have it back if you like? I scrawl at him. I lie to him and myself.
"Echo you must understand how confusing you are being? You think that in a matter of hours you could go from being will me all day, make love with me and then you brush me off? I didn't think that would be you, I really didn't" he answers his voice breaking and I look at his eyes, they are more glossier then a few moments before.
I realise he has been crying and probably the lack of sleep is making his voice come out slow and thick.
"Harry, I just can't deal with this right now, I didn't answer your text because I don't believe I have to, you don't owe me anything and I don't think I do either" I try not looking in to his eyes, it hurts my chest to look at him.
"You don't think you have to? Why would you think you wouldn't have to?" He walks a few steps towards me but I'm frozen in place.
"It's complicated Harry, I mean I don't know what to say and sometimes I think some things are better off left unsaid" I can't believe I just said that. He is just an arm length away and I sip on my coffee to give me a out for talking.
"You don't get to say goodbye to me without a reason, it's not happening" he says and pulls his arms around my waist pulling him towards me, I place my mug down. He uses his hand to turn my face towards his, only inches away.
"Tell me you don't want me to hold you? Tell me you don't want to be this close to me? Tell me you don't want me to take you right and make love to you? Tell me Echo" he pleads.

Before I can answer his lips are in mine, and his tongue is trying to find a way into my mouth. I open my mouth and he kisses me so desperately. He pulls himself closer to me as close as we can get.
"Tell me Echo" he breaths into my ear while licking and sucking along my jaw.

I feel him grow against my leg and my body responds on its own like my mind has no say on the matter. I start walking backwards into the spare room but I immediately stop, remembering the scattered pictures. He stops kissing me for a moment while he takes in the whole bed and pictures. He pulls away from me and rakes his hands over his hair, like he's going to pull his hair out in frustration.

He drops his hands to his sides, and hunches his shoulders.
I sigh and slow my breathing down. What happened, why can't I control myself around him?

"You tell me you don't owe me an explanation for your behaviour yesterday but you do now, you fuck me off and then sleep in the bed we made love in and surround yourself with pictures of me? Tell me honestly, what do you want from me because I can be yours, your everything but I refuse to be your middle." He voice has raised a lot since he spoke to me.
I don't feel threatened by it, I don't think he was going for that, I think he just needs an answer like any normal person would, even a person like me. What if he treated me the same way? Would I curse, would I demand answers? I know I would and that's why I decide to give him his.