War Lips (Harry Styles A.U.)

Chapter 1

"I'm going to the war." Yes, the war. The trading outbreak of what Germans were doing to the Jews. The million little whispers of Uncle Sam wanting men in war. But why? We were only sending men to be killed even more.

What was the purpose of killing just to be murdered by the killed?

I had dreaded this exact moment from the beginning of World War 2. The propaganda was just candy for a child such as Harry. I moved my hands, guiding me to sit on a nearby chair.

"Why?" The works effortlessly left my ajar lips. The silence that followed just seemed to echo back at me my question. I finally sat down. The overwhelming need to just cry and beg him to forget what he had just said earlier was unbearable to me.

Yet, I bit my lip to not seem desperate.

"I want to defend your and my country. I can't let Hitler get away with the monstrous actions he already has. Much less of the rest he will continue to do!" The silence was back again. Loud, yet to quiet.

I hear his footsteps coming near me. The loud, sharp, crisps sounds of his shoes against the tile floor of our living room hurt. If he was to go to war, the annoying crisp, sharp sounds of his sites would not be heard by me. But by others.

Then his familiar large hands were cooing my knees. The way his rough, callused hands pressed the fabric of my skirt against my knees mad a tiny heartbeat skip.

"Harry," I couldn't trust my voice to not break. He rubbed my small palms with his thumb.

"This wasn't an easy decision for me either, Emma. I know what I'm doing. And I'm leaving my beautiful wife here, alone, without my protection." A cool drop of liquid flowed down my cheek.one of his hands left my knee and was soon replacing the lonely tear with one of his warm fingers. "You mustn't cry, darling. I'll come back. We were told the war will last a good year or less with new people."

"But why must you leave me?" My frustration was a clear lucid note in my voice since it came out harsher than I previously intended it was.

Again. Silence. Had I never had the plentiful of silence? The lack of being able to just know what my husband resembled, had that not been enough torture already?! I recall my friends complimenting me on how well I picked my husband. But I couldn't even know it was a real thing. An honest compliment given to how teasing I have received.

His hand left my face, breaking e free of depressing, enraging thoughts.

"I"m not leaving completely. We are still married my love. Surely, you know that? That my heart beats every time we touch?" His low husky voice sent a set of chills up to my heart. Maybe Harry was good-looking but by the gods and everything that was claimed to be holy, he had a way with words and emphasizing them so articulated.

"Can we just forget this war right now, please? I will be alone. The only thing at night that will circle my mind at night is that you might be-!" Harry held my hand tightly.

"Never going to happen. I will always be here. No matter the pain, the seas, the weather I have to face. Emma, I won't be dead. This isn't the last you see of me, babe." A smile radiated ff his voice. If only Harry could really make those words more than words. Make them into actions.

"I love you Harry." I felt his soft lips press against the skin of my right palm.

"I love you more."