Trust Me (A Harry Styles Fan-Fic)

Chapter 41

SMUT SMUT SMUT

Bethany's POV

If I could stay wrapped in Harry's arms for the rest of the day, I definitely would. There was this feeling that I hadn't felt before roaming around my body. It was some type of warmth that got me really thinking, really feeling some sort of way. The way he was holding me was different than how he usually held me. We had slept together in the same bed a couple times now, but last night felt different. It was like he was holding me, scared that I'd leave.

But after last night, I don't think I ever could.

I knew I had to leave temporarily because it was another dreaded Monday morning, and If I wanted to continue living the way I was living, I was going to need to keep up my side of the deal with John. I needed to continue to get work done so that I was never far behind.

It was 5:30 in the morning, and the sun was starting to rise. I had made some type of weird habit of waking up later than the sun rise, but having the opportunity to watch it today made me want to get out of bed and look over the city as the day began. It was a new beginning... for the day, and for myself.

I managed to wiggle free of Harry's grasp without waking him and tiptoed over to the door and down the stairs. Usually, I would watch the sunset from the windows in my living room, but today felt like something different was happening... Hell, something different was happening.

I went from waking up with someone I thought I loved, which I'm almost positive I loved him for what he did, and not who he was, to waking up with a guy that meant something to me because I like who he is. He likes who I am and that was something I had been needing for awhile.

I felt trapped in this crazy, psychotic world of business men that were fifty years older than me. I wasn't who I used to be because I had changed, and not because I wanted to. I was scared of Chase leaving- scared that I was going to be alone again. I never wanted to feel that way again.

Chase always wanted this strict relationship between the both of us. We had fun times, of course, but there was always this pit in my stomach that made me feel as if I was missing something. I found out what I was missing after I met Harry. I was missing the feeling of having someone I actually loved. I was missing out on the crazy fun adventures that every 18 year old should have.

Day after day I was dragged to business meetings and conferences with Chase. Night after night, he would drag me to galas and charity events that were all so useless. All anything we ever went to was about money and who could look the best by donating the most. None of those sick sons of bitches truly cared about the well being of others. They cared about the press they got so that they could promote themselves better. It was shit, and Chase would never fucking admit that because he was one of those horrible people.

Harry was something different to me. He cared about everything he participated in. He cared so much, yet took such little credit. He deserved every ounce of attention that the stupid CEO's of stupid companies got, and much, much more. The thing was, he'd never accept it. I remember him telling me that to him, he had grown up with a lot compared to some people he knew. He was always happy for what he had, but once he became famous and saw the places where people weren't able to take care of themselves, he realized how lucky he actually was. He was the definition of what a person should be like towards others. Chase was not.

I felt him before I heard him. The cool air that was pushing through my hair was replaced with his warm body. His arms were tight as the rested just above my hips. I felt myself lean back into him, and my head tilt to the side. It was the perfect place to have him rest his head- the space right between my neck and shoulder. It fit together pefectly.