Through the Awakening (Harry Styles) [Bk. 2]

71. Turns of Confession

Author's Note
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Elizabeth's POV

I stare up at him, confused and a little bit scared. Harry is looking down at me; I could tell that something is wrong or something is upsetting him. Either way, my heart is thumbing in my chest like a pair of hummingbird wings.

"Yea." I mutter, my voice sounding a bit dry and cautious. "What is it?" I ask as I sit up keeping my lower half of my body under the grey sheets, placing my hands on my lap.

"It's..well-" He pauses, struggling to find his words, and if it was possible, my heart picked up its abnormal thumbing pattern.

"Harry, you're scaring me..." I breathe.

"Oh no!" Harry says shaking his heads holding his hands out. "I just wanted to talk to you about some things I've been thinking. " I nod and inside, I am blissfully relieved.

"Okay, then what is it?" I say with a small smile, tilting my head to the side. Harry slowly moves and sits down beside me and said nothing. Harry knotted his hands together randomly facing forward and I wait and wait as agonizing seconds turned into minutes before he finally spoke.

"Today, when the hospital called" He swallowed turning his face to look at me. His face held sadness and something else but I wasn't sure as to what it was. I nod, giving him my full attention.

"I was in complete utter panic. I don't think I have ever been so scared in my life." He shrugs shaking his head, I frown.

"I mean you said you were going to stay here... but then I went out and" Harry groans laying back down on the bed draping his face with his right arm. "I shouldn't have gone without you but then I-"

What? No, please don't say that. It's not your fault!

"Harry." I sigh interrupting him. I move and lay beside him, placing my hand around his upper arm tugging on it but it didn't budge. I sigh.

"Harry." I whine."Please look at me." I say tugging on his arm again, this time he lifted it off his face to look down at me.

"It's not your fault." My voice sounding like a whisper, as I shake my head at him "It was an accident." I paused biting my lips together, gazing at him. "You really need to stop blaming yourself for whenever something happens to me. You can't protect me from everything and-"

"Elizabeth" Harry said looking sternly at me. "It's not that I'm blaming myself it's-"

"Yes you are!" I scowl at him. "You always do."

"Harry, I know you better than anyone, you and I both know that you are blaming yourself." Harry stays quiet shaking his head at me before getting up pushing me off of him.

"I'm not saying it for you to get mad at me I'm just saying that you don't have to blame yourself all the time for these things." I shrug once I sit up on the edge of the bed.

"You don't want me to blame myself?" Harry asks standing a few inches in front of me. "You are under my care, Elizabeth. I'm supposed to be taking care of you and keeping you safe and-"

"Harry" I say interrupting him standing up. "You can only do so much." I murmur standing in front of him fisting my hands on his chest into his grey sweatshirt. "You're not superman."

"You could have died Elizabeth!" Harry snaps. "Do you not get that on any level?" He asks, his green eyes looking back and forth at mine. I blink at him.