Revive [Harry Styles]

Chapter Forty-Four

Harry looks into my eyes he holds the stare not blinking. I try my hardest to keep my eyes open but I feel the burning. Soon his eyes start to water and bam he blinks.

"I told you I'd win!" I cheer up and down clapping my hands. Maybe I'm a little to excited? But whatever.

"No that didn't count something flew into my eyes" he protest with his lies.

"Yeah uhuh" I say rolling my eyes. I move a little over on the couch but Harry pulls me right back.

"Nu-uh I still want you close even if we aren't playing" he kisses my cheek and they immediately turn red.

The words reply over my mind. Those three words, eight letters, 3 syllables. I look up at him and I know I do mean it. He gives me a cheesy wink and I giggle to myself. Soon all the jokes and kidding around dies down and I know it's about to get serious. The air around us feels thicker.

"Jesse I want or rather I need to ask you something, something that involves your past and if you don't want to talk about it then you don't" his voice is much more serious. I new he'd have questions but i didn't think it'd be so soon.

"Its fine ask me anything" I remove my hand from his but he immediately grabs it back.

"Jess I'm sorry but it's bugging me I need to know you're okay I need to know that first" he keeps staring at me and their's no point in lying he could see right through me.

"I'm not fine I'm getting there. At first I hated life I-I hurt people because I'm scared they'll hurry me and when gramps came for me I felt safer" I tear my eyes from his and look at the picture of gramps hanging from the wall.

"I wanna know you got out of it I want to know that somewhere that that guy is sitting in a jail cell or rottening in hell" I could feel him tense besides me and I hold his hand a little tighter I knew this questions was going to come up.

"I- he had left to his room. It was his daily routine he'd go to his room at 3 pm to do his drugs and I told myself I had to be strong I have to get away. I was so scared Harry but I knew I had to get away. I started a fire in the kitchen and I ran out of the house I don't know why I stayed their watching it.. but eventually I ran and I ran. We lived almost in the middle of no where. And I've never been out of the house so I just ran as fast as I could until I heard yelling, my name being called. I was so scared so I hid and he was yelling my name and getting closer.

His footsteps became louder and he found me. I had a knife with me and he had a gun. He pushed me and started kicking me I almost gave up but then I-I pushed the knife.. I'm a monster Harry" I start breaking down in tears and Harry immediately pulls me onto his lap and holds me there.

"No baby you aren't a monster he is he's the monster you were just little kid and he hurt you. Don't you ever think it's you who's been the monster. It's always been him" Harry says rocking me back and fouth.

"He's a sad excuse for a father. You deserve so much and I don't care about what he did in my eyes you'll always be a princess and my angel" I shake my head on his chest and looks up at him. I wipe the tears away with my sleeve.

"But I'm disgusting Harry I don't I don't deserve to live." I say and Harrys eyes hold so much sadness.

"No no don't say that baby he deserved to die he he was the wrong one you're beautiful and your mine I swear I won't let anyone every hurt you again" he tells me and his words touch me in the most beautifulest way. I nod my head and he touches my cheek.

The thing is when he says the words I believe every bit of him. I don't ever want him to leave and that's what's scarring me. I never depended on someone so much as I do with Harry. It almost makes me feel vulnerable. Part of me loves it but the other part of me hates it. Just because if I let my guard down it gives him a opportunity to hurt me to the fullest.