Lover of Mine | h.s. |

07

Harry Styles

The room was as black as night.

My eyes had adjusted a long time ago so I didn't mind the darkness, it made the atmosphere calm unlike earlier when she literally couldn't calm down or stop crying.

When I saw Cordelia standing on my porch, I didn't know what to think.

Why the hell would she show up in the afternoon without any guards?

It's not like she walked the distance from the palace to the cabin, they were miles apart.

All I could think of was to bring her inside and try to make her feel better. I never thought I would see her cry, but seeing those tears roll down her usual rosy cheeks made my heart break.

What could have happened to make her this upset?

Seeing her on the couch looking helpless, not wanting me to leave her side...

And then seeing her walk into the bathroom with Louis...

That made me slightly jealous if I'm honest. He already has a girlfriend, why should he be the one to undress her?

The bed moves slightly, causing me to look down at the small body laying next to me.

She must've been really tired, she's been asleep for a couple hours now.

Her head was still resting on my chest, whether she did that subconsciously or not. She was still in my clothes, one of her hands engulfed by my sleeve laying on my stomach while the other touched my side.

She looked so peaceful like this. No stress or annoying people bothering her.

I never noticed how much of a baby face she had. Her cheeks were full and she had long eyelashes, her lips pursed into the perfect shape. Her skin was so soft and the pigment in it was so pale she almost looked like a ghost.

But it suited her. The paleness went well with her brown hair, and it made her blue eyes stand out even more than they already did.

God, I could look into those eyes for days.

They hold so much power that I doubt she's aware of. I see authority and seriousness in them, but also a loving and compassionate side to them.

And when she looks at me...

Cordelia moves again, shifting so that the weight of her body is more on the mattress than my own. She places her head on the cold pillow that's been waiting for her for hours and tilts it the opposite way, giving me a good view of her cheek.

The bruises were beginning to turn into their brown and purple phase and were dispersed in weird areas. They were circle shapes and went in a line from in front of her ear to under her eye and then beside her nose.

Almost like an arch.

She definitely didn't trip over a stupid kid's toy.

I reach my hand up and slowly trace the bruises, making her whine quietly in her sleep.

I pull it away quickly, not wanting to hurt her or wake her up. Instead, I take my hand and tuck some hair away from her face, before whispering so soft I can barely hear my voice.

"You can talk to me."

Seconds pass with the same silence that has enveloped us for the past few hours before the sound of footsteps come from outside my door.

I look over as it opens slightly, the outline of Louis' head poking into the room.

"You awake?" He whispers, looking into the darkness blindly.