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"Do you think one day everything will feel normal again? I don't feel normal," Harry says, his head on my lap, leaving his curls spread across my thighs. 

"Maybe. It's okay to not feel normal. It takes time, everything will be alright, maybe not normal, but alright." 

I'm falling apart. I can't handle this. I can't tell him everything will be okay when it feels like it's just getting worse. 

"Even when I'm imagining you, you make me feel better. I wish this was all real," he says, a tear rolling across his temple and into his hair. 

"It's as real as you want to believe it is," I tell him, hardly holding back from telling him everything. 

"I wish that was true. I want to feel the way you always made me feel. I want to feel... wanted," he turns his head, burying his face in my tummy, tears falling into my shirt. 

"Baby, you're always, always wanted. You're always wanted, and loved, needed, appreciated, Harry, you are absolutely everything, and I'm not the only who sees it." 

"But you're the only one who reacts to what you see the way you do. You're the only one that... cherishes me the way you do. Yeah, the guys care. But not like you. No one is quite like you." 

"You'll be okay, I promise. I'll make sure you're taken care of," I tell him, trying my best to comfort him. I regret everything I did - I hate to say it, but I do. 

"I don't want to be doing okay, okay is all I can be without you. I want to be doing good, like I was with you - before everything." 

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