Don't Look Back // H.S au

Chapter 12

Taylor's POV

I played the last week or so back in my head. I was laying on my side still on Harry's bed with my knees pulled to my chest.

There was no way I could've pictured the turn my life has taken. I was in a car accident, kidnapped, and I'm now living in a house with five boys and one other girl because someone wants to find and kill me. And Harry. Who has claimed me as if a person could be possessed. Who has beaten me. Who says he loves me... Who says he will protect me.

He says I don't have to be afraid of anything anymore, not even him. God I want to believe him so bad but it's so hard. I'm way out of my depth here and I don't know what he wants from me.
When he said nothing would hurt me I felt something. Something new and warm, no one's ever cared before. When people saw the marks Mike left they laughed... Harry was angry.
But do I love him? I told him I did... Maybe I do, but I can't just jump at the first person who claims they care.
But taylor what've you got to lose? Not a thing.

I felt a hand touch my hair and I jumped a mile.

"Hey it's okay it's me."

I sat up and Harry was sat the other side of the bed; I hadn't even noticed him come in. I relaxed at bit.

"Oh sorry."

I sat back against the headboard and just looked at him. His long curly hair was pushed back and he was wearing black jeans and a black tshirt that clung to him in all the right places. He reached for a tv remote in the bedside table and I watched the muscles in his back flex. What would someone like that want with someone like me? He's flawless and I'm short, tubby and covered in scars. He could have anyone, so why me?

He switched a tv on I hadn't realised was even in here to some action film id seen before and started taking off his jeans. I quickly looked down at my hands embarrassed. Yeah um I'm not really the kind of girl who got much male attention so the fact Harry Styles was undressing in front of me was a little new.

"I didn't get you anything to sleep in did I?" He said.

"Erm... I don't think so," I said quietly.

"Here you can put this on," he said reaching for one of his shirts and handing it to me.

"Thanks." he started making himself comfortable on the bed and I realised I'd have to change in front of him. I panicked for a second but then mentally slapped myself.

Come on Taylor don't be such a prude, you've already slept in the same already bed for crying out loud.

I turned so I was facing away from him an pulled my own shirt over my head. There wasn't much to see as my hair covered most of my back. I put Harry's shirt on then kicked off my jeans. There see, that was fine, it's not like he was even looking.

I turned back and Harry was watching the tv and smirking.

"What?" I said raising and eyebrow. Right come on be nice and strong Taylor, he doesn't own you no matter what he might think.

"Nothing," he chuckled shaking his head. "C'mere." He grabbed my hand and pulled me in beside him.

We just sat watching the film for a while, him still holding my hand. He didn't try and pull me any closer, he just ran his thumb over the back of my hand every so often and his eyes never left the screen.

Suddenly I realised how little I was wearing and how cold it was. I shivered and Harry's arm twitched and he glanced at me as if he was going to move but thought the better of it. He was being careful I realised, this always happened when I had one of my panic attacks in front of someone and I hated it. I didn't want them to tiptoe around me, act as if I might break in half.

I don't want Harry to treat me like that. I could give him a chance, what've I got to lose?

I shifted a little closer to him and rested my head against his shoulder. He moved then. He put his arm round me and pulled me into his chest. My head right on his heart, I felt that same warmth again.

"You're cold."

"Mmm," I made a fist with both my hands, a kind of security thing I do when I'm nervous.

He pulled the covers up and wrapped both arms around me. Our legs were tangled and his skin on mine burned. I tried no to think about it, I'm cold that's all.

"I'm sorry," I said before I could stop myself or think about what I meant.

"What?" I felt him stiffen and I started to panic. Oh god. I thought back to what happened when I tried to run; the anger in his eyes, the blind hits and blows. My fists tightened and I let out a shaky breath.

"I.. I'm sorry about earlier I... I made such a scene.. I didn't... I didn't mean to... I heard you and... thought Mike.... a and he..." He sat up bringing me with him and cutting me off.

"Babe... babe listen," he pulled the duet around my shoulders, "don't you dare apologise. Not for anything ever. I won't let that bastard touch you okay? My job is to protect you and I live by that. You're mine now." His hands were on my arms and he gripped me tightly as he said the last words.

He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "you aren't going anywhere," I felt his breath hot on my neck and I shivered. God the effect this boy has on me. I bit my lip and looked down. He placed a few kisses on my shoulder then kissed up my neck and along my jaw. I sucked in a breath and tensed under his touch.

He laid me back down and hovered over me, kissing my neck and chest.

"H... Harry, s... stop" I tried to push him off but he took both of my wrists in his large hand and held them off him.

He stopped kissing my neck and held his face so his lips were inches away from mine. I could feel his breath fanning my face. My heart pounded and my lip was trembling.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He whispered.

"H... how do I know that?"

"Trust me."

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