Scar wars (Larry fanfic)

Harry

"Get out!" I say and he closes his eyes. "I'm sorry Harry." He is truly sorry but I need time.

"Please get out! Now!" I say, my voice getting louder but he doesn't move. "I'm not leaving any freaking where." He says and suddenly I want to cry. 

I throw my hands in the air and yell "Fine! Stay here then." I walk into the living room and sit on the couch with my hands in my hair. 

Maybe I overreacted. Maybe the fear took control over my body. Maybe he really loves me. Can someone love me? I go to the window and open it. I close my eyes, inhaling the fresh air. It's really cold outside. Normal December weather. I look on the street. The cars are still driving. But other than that everything is quiet. No one's on the street. It's almost 10pm.

I hear him walking inside the room but he stops. "Will you please forgive me? I'm a dumbass, I know, but can you forgive me?" I look at him and his eyes are full of guilt. He gets down on his knees in front of me and rests his hands on my knees and looks in my eyes truly sorry. "You know what I told you isn't true precious and if you don't I'll tell you now. You're loved by a lot of people. By Niall and Darla and Carla for sure, you saved lots of people who are thinking of you daily because you can never forget the person that saved you. And lastly but definitely the most, I love you. I really do."

I might love him more than I ever thought.

I smile and hug him tight. He sinks into my arms like he needed this hug and I touch his head kissing his cheek. "I'm sorry I was such an idiot. I swear Harry, I… I didn't want to hurt you at all. I hate myself for hurting you."

My heart is melting. I cup his face, my man is so clingy. I smile "I'm sorry too." He pouts. He actually pouts. He is so cute. "Let's go to sleep, yeah?" I say, mirroring his pout and he nods. 

"So I'm forgiven?"

I nod. "You are forgiven."

We go upstairs in my room and I slowly start unbuttoning his shirt, feeling his glare on me. He is staring at me and I look up at him, right in his eyes. “What are you staring at?” I ask and he tilts his head smiling.

“You.” he says simply and I feel my heart racing. I get shy and go back to unbuttoning his shirt. And before I could take his shirt off he stopped me gripping it. I looked at him confused. "You never saw that part of me." His voice was deep, sad. 

"What do you mean?" I asked softly and he looked at my hands on his abs smiling. 

"I mean… as you have secrets, I have secrets too."

"I don't have secrets."

He looks at me, his sad eyes looking at mine. I stop breathing. 

"You have, precious… and it's okay. You'll tell them to me when you're open to it. But I have secrets too." His voice is quiet, soft, sad.

I nod, "Okay. We don't take the shirt off. Not in front of me. Wanna go change in the bathroom?" I want to know what he's hiding but I don't want to push. He takes a step back and sits on the bed.

"No. I'm gonna tell you about it."

I sit next to him, one of my legs under my body, the other one touching the floor, facing him completely. Focusing on him. His eyes. His breath. His hands. His story.

"My dad abused me too." I close my eyes and touch his hands. 

"Stop!" I say quickly. "I want you to tell me this because you want to, not because you feel the need to."