Trace

Chapter 21

       It was all a blur. One minute, I'm sitting in the cool night holding the letter in my shaking hands, and feeling my tears drop onto them. The next minute, I'm standing outside of Harry's apartment complex. I feel my mind nagging at me to turn around and get my idiotic self back in the car, as this is a terrible idea. However, my heart tells me otherwise, and I find myself practically running in through the elevator and up to Harry's room.

  The elevator doesn't ascend the floors fast enough, and my palms begin to moisten as my heart rate increases. I find myself wondering what Harry will do and say to me. Will he even be home?? Of course, it's night time. Unless he's with his mum. Or maybe another girl is staying over . . .

  I shake the negative thoughts out of my head. Harry had said that he loved me. I never said it back, though. Still...if anything I could trust him enough to believe that when he said he loved me he meant it.

  I don't even realise the metal doors open and when I do, I freeze. I have to force myself to walk out of the elevator, and slowly make my way to his door.

  Hesitantly, I raise my fist to knock on the door, and fear the worst. I knock, but there is no response. I knock again...still nothing. I then notice the black buzzer next to the door and hold it in. Inside, I hear a beep and think I hear distant footsteps. The door flings open, and there he is. Harry Styles.

     "El?!"

His expression changes from dullness to enlightenment. I grab him for a hug, and he pulls me inside. Letting the door close behind us, I begin to cry in his chest.

  "I've missed you so much," I manage to choke out.

I look up at his face and he's crying as well.

  "You're really hear..." he smiles in disbelief.

"Yes, I'm here," I reply, grinning.

  He leans down to kiss me and I realise how much I have missed his kisses and touch.

"I love you, El," he tells me.

  I fall back into his chest and wrap my arms around him, breathing in his scent. He takes my hand and we sit down on his black leather couch.

  "I can't begin to tell you how sorry I am, baby," Harry lets the tears fall down his cheeks, as he wipes mine away.

  I nod. "I believe you."

He pulls me into him and holds me tight, and I stretch my neck up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

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I lay in Harry's bed with him. We came in here only a few minutes ago and Harry gave me one of his shirts and a pair of shorts to wear to bed. After I went to the bathroom to change, I crawled into bed with him and he immediately wrapped his big arms around me, like he was scared I might get up and leave him after he fell asleep.

  With his body behind me, and his arms around me, I felt like the happiest girl in the world. I knew I never wanted to be seperated from Harry again, and was aware of how truly sorry he was for making his mistake. I fall asleep dreaming of me in his arms forever. . .

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  Whiteness. That's all I see as I rise up out of Harry's bed. I wonder what it is that is affecting my vision, and I see that the curtain from Harry's massive window has been pulled off. The sun shines fiercely onto my face and I rub my eyes, wondering why Harry took them down. I step down out of the bed and feel a piercing, throbbing sensation in my foot. There are broken whiskey bottles everywhere. Blood begins to seep from the bottom of my feet where the glass sliced the skin. As much as I want to, I don't scream. Instead, I limp to the door and hear voices whispering and then a shout.