Love Hurts { Harry Styles FanFiction }

Chapter 11: Tattoos, scars, and secrets.

Sasha's POV

He stared at me in disbelief. His eyes were narrowed and his mouth was slightly ajar.

" You're joking right?" he chuckled.

I shook my head from side to side. He averted his eyes away from me and released a sigh.

" No." he replied angrily.

" Oh yeah? Then how are you always near me? How are you always there to catch me?" I scoffed.

" I don't know." he said bluntly.

Silence overtook us and we just observed everything around us. The only sound came from the thunder and the trees rustling around in the wind. Harry was now drenched in water, as was I.

I didn't know how to reply to him. Is he saying that he is just able to help me without even trying? That he has super speed?

" I just am..." I heard him mumble.

His voice was followed by the crackling of thunder. I actually find this type of weather relaxing though. It was already causing my eye lids to droop.

Apparently, they were shut for too long.

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I awoke with a feeling on my tummy. It was a soft, feathery feeling that was moving along the top of my bare stomach. It felt nice. Like it was tracing shapes onto my skin. My shirt must be lifted up a bit... or my shirt's not even on my body. I felt softness under my back and head.

I snapped one eye open to inspect my surroundings. It looked quite familiar. Oh, it's my room, that's why. I'm on my bed and my head's rested on top of my pillow. I slowly opened my other eye and stared at my ceiling. Was last night just a dream? I hope so.

I felt the fabric of my shirt on my body, but it felt a bit heavier on my chest. My shirt must actually have been lifted up. The shapes stopped being traced, but the weight was still pressed on my skin. I turned my head to my right and saw Harry laying there by my side. So I guess that last night wasn't a dream...

His eyes were open and they were staring at me. His lips were pressed into a hard line. His body was turned onto his side, facing my direction. His elbow was rested on his torso. His finger was placed on my abdomen, before his whole palm went down on my stomach.

I gave him a small smile, which was hesitantly returned. I shouldn't have assumed that he was following me around. I made it all awkward between us.

" Hey." I said.

He just nodded in reply.

" Sorry about last night." I mumbled.

" Don't worry about it." he whispered.

I turned around so that my whole body was now facing him. Hopefully I didn't look like a complete mess right now.

" How did we get here last night?" I asked.

" How do you think babe? I carried you after you fell asleep, brought you here, walked past your mom, she got you out of your wet clothes and told me that I could stay the night, and I fell asleep." he answered.

I nodded and realized that his fingers were still tracing shapes onto my skin. My hands decided that they would do the same. My fingers glided across his smooth skin and I studied his scars and tattoos. My pointer finger landed on his forehead.

" How did you get this?" I curiously whispered.

" I walked into a wall." he chuckled remembering the memory.