Make You Feel My Love (One Direction)

Chapter Twenty-One

**Chapter Twenty-One**

•Erin's POV•

By the time that Liam and I had finally woken up, it was 5 P.M. For the first tine since our fight, I was able to sleep for longer than 4 hours; I had slept 10 hours to be exact. But I still felt like there was something missing - something almost tangible. As Liam shifted his weight against my back, I entangled my fingers with his. Then I had realized what it was.

The ring. The ring that I admired so much yet I had foolishly given it back to him at the pub that night.

Though, I didn't expect him to return it to me right away; after all, I was the one that left him there. However, I knee he would give it back eventually, I just wasn't going to ask him about it anytime soon.

"Babe, I have to go call management and explain what happened. Also, Harry won't reply to my texts; maybe he'll reply to yours?" Liam informed me, kissing my lips softly before getting up and walking into the kitchen with his phone.

I instantly took out my phone and called Harry...but he didn't answer, which wasn't like him at all. He always answered my calls, in case it really was an emergency. So I walked into the kitchen to let Liam know where I was going and I headed out the door.

After being confronted by the paparazzi and the press so many times, you start to ignore everything and give up on keeping your image spot clean; like walking out of your popstar boyfriend's flat in one of his shirts and your Eeyore pajamas. Surprisingly, my normal behavior seemed to be a situation that made the fans like me even more; it made them realize I was no different than them. I was simply ordinary, yet I had the most popular boy band in the world mesmerized by me, in a trance by my every move almost. How? I will never understand. But I do know it's something that I just can't control.

As I reached the door of Harry's flat, I knocked loudly knowing he was awake. However when he answered, he put a smile on his face and stepped aside to let me in. But there was something wrong: the smile didn't reach his eyes; his dimples weren't even visible. In fact, he looked as if he had just stopped crying.

"Did you leave something here? Or did to come to finish the movie?" He asked me sarcastically, a hint of frustration escaping his voice.

"Harry, I tried to call you but you didn't answer. Are you okay? You seem a little down..." I stated, looking at him with a worried expression.

"Yeah, I'm just dandy! Doing great..." He muttered, flopping down on the couch as he let out a loud sigh.

"Harry Edward Styles, don't you dare lie to me. You're my best friend and-" I said before he cut me off.

"Okay, you want the truth then? Fine! I'm not okay! Is that what you wanted to hear, hmm? How could you go back to him after all of the anxiety he put you through? You just forgave him like that and didn't even bother to show him how stupid he was! What if he does it again? Then what are you going to do, Erin? Then what?" He yelled, his voice slowly rising the further along he got.

"I don't know Harry, but whatever it is it seems like you already had an answer in mind. So, spit it out Harry!" I shouted, raising my voice at him as he simply looked down at the ground. "C'mon Styles, not do tough anymore? Can't handle what you dish out? Tell. Me."

He stood up, now inches from my face as he whispered the response.

"Be with me... Erin, after the last three days you really can't say you feel nothing for me, nothing between us. Be honest with yourself."

I knew he was right, at least a little bit. No one had ever done anything for me like Harry had. There was a connection there that couldn't be replaced. However, there was an even stronger connection between me and Liam; a connection so strong it was almost intoxicating. The connection I have with Harry could never be like that.