A Love That Lasts// Harry Styles

Chapter 13

A/N: btw the picture on the side is like my all time fav pic of Harry.♥♥♥♥♥

Chapter 13:

"Please?"

"No"

"Please?"

"No"

"Please?"

"No"

"Please?"

"Fine!"

"Okay thanks Harry! I love you, you know?" I said giddily.

"Sure okay."

I have been bugging Harry to let me put makeup on him for the past fifteen minutes. Finally after long pleading he said yes. I was gonna make him look so pretty! Haha

I ran upstairs, Harry spanking me on my way, and grabbed my makeup bag. I ran back down and jumped on the couch. Harry sat in front of me smiling. I grabbed out everything I needed and began my wonderful work.

I applied his eye shadow carefully up on the lid. I hadn't noticed how close our faces were until he let out a long huff signifying he was bored. I hurried up and finished his eyes which included shadow, eyeliner and mascara. He looked like a girl. It was great. I snapped a picture of him and put it on twitter.

MillerSarah4: looking quite pretty if I do say so myself(; @Harry_Styles

We hadn't really told anyone about our relationship yet so no one knew who I was. Anything about Harry could be found by directioners so soon my phone started blowing up with twitter notifications.

1Dicksare_mine: who the fuck are you, slut!? @MillerSarah4

Niallswhore: bitch who gave you permission to be with my boyfriend?! @MillerSarah4

Harrybangme10007: wtf?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!??!?! @MillerSarah4

The way they didn't even know me and still judged me made me well up inside. How could they even talk like that to a person? It was rude! Just because I hung out with Harry automatically makes them hate me. Wow.

I kept scrolling through my notifications.

Slut. Whore. Skank. Ugly bitch. Fake. Gold digger. Hoe. Wannabe. Horrid.

I couldn't help the tears stream down my face as I read the names I was being called. I wasn't used to this.

All day, every day I was used to hearing the little kids I worked with call me pretty and nice. They would tell me that they wanted to be just like me. I wasn't used to being called a bitch. It hurt.

It was hard to hide the tears when Harry walked in and saw me once he was finished in the bathroom. He came running over to me. His arms instinctively wrapped around me and pulled me onto him. He rubbed circles on my back whispering sweet things in my ear. He let me calm down before he asked me to speak.

"Baby girl, what's wrong?" He coos.

I let out an uncontrollable sob as I picked my head up and looked at him. I let yet another tear slip down my cheek before answering.

"I...I-I'm such a loser Harry. Such a f-fucking loser."I stuttered. It was hard to say the words. Never have I ever felt this poorly of myself.

"Shhh... shh baby. Your not a loser. Who told you that?" He replied.

I couldn't talk. I just handed him my phone. When he looked at it, his eyes widened. The look on his face told me he was sad. He was so disappointed that his own fans would say something like that.

Harry tightened his grip around me and gave me a kiss on my temple.

"Sarbear, don't let anyone tell you that. Your the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life. I don't know what id do without you to be honest. You showed me what it is to love." Harry looked down awkwardly.

"Umm.. yeah.. I uhh... was meaning to tell you. I love you Sarah. I really do. There is no one else in the universe that can make my heart beat a thousand miles a minute or make me smile by just hearing their name. No one can make me do these things, not even Louis." He paused as we both let out a quiet giggle at the joke he just made.

"Your the only girl that I want and even though I havent known you for very long, I feel like you were always the girl I wanted. Even when we didn't know each other I was still waiting. I wasn't waiting for someone like you." My heart sank only to float up again. "I was waiting FOR YOU." Harry finished.

I was speechless. Now the tears streaming down my face were ones of happiness. I didn't know what else to do so you just grabbed his face with my hands and kissed him.

I kissed him with everything I had in me. It was a powerful, yet slow and passionate one. It wasn't like any other we had ever experienced. Our lips moved together in sync, making those noises they do when your lips leave and rejoin again.

We pulled back and stared at each other for the longest time. "I love you." Harry whispered.

"I love you more." I reciprocated.

"Like that's even possible," he teased before connecting our lips once again.

♥A/N:♥

Okayyyyyy short but whatever(: I need feedback!!! I feel like I'm just writing this story for myself. Really. And could you tell others about mi libra. My book? Ohs wells. Welp, ta ta!