Meet Me In The Meadow

Why?

"Why did you save me?" I blurted out, looking up at the birds singing in the trees.

 He looked me right in the eyes, his expression was emotionless. His eyes then suddenly filled with sorrow, as his mouth began to open.

 "Because you deserve to live." He whispered, his breath tickling my neck.

 "No I don't." I choked, tears forming in my dulls blue eyes.

 "Everyone deserves to live. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise." He stated, wiping the tears from my puffy eyes.

 "Everyone tells me that." I bluntly told him, cuddling closer to his chest, him pulling me closer as well.

 "Tell you what?" He questioned me, a look of confusion and concern across his face.

 "...That I'm not worth it. That I have nothing to live for."

 "Don't listen to them! You have so much to live for!" He yelled, causing me to cringe a little.

 "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He said softer, kissing me gently on the forehead.

 "It's okay. I've never had someone who really cared for me in a long time. Thank you." I smiled weakly, the crinkles showing by my eyes.

 "What about your parents? I'm sure they love you very much." 

 "...My mum is dead, but she did love me very much. More than anything." I told him, rubbing my tired eyes.

 "I'm sorry to hear that. What about your father?" He asked.

   My eyes flooded with tears, as I flinched at the sound of his name. I didn't say anything, I just gently pulled up my sleeve revealing the several cuts and bruises. A small gasp comes from his mouth, as he tightens his grip on me. 

 "He hurt you?" He softly asked, me nodding slowly.

 I looked up at his hurt face, the tears brimming in his eyes. I pushed my face into his chest, and just cried. I couldn't stand to see this stranger cry over me. It just didn't seem right. He doesn't even know me, yet he has so much compassion for me. I've never met someone who cared about me, who would wipe away every tear like he did. I've only known him for a solid twenty minutes, and he already has swept me off my feet. 

 I forced my eyes to look into his, a weak, yet fake smile forming on the tips of my lips. 

 "Who are you?" I asked, pointing at his face like a little child.

 He smiled, and caressed my face with his big hands.

"I....am Harry. Harry Styles."