Where Love Hurts The Most( Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 23

The Next Morning..

Harry's P.O.V

I slowly opened my eye's and tightened my arms around of what I thought was Kylie's body, unfortunately it was a pillow lying where she was next to me all night. I sat up, now realizing she wasn't there. My mind begin to wander as I lied back down on the bed facing the ceiling. Last night was probably of one these best nights of my life, I was still processing what happened. Me and Kylie made love, and I really mean made love, it wasn't just sex, for physical pleasure, we were showing each other just how much we cared about each other. Last night the room was filled with passion, adrenalin and above all love, I could tell that after last night I had completely knocked Kylie's walls down, she trusted me more then ever with her heart, and I gave her mine in return. 

I came back to reality with a huge smile on my face, but my smile quickly turned to confusion when I realized she still wasn't next to me. She wouldn't have run off and left me in my room, the morning after, that seems unlike her. I quickly got up and used the bathroom, pulling some gray sweatpants on, I looked around my room, her dress was still on the floor by the door where she left it, and her phone was on the dresser next to her purse. I realized my gray dress shirt was missing that I dropped on the floor last night , well at least now I knew what she was wearing. I walked down stairs, and went to the kitchen, and yet again she's no where to be found. However I do spot a cup of coffee on the counter, I'm assuming that it hers. I saw that the back door was unlocked to I made my over, and sure enough there she was. 

Sitting in my family's hammock, she sat there in my dress shirt, my shirt being to big on her that it covered down to her mid-thighs, her hair was still in loose messy curls from last night flowing  down her back, she was faced away from me, I could tell she was thinking. I quietly made my over there, climbing on the hammock next to her, a smile grew upon her face. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her back into my chest. I moved her hair all to one side and kissed her shoulder. 

"What are you thinking about?" I whispered in her ear, and I saw a tear trickle down her face.

"Us.." she replied.

"Babe, What's wrong?" she turned to her side so she could look at me in the eye, her hand ran through my curls at the nape of my neck.

"I just don't want to say goodbye to you.." now I understood what was troubling her mind, the fact that we were graduating today was pulling her apart she thought she was going to loose me.

"Where not saying good bye..." I said as I pulled her into my chest resting my chin on her head.

"Yes we are Harry, NYU and London are on different continents for crying out loud!!" she raised her voice, but not in an angry way but a sad way.

"Shh.. Kylie, I'm not going anywhere, see look at me," I pulled her chin to make our eyes meet, "I'm right her, and I always will be.." I caressed her hair as she cried into my chest.

"Harry, I can't picture my life without you, I need you with me.... so I was thinking..". She looked up at me while wiping her eye's, seeing her cry hurt me so much.

"Maybe, I'll just skip collage this year with Zayn and Brianna, and come out to NYU with you, and apply there in the winter..." she trailed off. I was beyond shocked, she was willing to give up her dream school, her dream life, Stanford, living with Zayn and Brianna all for me...O how I would love for all of that to happen, to see that she would follow me because she loved me so much. But I wouldn't do that to her, I would feel guilty forever for taking her dream from her.

"Kylie, I can't believe that you would do that for me, but I can't let you do that.." I was suddenly cut off by her.

"Are you saying you don't want me there? Your saying you want this to end? I understand Harry you want to be single in collage, no strings attached, well at least this great while it lasted.." I could here the pain in her voice, as she hopped off the hammock and was storming twords the house. Jesus, where do that come from?