Alone H.S.

Chapter 16: It's Perfect

This day has been crazy enough for us directioners, hasn't it? Literally, I'm wiped out.

But the "Perfect" music video, though!! I'm dead. It is so everything the title says it is! And the parts where Harry is laying on his back, singing.....I can die happily now.

Anyway, if any of you guys are alive after all that today, here's another chapter for you!
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Lily -

My eyes opened slowly as I looked around the room. I was expecting my old disgusting room I'd lived in all my life, before Harry.

But when my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw the familiar setting of mine and Harry's room. I must be dreaming. I was just taken away by my old pack. I can't be back here. Can I?

The bedroom door opened and Harry stepped inside, eyes widening when he saw me.

"Damn. I was supposed to be here when you woke up." He said quietly as he walked over and sat on his side of the bed.

"How...I thought...how did I get here?" I stuttered out. Feeling very confused and slightly worried.

"I brought you home." He said simply, smiling.

"How?"

"Well, not without injury." He chuckled as he raised his right arm and I saw the bandaging wrapping it tightly.

"What happened?!" I gasp, sitting up quickly.

"Hey, calm down. I'm okay and Dylan's okay and you're okay. We're all fine. I...I can't say the same for your pack." He said carefully as if he was afraid I'd get angry or something at him for saying something.

"There was a fight?" He nods.

"What happened?" I ask, my hands gently touching the white bandaging on Harry's arm.

"We wiped them out."

"The whole pack?"

"No. We wouldn't do that, Lily. The ones we left alive ran out of the territory. They decided it would be better to live as rogues than die there." He spoke slowly, as always. One of the many things about him that I cannot understand why I love so much.

"Only your arm is hurt?"

"Oh, I'm a little scratched and bruised, but nothing serious. Don't worry, I'm fine. How do you feel though?" He asks.

"Me? I'm fine. You're the one who needs medical attention more so than me." I laugh.

"Oh, really? So what, you just going to lay around in bed all day?" He asks, amusement clear in his voice.

I lay back against the pillows and pull the covers over me.

"Maybe.." I giggle.

Harry stands up and walks around to the end of the bed and grabs the covers tightly before snatching them away, leaving me without their warmth.

"Harry!" I giggle loudly when he jumps on the bed, attacking me with kisses.

When our kisses become heated and frantic, he slowly pulls his lips away from mine and rests his forehead against mine as we both pant lightly from our kisses.

"You had me scared. I thought I'd lost you." He whispers, eyes closed and still panting lightly.

"I love you." I whisper unable to keep from saying it.

He smiles and opens his eyes, so we're staring into each other's.

"Not as much as I love you. My beautiful, beautiful little mate." His hands glide up my back, over my shoulders, and up my neck until they're framing my face.

"If I ask, would you mark me?" I ask, softly. Knowing this is still a sensitive subject for him.

"Anything to keep from losing you again." He surprises me by saying. I think he's joking at first, but when I pull away from his face I see that he's actually very serious.

"You mean...you're ready?"

"I am if you are." He replies.

I wasn't expecting that at all. I was wanting him to say that he's ready, but now that he's actually said it, I'm scared.

"I...I think I'm ready. But.."

"You're scared?" And I bite my lip and nod.

"That's okay. If you're not ready, I'll wait. But I will mark you one of these days. I can't loose you again, and I won't let anyone take you away from me." His words send me into tears with how much he cares.

"Why are you crying? Am I rushing you?" He asks, worriedly.

"No, it's just...you pushed me away again and again, and I don't really understand why you suddenly want me. I've always wanted you, and when you kept leaving me all alone, I...I thought you hated me." I ramble through my tears, trying to make sense of the thoughts in my mind.

"Shh. No, Lily, I could never hate you. I hated myself and that's why I pushed you away. When Katy died, I promised myself to never love again. I didn't think I deserved a mate, much less someone as beautiful and perfect as you. And I didn't want you to have to be stuck with someone like me. But I can't just push away my feelings for you anymore. I love you. I can't loose you and I want you with me always." As he explains this all to me, I'm crying. I can't believe that this is actually happening. I can't believe that I actually have a mate who loves me. I can't believe I'm lucky enough to have someone like Harry In my life, much less to be my mate.

"Please don't cry." Harry whispers as he wipes the tears rolling down my face away.

"I'm not." Liar.

"You are." Harry chuckles as he moves his lips against mine.

"I love you." I whisper, feeling like I can't say anything other than that in this moment.

Harry pulls away from my face and kisses my neck, slowly and I shiver at the amazing sensation.

But the pleasure is quick to leave when a needle-like pain shoots through my body coming from where Harry had been kissing my neck. He pulls away, smiling proudly and runs his fingers over where the pain was now dwindling.

"You're mine. And I won't let anyone else have you." He says calmly and slowly, as always.

He's marked me.

"I'm yours, but...can I mark you as well?" I ask. It's not really traditional for both mates to be marked by each other. It's usually only the female, to show that she belongs to her mate. But there are those couples who do it. And I want Harry to always be mine as I am his.

He smiles proudly again and tilts his head to the side.

"Go ahead."

I feel every part of me shaking. I'm about to make Harry mine. We will belong to each other until death. I'm so happy, yet so nervous.

I bite down harshly on his neck and I feel him tense, and let out a wolf whine before I pull away, admiring the mate mark I've left.

"Does it hurt?" I ask, worriedly.

"Yeah. But it's worth it for you." He smiles and gets up from the bed, taking my hand in his and brining us so we're facing the mirror. He places me in front of him and he pulls my hair over my shoulder, exposing the mate mark, clearly.

"Good enough for you?" He asks, and I nod. Unable to find the words to even speak. I'm overcome with happiness.

"Well, what about yours? What do you think of it?" I ask, looking behind me at him.

He glances in the mirror for a while before looking down at me and wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closely against him.

"It's perfect."
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Hope the beginning of the chapter wasn't too confusing.

Anyway, I really like this chapter. Like seriously love it.

Hope you guys enjoyed this one, if you did comment and let me know! (Or comment and we can take about how that new music video totally killed us all!)

Thank you everyone! Love you guys!!!