Let Me Be Your Last | z.m vs n.h fanfic [MAJOR EDITING]

Chapter 22

Hello beautiful people!!!

I got two people called Vanessa who wanted to be this character in the fanfic when I asked for people, so I've mixed you both together as I couldn't decide which one of you to use!

This chapter is dedicated to @zaynYUU because she's really sweet and has given me some great feedback!!! Go and check out her story - 'Princess Styles' its really good!

Well then, here's your chapter! I don't have anything else to say today, ummm... vote and comment and let me know what you think!!!

Thank you so much <3

Lucy xxx

(Y/n)'s P.O.V.

I woke up. Light was streaming through the curtains and I guessed it was probably about 10 in the morning. Harry's arms were still wrapped around me and I still had my head on his chest. I smiled, remembering how much fun I'd had messing about with Harry last night. I still wasn't sure what to do about Zayn though. Maybe I should talk to him.

I looked up at Harry. He looked so young in his sleep, like he did when What Makes You Beautiful first came out. I carefully untangled myself from his arms and quietly climbed out of bed. I was about to get dressed when I had a sudden urge to annoy Harry. I grinned to myself and slowly climbed onto the bed so that I was stood on it.

"Raaaaaaaaaaah!" I screamed, jumping on the bed. "Wake up Styles!"

Harry groaned and pulled the duvet over his head. I laughed and flopped down next to him, yanking the duvet away from him. 

"Rise and shine!" I smiled brightly.

"I hate you! I was having a really nice dream and you just ruined it!" He pouted.

"Aww, why don't you tell me about your dream?" I said, ruffling his curls.

"Get off!" He protested, batting my hand away. "Well basically, you thought I was lonely, so you bought me a sloth, which was wearing a checked shirt, and then me and the sloth went to a farm and I rode a donkey to London, then me, the sloth and the donkey watched you and Liam in a play, but then you woke me up!"

"That sounds like an amazing dream!" I laughed. 

"Yeah, it was cool!" Harry giggled, trying to fix his hair from when I'd ruffled it. I watched him and he raised his eyebrows at me. "You want to play with my hair, don't you?" He sighed.

"Yes!" I replied hopefully. Because who wouldn't want to play with Harry Styles’ hair? 

Harry rolled his eyes at me. "Fine."

"Yay!" I made Harry lean on me so it was easier for me to play with his hair and fiddled with his perfect, brown curls. I have to admit, his hair is just awesome!

As I was fiddling with his hair, I noticed a scar on Harry's scalp. I ignored it to start off with, but then I found another, and another.

"Harry, what're these scars from?" I asked him curiously.

"Um... They're from... An accident I had when I was, err, little..." Harry replied.

"Harry you're a shit actor, you said so yourself," I told him bluntly. "Now what are they from?"

"No-one knows, not even Louis. So you have to promise not to tell anyone. Ok?" Harry said seriously.

"Ok," I replied quietly, looking into his eyes. I'd never seen him act like this; not all week, not in the thousands of videos I must have watched, never. It was making me feel nervous.

Harry swallowed and bit his lip. "Well, um, when I was 15, so before the x-factor and all that, I had this girlfriend. And she was nice to start with, but then there was this one time we were both at her house alone, and, and," Harry paused and took a deep breath. His bottom lip was trembling slightly and his eyes looked watery. "And then she hit me. With a metal spatula and I had to go to hospital. And I lied and told them I'd fallen down the stairs and hit my head against the banister. And I haven't trusted a girl since. Except you. I don't know, you're special. I don't fancy you. But I trust you." A single tear made a pathway down Harry's cheek and I stroked his curls in what I hoped was a reassuring way.

"Oh Harry," I soothed him, kissing his forehead. He let out a small sob. "Shush, it's ok. I'm always here for you." I moved away from him and held his face in my hands, forcing him to look me in the eyes. "You could go to the police about it you know. If you wanted to-"

"No." Harry interrupted me stubbornly. He was trying to stay strong, I could see that, but I had noticed the small break in his voice, the way his lip shook every few seconds. "I don't want to bring something that’s in the past back up."

I frowned. I guess I could understand that. There were things in my past that I didn't want to think about too; bullying, feeling like I could never achieve anything, insecurities about my looks – all the pain that the five boys I was now on holiday with had helped me through. "I suppose I can understand that," I said sympathetically. 

"What's the time?" He asked me, after being silent for a moment or two.

I glanced at the clock. "Almost half ten!" 

"I should go and get dressed then. Me and the boys will meet you at half eleven for breakfast, ok?" Harry smiled at me. 

"Yeah, sure!" I replied, grinning back.

Harry hugged me. "Thanks (y/n). Love you!"

I giggled. "Love you too!" 

Harry smiled happily and left the room leaving me alone. I wanted to do something for Harry. I knew some really sweet girls from home and some from London that I trusted with my life. I really wanted to find someone special for him. 

I suddenly thought of my really close friend, Vanessa. I'd met her last summer when I was on a skiing holiday with my family in the Alps. She was American and was 20 when we met; she would have turned 21 a couple of months ago. She was a Directioner too; it was the first thing we'd bonded over! She had blonde hair and hazel eyes, and she loved singing – she had the most amazing voice I had ever heard. She was always smiling and laughing and was really trustworthy. We'd kept in contact by Twitter, Facebook and Skype calls all year. I was pretty sure I remembered her saying something about wanting to come and visit me in London this summer a couple of months ago in one of our Skype calls.

I got out my phone and texted her. "Hey!!! Do you still want to come over to London this summer??? Bc there's someone I REALLY want you to meet!!! ;) xxx"

Aw poor Harry :(

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