Lost and Insecure™ (Harry Styles) [✔] Completed

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"Juliet, it's alright," a familiar voice cooed.

The weight on the bed shifted and a hand rubbed my back soothingly. Soon I was pulled onto the lap of someone I still hadn't laid eyes on and gently rocked. Sniffling and gasps for air from nonstop crying were the only sounds besides the occasional comforting "Ssh".

I finally fathomed enough courage to look at my rescuer and saw that it was Harry. My eyes watered more, but I didn't say anything. Instead I held his face in my hands and crashed my lips into his. He was surely shocked at first, but didn't take long to reciprocate the kiss.

"I'm sorry," I apologised full-heartedly through my tears.

A gentle thumb was raised to softly wipe away my tears from my face.

"It's okay, Jules," Harry said with a reassuring smile before kissing my forehead.

That dream was all so real. It all felt like it had really happened. What if Harry did go off on me like that at some point? Would he? I don't even know anymore; we've become so distant after the break up. I've always just assumed that was what was supposed to happen after you break up. People go different ways, their lives change, they change.

Harry hadn't changed, though. He was still the sweet, caring, secretly sensitive guy I fell in love with almost a year and a half ago. We dated for a whole year. That's my longest lasting relationship and I'm pretty sure it was Harry's too. Now that we had seperated, it seems like I've been missing a chunk out of my life. That feeling was not all too pleasent to have either.

"Juliet," Harry whispered, still holding me close to him like he would never let go, and god did I love that feeling.

"Hmm?" I hummed in response as my fingers played with his curls.

"Why were you crying? What were you dreaming about?" he asked, curiousity and genuine concern flooding his tone.

His usually sparkling green eyes were filled with worry as they held mine in a locked gaze. Should I really tell him? I can't. I just...I can't.

I swung my legs off of him and pushed off of his chest with my plams. Standing up in front of him, I could see his bewildered expression clearly. He thought he had said something wrong, I could tell. Truthfully, he didn't say anything wrong, I just wasn't too keen on revealing those horrid details to him quite yet.

"Nothing," I sighed, looking toward the window to my left in order to keep myself away from the possibility of making eye contact with him.

"I can't keep doing this, Juliet. I'm just a road block in your life, you've made that clear," he said standing up. I could sense the hurt in his voice.

"Harry, I-"

He walked right up in front of me and held my face gently in his soft hands, forcing me to meet his hypnotising eyes. Harry leaned down and kissed my lips softly. I slowly opened my eyes when he pulled back, hands still carressing my face.

"Juliet, I love you," he said and turned to walk out.

Tears clouded my vision, but they didn't stop me from grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him back. I slowly raised my hand to his face and gently pulled him closer to  me with my hand on his jaw. My lips met his in a slow, passionate kiss. We broke apart for air, but were quickly reconnecting our needy lips.

Harry guided me backward until I was up against the wall. His hands were placed firmly against the wall on either side of my body, enclosing the space. My arms that had slung around his neck were brought back up. One hand held at the nape of his neck whilst the other fiddled with his silky, brown curls.

Once we finally broke apart, breathing heavily, Harry rested his forhead gently against mine as we caught our breath. I gave his lips a quick peck, earning a grin from him.

"I love you, Harry."

I know, I know, it was really short. I'm sorry but it's only 8am and I haven't slept all that well. I just wanted to make sure I updated this story. Hope you liked it despite the length! xx