I just sat there with her, rocking her back and forth while she got it all out. Her tears, her rants, her frustrations, her sadness…all of it. After a while, she grew quiet and at first, I thought she’d fallen asleep, but then she looked up at me through tear swollen eyes and smiled. I kissed the tip of her little nose, tinged pink from her crying, before returning her smile.
“I’ve ruined your shirt,” she said with a hoarse voice.
“It’s just a shirt, Ally. It’ll be fine,” I said, rubbing her arm. “I’m more worried about whether or not you’ll be fine.”
“Yeah. I’m sorry I broke down on you like that. I just took you as my hostage and forced you on board the train to Crazy Town. I take regular trips there, just so you know,” she said with an embarrassed shrug of her shoulders as she reached forward and grabbed a tissue out of the box on the table.
I chuckled lightly in response. “It’s not a secret, Ally. But, I happen to find that trait very endearing about you.”
“How long have you been here?” she asked as she dabbed at her tear-stained cheeks.
“Not long enough,” I answered, taking the tissue and finishing the job for her. “Congratulations on the donor, by the way.”
“You did that, didn’t you?”
“Well, I hardly have that kind of power, Ally.”
“Yeah, but you got Harry to come, didn’t you?”
“I may have asked him to oversee your mother’s care, yes.”
“Then you’re her savior…by default. Because if he hadn’t stepped in, she wouldn’t have gotten that donor.”
“I’m no superhero, Ally,” I sighed as I tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. I took her chin in my hand and looked into her eyes. “But I’d take a speeding bullet for you, maybe face down a powerful locomotive with nothing but a raised hand in defense, and leap tall buildings in a single bound to get to you…anything it takes to make you happy…because I love you, and that’s all the reason I need.”
“I love you, too,” she whispered.
The blood in my veins surged and my heart swelled to the point that I thought it might burst right out of my chest. She loved me. My million dollar baby loved me, too.
“I may not have all kinds of pretty words to express it like you do, but-”
“Hey,” I said, stopping her rambling before she got going again. “That’s all I need…just to know that you love me.”
She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. When she opened them again, her honey brown eyes looked into mine and she said, “Harry Styles, I love you so much, it hurts.”
I slowly leaned forward and took her bottom lip between my own for a sensual kiss. I could feel her hands fist in my shirt as I pulled away slightly and then kissed her again, and again; each time deepening it a little more. As I swept my tongue over her bottom lip, she parted her lips and gave me the entrance I was asking for while she pulled and tugged on my shirt, trying to bring me closer. Never breaking the kiss, I maneuvered out from underneath her so that she could lie back on the couch as I knelt on one bended knee between her legs. Again, she tugged on my shirt, pulling me down to her until our chests were flush together.
