Getting You Back

Chapter Forty: Getting Us Back

     Harry holds me against his chest as tears roll down my cheeks and wets his shirt. No one has ever written me a song or has gone to the lengths of performing it specially for me. No one has ever tried to tell me they're so in love with me like he has. As he sits here and holds me it all hits me, he does love me. There is no doubt in my mind about that. I look up at him and my eyes instantly connect with his pretty green eyes. We've been a part for too long. Me without him, him without me, it leaves us both unbalanced, exposed. We're not perfect. I am insecure, I worry, I cry, I am stubborn, and I have my days but I am a good girlfriend. I would go through heaven and hell for this man and he knows it. He is possessive, he is dominate, sometimes his anger gets the best of him, and he gets a little jealous but he has a heart of gold and one of the most beautiful souls that I have ever seen. He is a man and the best boyfriend one can be blessed with. There is only one Harold Styles in this world and I am the one who is blessed to call him mine. Not everyone can say they have their own Harry. Harry runs his fingers through my hair, scratching his fingers along my scalp causing my eyes to close and enjoy his touch. I hum, or rather purr as he would describe it, at his soft, calming touch. 
"There's my little kitten." He says then leans down to press his lips against mine. "Halle?" The call of my name rather than a pet name causes my eyes to snap open and for me to look at him. The confidence that was once in his voice leaves and is replaced with hesitation. I open my eyes to be met with a worried expression. His eyebrows are furrowed and he has worry lines etched into his skin. I bring my hand up to his forehead and caress away the worry lines with my fingers. "Will you please be mine?" His voice comes out low, hesitant, and scared. I move my fingers from his face to his hands and lace them with his. The feel of his skin against mine, my hand fitting perfectly with his, it all makes me feel whole. The entire time we were a part I walked around with a part of me missing. I was not me, I was missing my heart. He is my heart. And now that he is back, now that we are back, I am me again. 
"There is no other man I would rather be with." I lean up and press my lips against his. There will never be a point in my life where I will be tired of him, where I would think that is enough. He is everything I want and I will always want more. "I am yours." I murmur against his lips. He broke my heart and left me bleeding. He left me all alone to face all the monsters of the world. But he was the only who could mend my broken heart and bring me back to life. We're not perfect by any means but we're perfect for each other. Once again I'm ready to face the world, the problems, and the gifts that come along with being with Harry and staying by his side. Meeting him when I was fifteen was an accident, when he bumped into me I didn't what it would give me a romance that would spark a fire in my life. But meeting him was the best accident that has ever happened to me.

"It's just me and you." He repeats the words I told him. "I promise." He whispers his promise into my skin and seals it with a light kiss to my neck. Harry holds me tighter against his chest and rest his cheek on the top of my head.

"I promise." I whisper back to him, tightening my grip on him, and sealing my very own promise with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. It's not going to be easy, love never is, but getting us back is the first step to making it through everything with him.