Never Have I Ever || h.s.

Chapter 26: Painful Truth

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Ch 26:

:LANEYS POV:

I woke up realizing I had slept in only a bra and underwear. My heart started to race. I didn't remember Harry and I doing anything besides kissing.

"Harry!" I called out.

Harry comes to the doorway with no shirt on.

"Is everything alright, love?"

"Yeah- uh- did we...." I trail off looking at my bare skin.

"No. You must've been really tired. You were hot and got up and took your shirt and shorts off." Harry explained.

Harry came over to me and opened his arms. I flinched as his hand swung out.

"Laney, I'm not going to hit you. You're going to have to trust me. I just want you to let me touch you." Harry said with slight disappointment.

I start to cry. "Harry, what if I can't? Are you going to leave me?"

Harry sits down next to me on the bed  and puts his hand over top of mine. "I fell in love with you, Laney. The real you. Do you really think I'm that kind of guy? I would never leave you even if you decide to never have sex with me. You have too much going for you and you underestimate yourself too much. Why is that?" Harry finished as the fire in his voice cooled down.

"I-I don't know." I stuttered. I broke eye contact with him and glanced down to the floor. "You're my first real boyfriend. I'm scared. I don't want you to ever leave my life. I can't go back to my old one." I finally whispered.

"Would you care to elaborate?" Harry pushed, trying to get me to talk. He really didn't know my childhood or my past at all. I never wanted to bring it up.

I sighed. "When I was little, my parents were always so busy with work. The only person I had in my life was my older sister, Tiffany. She took care of me, and practically raised me since my parents never had anything to do with me, and as you can see not a lot has changed. Tiffany raised herself too, and I honestly don't know how she did it. One day, she was taking me to the park and a drunk driver crashed into our car. It was a t-bone wreck. The crash killed her, but I lived. And I felt so guilty about it. I wanted to be the one to die- not her. Tiffany was too good to die. She had a future planned out, she would finally have been able to escape my parents, and she would have lived her dream. I always looked up to her. My parents didn't do much when she died either, which made me depressed. I shut everyone out and became a stubborn asshole. But I loved my parents still, and I did everything I could to please them. But deep down inside, I knew they never really cared. They just kept me so that they didn't feel bad about what happened to Tiffany. That's why my mom tried to convince me to come back home when I was with you, so that she wouldn't look bad because I basically ran away. Anyways, I was always locked up in the house and I never had any birthdays or Christmas's or anything. No childhood. I was sort've like a prisoner in my own house." I trailed off, tears welling up at every thought of my sister, at how I was treated, and at the guilt.

Harry came closer and closer, and then pulled me closely to his chest. I pressed my ear against him listening to his heart beat. I could feel his muscles tense with every sob I made.

"Well, I'm not going anywhere." Harry whispered, calming me down.

"I love you." I whispered back between sniffles. I felt his warm breath fan over me as he kissed my temple.

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I woke up wrapped in the white duvet. Harry still slept beside me, and I slowly snaked my arms around him.

"Lane?" Harry's morning voice startled me, "you're shivering. Are you cold?"

"Uh.. I guess so." I replied, not aware of the fact that I was really cold. Harry immediately got up and pulled open his dresser drawer. He pulled out a gray hoodie and tossed it to me.

"Thanks." I said as I slid it over my head. He sat down across from me on the edge of the bed. His messy curls and green eyes facing me as I played with my fingertips. Harry chuckled and intertwined his fingers with mine. And for the first time, more than anything, I wanted him. I wanted to feel him. But I was nervous. What if I'm not ready?

I watched as Harry slid off the bed and pulled a tee shirt over his head. "Get dressed, I want to take you somewhere. Don't worry about getting dressed up either, you could honestly go in what you have on." Harry said, ambling into the living room. I slid off the bed as well and went to the bathroom. I put on casual makeup and brushed my hair, but I didn't feel like changing clothes.

"Ok, let's go to wherever you're taking me." I said with sarcastic enthusiasm. He knew I hated surprises. I just get worried about what I was getting myself into, but I trust him. Harry laughed, then took me by the hand, leading me out of the building.

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We ended up going to Hyde Park. I love the park. It's different from American parks. It doesn't really have a playground or anything, it's basically just a field with some chairs and sometimes a fountain or concrete area. (A.N: true story, I was just there) It has been a hot day for London, so Harry and I are sitting on the edge of a fountain with our feet in the water. I don't think anyone has noticed us yet, or no one has the energy to attack us, but paparazzi have snapped a few photos.

"I love this. Just the two of us enjoying a beautiful summer day. It's so.. romantic." I said amiably. Harry looked back at me with his signature smirk for a few seconds.

"Laney, would you like to spend a week with me in Paris?" Harry asked out of the random. Harry...and me....in the city of love?

"I would love that, Harry." I replied, trying to contain my smile. His grin grew wider and our fingers tangled together.

"When do we leave?" I asked, turning my body toward him.

"Two days. I am so happy that you are coming. I got offered to go a couple weeks ago. Let's just say, I did the hotel a favor awhile back, and they owe me one. It's a beautiful city- a busy city. But you're safe with me." Harry said, caressing my cheek with his other hand. I blushed slightly and smiled down at my feet. Could I be more in love?

So, I was going to spend a week with the love of my life in the city of love... I better make a move. But... I could always wait for him to make a move.

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A.N: so I couldn't go to sleep on the train to Paris so I decided to surprise you nerds with this chapter! Please enjoy and I'm sorry if it sounds stupid. Xxx

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