Saved (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

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After slipping my t-shirt over my head I stepped out into the bedroom. Harry had already managed to drop out of his jeans and T-shirt revealing his chest and toned stomach. He laid with his arms pulled up under his head, stretching his tanned skin against his muscles. I hadn't noticed before, but Harry had many little tattoos on his arms and chest. I had a feeling every single one of them meant something special to him. Even with the ink that decorated his skin, he really was beautiful.

"Lu?" He called from the bed, giving me a questioning glance with a playful smirk hidden behind it. He must've caught me staring.

"Sorry..what?" I said lazily, making him chuckle. My eyes felt like they were beginning to droop already. I was exhausted from everything that had happened, even having Harry yelling at me had worn me out significantly. My body still ached, my arms and face and side and just about everything else hurt terribly.

I didn't know whether Harry wanted me to stay in his bed with him or if he wanted me to sleep downstairs again so I continued to stand awkwardly by the door. He seemed to take notice of this.

"Come lay down." Harry instructed softly, pulling the covers back on the side of the bed closest to me.

I felt my cheeks flush as I padded my way over to his bed, becoming very aware of how the t-shirt I was wearing barely went mid thigh. Harry didn't seem at all phased by the lack of his clothing or the lack of mine.

I crawled slowly into the soft bed, Harry watching my every move. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable and lay too close to him so I stayed back, leaving about two feet in between us.

He turned on his side so he was facing me. A smile played across his pink lips.

"What?" I asked.

His smile grew and he reached out to my arm, "Come here." He said softly.

I pushed myself up and scooted closer to him so his face was only a few inches from mine. Harry stared into my eyes for a moment, taking me in before slowly reaching up to put his hand by the side of my face, tracing around the dark bruises that were forming with the pad of this thumb. His smile faded slightly as he did this, slowly forming a frown. My eyes had fluttered closed from his gentle touches. When I opened them he was watching me intently, his pupils were dilated, the soft green almost completely covered by the black of his eye. Harry watched me for a moment more until motioning for me to turn around. He pulled me to him, my back against his chest, holding me close.

I felt his warm breath on my neck as he reached his arm up to tuck my hair behind my ears and smooth it out. His lips pressed gently to my shoulder making the warmth in my stomach grow.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you.." He whispered against my skin, "I was just so scared that you weren't coming back.."

His words made my heart swell. No one had ever cared about if I was safe or where I was spending the night. Yet here Harry was, holding me and whispering how he was worried about me like he had done it all his life and like we had known eachother for the longest time.

I stayed quiet, reveling in the moment and Harry spoke again, this time in a lower, darker voice.

"You know he isn't going to walk away from this, from hurting you, without paying right?" His hold on me tightened, pulling me closer.

I shivered at the thought of Harry being anywhere near Duke. "What are you going to do?"I said quietly.

"I don't know yet. But if I ever see him.." He sounded disgusted, his jaw was clenched but voice still soft, "If he comes anywhere near you.. You can't and you won't stop me. Do you understand?" I nodded slowly although I felt sick at the thought of Harry being in a fight with Duke.

Harry's arm settled around my waist, still holding my body pressed to the his. My eyes began to droop and my muscles relaxed from being held by him. I felt safe and calm in his arms and I figured he had drifted off to sleep, his breathing slow and warm against my back. Right before my eyes fluttered closed though, I felt Harry shift his head slightly so it was in the crook of my neck.

"It gets better, Baby, I promise." He whispered against my skin. Harry pressed his lips to the nape of my neck, taking a deep breath before finally closing his eyes and falling asleep.

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