Saved (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

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(Little longer chapter today, hope you guys like it.Xx)

I woke up in the early morning, it was still dark outside since it was winter and the sun rose later in the morning. I was chilly where the blanket wasn't covering me so I turned around and pulled the blanket over my head so that I was facing Harry. He groaned in response of my movement and tried to still me by pulling me close to his chest.

"Harry." I laughed, trying to push myself back from him a little so my face wasn't smashed against him.

"It's too early to be moving around, go back to sleep." He moaned, pulling himself under the covers as well. I could see him grinning at me through the dim light under the blanket. Before I knew what I was doing I reached my hand up and over his shoulder as I began to twirl the small curls at the nape of his neck, feeding them through my fingers. Harry seemed surprised at first, almost flinching away before relaxing and closing his eyes. My fingers slowed eventually and I traced my hand down his shoulder, down his bicep and eventually brought my hand down to his chest. My fingers followed the lines of the tattoos on his body, spending most of my time on the swallows near his collar bones, which I had quickly become fond of. My eyes had begun to feel heavy and I leaned my head against his chest. I figured he had fallen asleep but I quickly learned otherwise when Harry rolled onto his back, pulling me with him so that I was half way on top of him. I squirmed a little at first before ceasing my movement as I settled down and began listening to his heart beat from underneath me. My eyes eventually closed and I drifted off to sleep again for a few more hours.

It was almost 10 when I woke up again, still laying on Harry. He didn't seem to mind though so I stayed where I was, drifting in and out of consciousness before I decided I should probably get up and start my day; I still had to work after all.

I lifted my head from him, resting my chin on his chest to find his eyes already open, looking down at me.

"Morning, beautiful." Harry said in a deep, raspy voice. He words gave me butterflies as he smiled at me, brushing my hair from my eyes.

"Morning." I said shyly as I attempted to sit up. My hands pressed onto Harry's hard chest to help myself up, my legs falling to either side of his waist as I leaned back. Harry let out a deep, involuntary groan as I did this and I looked at him questioningly before realizing I had basicially just rocked myself against him.

"Sorry.." I mumbled, clearly embarrassed as I scrambled to get off of him. He had other plans though, as he quickly grabbed my wrists and flipped me over so that he was on top of me. Harry leaned into my neck and bushed his nose against my skin before taking a deep breath.

"Don't tease me so early in the morning." He growled, pressing his lips on my skin below my ear and nudging his head further into my neck. Harry climbed from my body and slipped off the bed, leaving me with an increased heart rate and a little trouble breathing.

I sat up a little later and watched his back muscles contract and strain under his skin as he grabbed dirty clothes off the floor, tossing them into a laundry basket across the room. He walked over to his dresser, pulling a white v-neck, black skinny jeans and black briefs from it, his typical outfit for the day.

"I'm going to take a quick shower, okay?" He said to me as he made his way to the bathroom, "Don't go anywhere." He said firmly, turning to face me. I nodded and pulled the blanket back over my head. "I mean it, Lucy, stay in bed." His tone was serious but I just rolled my eyes at him.

"Okay, Harry." I groaned, pulling a pillow over my head as well. I didn't understand why he felt the need to be so protective of me in his own house when I was laying on the bed in the next room over. Of course, I didn't understand his need to protect me at all. Harry's actions confused me in general to be honest.

Not long later, I heard the bathroom door creak open and pulled myself out from under the warm confines of the covers to also get in the shower. Harry's towel hung lowly on his waist, bringing attention to his deep v-lines and his many tattoos. I forced myself to look away to keep myself from drooling or having my mouth hanging open. I walked past him quickly and went into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me.

The water was warm and felt great against my skin. I used Harry's shampoo, which was a little manly for me, but would do for now. I had just reached down to grab the conditioner from along the edge of the tub when my vision began to black out. I stumbled slightly and my feet slipped out from underneath me, causing a loud boom to ring throughout the bathroom as I hit the floor of the tub.

"Lucy?" Harry called through the door a mere second after I had fallen. "Lucy?" He yelled again, much louder and more frantic this time as he beat on the door.

My vision still blurred in and out but I had found enough strength to pull myself up into a sitting position. "Harry..I'm fine." I called back through the door, the blood must have rushed to my head too quickly and I had slipped. It happens to people all the time.

"Lucy, are you alright? What happened? I'm coming in!" He yelled again. His voice and assult to the door was making my head pound. I attempted to stand again, wobbing and kneeling so I wouldn't fall. I used the water from where I was sitting to take advantage of the 0.2 seconds I had left to make sure everything was rinsed from my hair before Harry came in. I heard him feeling around with his hands since his eyes were screwed shut.

"Harry..I'm okay.. I'm fine." I said from behind the curtain. I peeked around the corner to see him fumbling with the towel I had set on the counter, holding it out for me to step into. I stayed behind the curtain for a moment longer before standing and stepping from the shower, allowing him to wrap the towel around me and pull my soaking body into his.

"Are you.. covered?" He said some what awkwardly. I nodded against his chest and he finally opened his eyes, pulling me back a little to look at me. "Are you alright? Did you fall?" He searched my eyes for an answer.

"Yeah, I'm fine I stood up too quickly and blacked out and fell but I'm alright." I answered as he rubbed his hands on both sides of my arms. I was actually kind of embarrassed. I felt like a child, slipping in the shower and then having Harry rush to my side and wrap me in a towel. My face turned a deep shade of red and I walked quickly past him and into the bedroom, Harry following close behind me. I kept my back turned to him as I noticed my bags had been brought up from where I had dropped them last night, grabbing a pair of underwear, a bra, and a pair of shorts and a shirt.

"Is something wrong?" He asked suddenly. I stayed facing away from him, digging through my bag for a while before I answered.

"No..I just- I don't know.. I feel embarrassed.. I feel like a child. You didn't have to come in and try to save me or whatever, I said I was okay." I responded honestly. I turned around, still looking down and I tried to cover my flaming cheeks as I walked back into the bathroom with my clothes.

"I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to be intrusive," Harry's cheeks were beginning to match mine. Harry? Embarrassed? This was definitely something, "I thought you were hurt I couldn't hear if you responded or not.. I thought you had passed out.." He said worriedly. I took a deep breath and looked at Harry through the bathroom mirror.

"Sorry for getting upset.. I just hate feeling like a child." I said, even though my response and reaction was more childish than anything that had happened at all. Harry sighed in relief when I said this, glad that I wasn't angry with him.

"Well I'm sorry for making you feel that way." He said slowly, placing his hands on my hips. Harry looked into my eyes, trying to meet my gaze as he pulled me closer to him so that our hips were touching. He leaned in so that his forehead pressed to mine while he smiled, "will you forgive me?" He asked, sticking out his bottom lip.

"Maybe." I said softly. Our lips were a little over an inch apart. I began to become very aware of how I was only wearing a towel and how my fingers were likely to drop it because of how quickly I became putty in Harry's hands. Harry leaned in the tiniest bit closer before I stepped back a little. "I think.. I should put on a little more clothing, Harry." My voice came out shaky and I tried to cover it by clearing my throat. Harry took notice of this and laughed, his mouth still close to mine, before pulling away and walking slowly from the room.

"Doesn't matter to me what youre wearing." He said cheekily as he winked at me, leaving me standing in the bathroom alone.

(Thanks for reading guys, hope you liked this chapter! Comment and vote and what nott, thanks!)