A Beautiful Affair (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 19

Chapter 19:

Juliet's POV

I sat with my head in my hands tears threatening to spill onto my cheeks. The only sound was the ticking of the wall clock on the wall right of me. The TV was black and showed my reflection in the semi dark room. My face looked stressed and my brow was frowned. My lips were slightly pouted and formed a straight line. My head dropped down to my lap and I folded my hands above my knees.

After Niall said that I started rethinking everything. Would he call off the wedding for me? Would he ever go public with me? Am I just his toy…? I flinched at the last question that rolled through my mind. I'm not his toy... am I?

I squeezed my eyes shut and tears spilled over rolling down my cheeks. I didn't bother wiping them away. I didn't want to move. More tears kept rolling down my cheeks, but I didn't make a sound. It pained me to think this was all a game to him, that I didn't even mean anything to him.

I groaned and threw my head back against the couch cushion, I've been in this secret relationship for about two weeks and already have more feelings than I should have for Harry. I shouldn't care this much...it doesn't matter if this is just a fling. But I couldn't help the aching I felt in my heart to see my future without Harry. This is more than a like...more than a crush...I don't love him do I? No… I don't love him, that’s not possible to love someone so fast.

I starred at the white ceiling raking over my thoughts and questions trying to get them in order. My tears hadn't subsided, but kept freely falling.

I was snapped out of my daze by a raspy voice coming from the living room doors. "Juliet?" Harry questioned stepping into the room.

My hands quickly flew to my cheeks rubbing at them trying to wipe the evidence away that I had been crying.

"Jules..." Harry cooed wrapping his large hands around my wrists and gently pulling them away. My head was lifted from the back of the couch and strong fingers wrapped around my chin. "Have you been crying...?" he asked, worry spreading across his soft features.

I couldn't really say I wasn't crying because the sobs I've been holding back escaped my lips and my dry tears were replaced with new ones.

He frowned and pulled me into his hard chest. "Shhh…" he cooed, stroking my hair and leaving multiple kissed across my hairline. "What’s wrong?" he whispered into my ear, but I held back the words I've been going through in my mind about the marriage and replaced them with a shake of my head.

He didn't say anything else, just kept rocking me back and forth in his arms. Little did he know I wasn't just crying, because of my family, because of the hate I receive at school, because of the messed up life I once lived. I wasn't crying because of those simple things compared to what I was crying about at the moment. I was crying because when I was eleven, I wrote a letter to my future self saying, "don't fall in love", and I had accomplished that small command up until now. I've fallen in love. And the worst part is, I'm afraid he doesn't share those same feelings with me.

"Are you ready to tell me what's wrong?" Harry cooed into my ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down my spine.

One of his arms was draped around my shoulders and the other held my hand rubbing soothing circles across my palm. My head lay in the crook of his neck, and the air around me was heavy. My tears had subsided and my breathing regained it's original pace. My head felt like someone was sitting on the side of it and my eyes burned.

No one had come in to check up on us and it had at least been an hour. I wanted to straight up tell him what I was thinking about, my feelings but the only thing I could get out were "nothing." His grip around my shoulders released and he lifted my head from his shoulder.