Think About Love

Part Two: "With All My Heart."

Julie's POV

      I woke up on a soft bed of satin sheets. I rubbed my eyes and opened them only to see the bright light of the sun shining through the window. Where was I? I sat up, beginning to panic. I jumped out of bed but tripped on something, hearing a loud groan. I looked down to see a shirtless man on the floor holding his side where I tripped over him. I ran for the door but he got up and softly grabbed my arm, spinning me around. "Hey, it's okay. It's okay." I thrashed in his arms. "Who are you!" I screamed. He froze. "Y-you don't remember?" He whispered. I stopped and looked at him, what was he talking about? He led me to the bed and sat me down and kept his arm on my shoulder. I was so confused, what happened? Why am I in his house? He took a deep breath and began the story.
-minutes later-
My mouth dropped in awe. Memories came flooding back as he spoke. I remembered it now, he was the man with the curls. I shook my head and put my face in my hands. I thought over the story, but there was still one part he hadn't explained. "Why am I here?" I said. "Oh yeah, you fell asleep and I carried you here, to my flat. You woke up and didn't want me to leave, but I didn't know if you'd be comfortable with me in the bed, so I um, took the floor." He said nervously, scratching the back of his neck. I smiled. This man had no knowledge of me and I had no knowledge of him, yet he came to my rescue when he didn't have to. I could have died back there. He even slept on the floor, knowing I wouldn't be comfortable. "How can I thank you?" I said quietly, looking at him. He smiled back, genuinely. "It was my pleasure." He said. We smiled at each other for a minute until he coughed, breaking the comfortable silence. "So, uh, I'm going to make breakfast..." He said awkwardly. He stood up and I took in his appearance once more. He was wearing grey joggers with the black band of his Calvin boxers peaking over. His lack of shirt made it easy for his toned abs to be exposed to me. He walked to the door and his back muscles flexed when he opened the door handle, despite the lack of effort he put in. Once the door was shut, I sighed and flopped back on the bed. I thought about all that's happened in the past day, and I couldn't believe it.  And now, here I am, in a still-unnamed stranger's house, and he saved my life. Can't say that everyday. I got up and walked out the door and down the hall, taking in the house. It was beautiful, actually. A large hallway with a balcony, and over the balcony was the living room and kitchen, you could see everything. I looked down to see him in the kitchen cooking, and I fumbled down the stairs, eager to eat something. "What's your name?" I said when I got there. He turned around and smiled. "Harry Styles ." He said, and then asked for my name in return. "Julie. Julie Derrick." I said. He stuck out his hand and I accepted it, my hand fitting perfectly in his. "Nice to meet you, I guess we never formally met." He said, going back to stirring what I assumed to be eggs in the pan. He let go of my hand and the nice warmth left, I was slightly disappointed. I turned and sat on a stool that was beneath the island. He grabbed plates and put the eggs on them, handing me a fork and a piece of toast as well. I dug in as he sat next to me, staring. When I looked up, mouth full, he laughed at me. My eyebrows furrowed as I mumbled "what" with my eggs and toast still filling my mouth, glancing back to my plate. He shook his head. "You're just cute." He said under his breath. I looked back up and saw him looking at me, only to gaze away, a blush creeping on his cheeks. I was really self conscious about doing this, because I had never done it before . But in the moment, I leaned over and pecked him on the cheek. He looked shocked and I was afraid he would yell at me, but he cheekily smiled and looked at me. "As a thank you." I whispered. He nodded his head and looked down at his food, clearing his throat. I looked at him and could tell there was something bothering him. "Harry, what's wrong?" I asked quietly. He shook his head again. "Nothing." I could tell something was there, but he wasn't letting up. "Tell me, it's the least I can do." I said. He looked up at me and took a deep breath. "Last night, when I asked if you wanted to go home, you were freaking out, what happened?" He questioned. I sighed, closing my eyes. I really didn't want to think about it, but I knew he'd bring it up sooner or later. I had to tell him. "Um, well. I came home yesterday, and I found my boyfriend cheating on me with my stepmom." I whispered, my voice cracking. He dropped his fork as tears brimmed in my eyes, and this time I let them fall. He pulled me into his lap and I sobbed into his chest for the second time in 2 days. "Shhhh. How long had you been together?" He whispered. "T-t-two years," I said. "I don't know what's wrong with me." When I said that he pulled me back to look at him. "Hey, stop that. Nothing is wrong with you, okay? That guy is a douche bag, and anyone would be lucky to have you. You've had a rough couple days, Julie, but you're perfect, especially to me. And don't let anyone tell you otherwise." When he finished he leaned me back into his chest. "You mean that?" I asked. "With all my heart," He said. "Now come on, wipe those tears, beautiful. Don't waste them on someone who doesn't even deserve to see you smile." I chuckled a little, feeling safer in Harry's arms than I had felt in a long time.