Unlovable ✧ H.S

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

Harry's POV

Watching that cab drive off felt like I lost her again. I couldn't deny not being with Gwen but that was only for the last couple of days and it was only because I was too intoxicated to even know what I was doing. I woke up one morning and didn't even know where I was. I looked over and saw Gwen laying there with nothing on and her hair all messed up. That's when it happened. I knew that the only person I ever want to wake up to like that, is Hope. She's the one I want to spend my long nights with and the girl I want to come home to just to make my shitty day a good one. I walked back into the hospital and looked for Hopes mom. I found her sitting at her desk on the computer. I knocked on the door and waited for her to notice me.

"Oh, hello! Come in!" The older lady said with a smile identical to Hopes. I softly smiled back at her and sat down in the black leather chair.

"I'm not sure if you know who I am-"

"Of course I know who you are! You're the famous Harry Styles!"

"I'm really not that famous. I'm just in a band ma'am." I shook my head a little.

"Oh! No, I meant Hope would always talk about you! At least when I was home, that's all we talked about! Poor thing. I wish I could have been there every second of everyday to just be with her. I'm glad she had you as her friend!"

My heart melted and I could feel the sincerity in her voice.

"In highschool I wasn't much of a-"

The lady cut me off.

"And the way you've been here for her, it makes me feel like I at least did something right if she has you. You're a very lucky man. She's the most caring and compassionate young woman I know. Her down fall is that she's too forgiving. You should never lie to her because I know that it'll crush her and then she'll probably hide away and keep to herself. I remember when she was about eight, her goldfish died and I felt terrible because I over fed it and I had no idea how to tell her. I lied and said that he swam down the sink drain that led to the biggest ocean in the world where his family was and that she should be happy that he was happy now. The way her big blue eyes stared up at me, I felt terrible for lying but I knew that she couldn't understand and it was easier to tell her he was happy now than the fact that I killed the fish!" The lady laughed and I let out a low chuckle.

"Ya know, she didn't have much of a childhood here so those little moments, moments like the fish ones, were the best ones I could remember. I had no idea how to tell her that her daddy was gone -forever. I felt like she had an understanding of it though. I think that it was harder on her. Yeah, he was my husband and I loved him very much but he was her world. She doesn't trust a lot of people, especially men. If she opens up to you, don't let her go. Never give up on her." The lady finished with some tears flowing. I felt her pain. I felt Hopes pain. I'm such a coward. I just let her go. So many times I was such a dick to her and everybody else.

"Where would she go if she ran away. Like to hide away from everybody else?" I scooted to the end of the chair.

"The airport."

"Airport?"

"Mhmm. She would always drive there and I was always scared that she was going to leave but she never did."

"Thank you so much!" I stood up and opened her office door.

"I never got your name by the way!"

"Rose!"

"I owe you one, Rose!" I smiled and ran out of the door. I ran to my vehicle and raced in and out of traffic to get to the airport. There's only one airport in London and I was about eighty two percent sure she was there. I finally pulled into the Hemingway Airport parking lot and ran out of my car. I almost got hit by five vehicles and I smashed into the door because I pushed instead of pulled. I stood back up from my hard fall and composed myself. I walked through the very familiar airport and there she sat.

The place was pretty empty because planes had just taken off. Hope sat in the waiting area chair with her legs folded in the chair, elbows on her knees, and her palms cupping her face. I slowed my breathing and couldn't help but stare at her. She looked just like the Hope who I had been crushing on since ninth grade. The day I saw her I got butterflies and still do.

"You know I can see that you're here, Harry." I snapped out of my trance and looked at her.

"Why are you here?" She finally looked my way and I lowered my head.

"Why'd you come after me? I was sure you had finally given up on me."

I raised my head and walked towards her. She stared up at me and I cupped her face. She closed her eyes and a tear fell.

"I feel like I'm supposed to do this big speech like in those cheesy romance movies but I can sum it all up into a couple of words." I raised her head up and she opened her eyes that were red and glossy.

"Harry, I don't want-" I cut her off with my lips. All of this is new to me. The butterflies I feel, the softness of her lips, the way her mouth moves in sync with mine, the way my hearts thumping. I pulled away and she looked into my eyes. Those big blue eyes looked into my soul. It's now or never.

"I love you. And I'll scream it from the moutain tops if I have to for you to believe it."

"I LOVE HOPE PRESTON!" I yelled in the almost deserted airport. She laughed and clamped a hand over my mouth.

When did I, Harry Styles, become such a girl. I looked down and saw a twinkle eyed woman in front of me. The woman I want to spend my whole life with. The woman I love.

"I love you too." The words left Hopes mouth and I smiled a genuine smile.

"Say it again." I said.

"I love you." She said smiling with no cares in the world.

"I'm gonna need to hear that one more time!" She laughed at my comment.

"I, Hope Tabitha Preston, love you, Harry Edward Styles."

"That should do it. But next time, I want to hear you say that, it's going to be "I, Hope Tabitha Styles, love you, Harry Edward Styles." I said with a smirk.

"Deal." She said with an even bigger smile.

"Deal?" I asked making sure she was being serious. She nodded and I couldn't help the way my heart was feeling. It's that feeling you get at the end of watching a long, heartfelt romance movie. Like The Notebook. I want to have the love the couple in the Notebook did. I want to have the ending the way they did because I know that I'll never give up on Hope.

I'll stay til the end and forever more.

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