Inked {Harry Styles}

7

I open my eyes and look up at Harry who is beneath me, and find myself surprised when Harrys voice rumble beneath me.

"I can feel you watching me."

I was glad his eyes weren't open yet so he doesn't have to see my deep blush.

I press my lips against his.

"Good morning." He smiles.

"Hi.."

Harry sits us both up with me sitting cris cross in front of him.

"Did you sleep well?" He smiles at me, rubbing my arms.

"You're really warm." I giggle.

Harry smirks and stands up, scooping me up bridal style.

"Are you hungry?" He asks.

I shake my head.

Harry walks down the stairs and sits down on the couch, pulling me onto his lap.

"Al.." He turns me around to face him.

"Hm?" I smile.

"You gotta eat." Harry whispers.

"Im not hungry Harry.. Really. I'm not a big breakfast person." I give him a reassuring smile.

"When was the last time you ate?"

His face becomes more hard.

"Uh, yesterday." I lie.

"Really?"

"..No." I huff.

"Alex.. Please. You are hurting me when you hurt yourself." He presses his head into my neck.

Great.

I'm hurting the one I care about most in life.

I always do. People try to help me, get close to me. I just push them away.

I love Harry. I do. I've never been as happy as I am now, and I have never felt as safe and at home as I do now.

"I.. I love you, Harry." I smile.

"Really?" Harry perks up.

"I.. Think I do.." My smile gets bigger.

"I love you too." Harry smiles.

I lean into him and press my lips on his.

Harry grabs my neck deepening the kiss, as play with his hair.

Harry begins laughing.

"What?" I laugh along.

"Nothing.. I'm just.. So happy."

I blush as Harry kisses my nose.

"Are you happy?"

My smile fades.

That's a weird question.

Are YOU happy.

Not allot of people care to ask me that.

But when they do, I always say yes.

I have friends, I laugh at jokes. I go out allot and I have lots of friends who care about me. I know my life could be worse.

But then again, when I'm alone at 3AM, still awake, lying there in my bed thinking about my life, I fin my self crying my heart out. I suddenly convince myself nobody likes me. Or nobody ever will like me, let alone love me. I feel horrible and I question everything I have.

"Yes." I finally reply to Harry.

"Im not stupid, Alex.."

I look down.

"Al, I know you are hurt inside. You need to stop bottling your emotions inside of you, one day you'll blow. I'm here. I always will be. You need to remember, a human being can only handle so much."

He kisses me.

"Please, Al.. Tell me, are you happy?"

"No.." I look into Harrys eyes. My bottom lip quivering.

Harry pulls me into his chest and holds me. I instantly feel safe.

I breathe heavily, short breaths filling my lungs.

"Alex, please shh.. I'm here."

"I know you're here.." I clench onto his shirt.

Harry starts humming a familiar song.

But soon his hums become words.

"Isn't she lovely,

Isn't she wonderful.

Isn't she precious.

Less than one minute old.

And I've never thought,

The love we'd be,

Making one as lovely as she,

But isn't she lovely made from, love."