The Broken Hearted Girl (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

*2 weeks later*

I still can't believe it, I really met Harry Styles. No that's wrong, he wanted to meet me. I'm just a little girl and he's a famous pop-star. But I don't see him this way. He stopped me from cutting, he gave me hope, he's the reason why I'm still alive. That's all. I'm totally in love with him but he'll never feel the same about me. He could take every girl. Why me?

I'm already back home. I'm really glad about it, there's nothing I hate more than hospitals. All those people who doesn't tell me what's wrong. It drives me insane. I feel some aches in my tummy. "Eat something" my mind yells. I didn't eat the whole day. All I can think about is Harry. His dimples, his flawless smile, his sparkling eyes. People say that nobody's perfect. But this boy was and he was all I needed. My air to breath and my sunshine to grow. It's magical how you can fall in love with someone you barely know.

I heard a knock on my door and rushed down the stairs, opening the door expecting my daddy but it wasn't he.

I felt shivers going down my spine. I stared at this perfect humanbeeing in front of me. And I couldn't help, I literally jumped on him when I hugged him. I don't know how long we hugged. My mind can't think clearly when he's around. After a while it started feeling awkward just standing in front of my house hugging so I tried to loose myself from Harry's strong but protect iv arms but he just hugged me tighter. "I promised not to leave you so don't you dare to leave me." this angel whispered into my ear with his raspy but also lovely voice.

I couldn't move anymore. His angelic scenes made its way to my nose, I inhaled it deeply and a big grin came up on my face.

"Let's go inside." I hardly whispered. Harry's eyes widened up and started to sparkle. I never felt this comfortable before even this boy made my knees weak. He grabbed my hand and we both walked inside my house and set down on the couch. There he was. "How are you?" he softly asked me. Did he really ask me how I feel. He really cared about me. To be honest I never felt better even I had heavy headaches from my operation but he made me forget all the pain. He moved a bit closer to me and touched my hand. I felt his touch all over my body. Damn I was totally in love with this boy, just his existence made me die a little. I don't know how people survive this? Loving someone so much that it already hurts. I slightly shacked but he gratefully didn't notice it. I wonder if he just does this because he has to or does he really like me? Maybe a bit more than like. But I didn't think that he would feel the way about me as I feel about him. How should he? Why should he choose me? I looked into his perfect eyes and they started sparkling as I realized that I looked at him but he also saw the worries in my eyes. "You think I dodn't do this for you, don't you? You think that I have to do this. But I would never do this to you? Let me proof you wrong and go for a dinner with me this evening? he said. "Like a date?" "It doesn't have to be one if you don't like to just give me a chance to let me know you better. I'll pick you up at  7pm today. Make sure you wear something you're comfortable in." I nodded not trusting my voice. I died inside for about luckiness. He really asked me for a date. Me the girl that never had luck. That got bullied. He kissed my forehead and left the house. I wanted to go with him but I couldn't get up. I looked at the clock. Just two hours left. I went straight to the bathroom and took a long hot shower. I still didn't realize that Harry just asked me. That he was in my house and that he hold my hand. Again. That was one of the most beautiful and magical moments in my entire life. A moment where you forget everything around you even the most horrible things which ever happened to you.You just listen to his heartbeat because that's the thing that keeps you breathing and dreaming. As long as he's alive you're alive. Every time I had a down or something horrible happened and thought about him. I knew he was with me and I kind of understood why all of this happened to me. If a single second of my life would have been different I might haven't met the love of my life and I know it's difficult to understand but if I had the chance to relive my life I wouldn't change anything because true love is the best thing you can get and I just got it. And he asked me for date.

I got out of the shower and went to my room and opened my closet. I quickly looked to my clock. 1 hour left. What should I wear? I chose a denim blue jeans and a basic shirt paired with my pair of converse, I loved them to death. I put some make up on and looked at myself in the mirror. And I kind of liked what I saw. It wasn't this broken girl anymore. Harry fixed me and I'll thank him forever for this. My eyes sparkled and I stupidly smiled at myself. Í heard a knock on the door. I felt how my heart started beating even harder. I had troubles with walking down the steps to the front door. I was totally weak in my knees and I didn't trust my feet to hold myself. My little body. I opened the door and shyly smiled at Harry and he looked like an angel right from heaven. He wore, of course, a black pair of skinny jeans and a white v-neck shirt with his brown boots but he didn't look human anymore. He grabbed my hand and intervened our fingers. My heartbeat got quicker and quicker I was not sure if I would ever be able to think clearly when he's around me. I'd do anything for him. He's my hero. We went to his black car and he politely opened the passenger door for me I sat down and waited for him to sit down as well. I realized he head some rings around his fingers. Just a few but it made him look even more beautiful. "Where are we going?" I asked him."It's a surprise" When we arrived he opened my door again, he was such a gentleman. He positioned his huge hand on my lower back and lead me to our table. It was a nice little restaurant in London, I didn't know it. We set down and he smiled at me. He knew that I was nervous but I didn't care. He started the conversation and asked me random questions just casul things what I like what I didn't like. I als wanted to ask him some questions but he just didn't stop asking me. "Why do you want to know all these unimportant facts about me?" I asked him after a while. "I just want to know the people I like really well and you're definitly one of them." DId he just say he liked me? It got cold over my back for a moment. Damn this boy made me weak, I loved him so much. I wanted to jump on him and kiss his lips so bad. The way he talked, ate, walked... He was perfect and I don't even know how I'm going to survive this but this is how it feels like when you're deeply in love with someone and that's what I am all I can wish for is Harry. 

My eyes got heavy and I just wanted to fall asleep so Harry got me back home. There were we. Harry and me, in front of my house again. I wanted to kiss him, that our lips could touch and I could taste him but I was to shy and also kind of traditional. I think boys should always do the first step. So I stared into his beautiful green eyes. They got a bit darker. I felt his right hand on my hip pulling me closer to him the other one stroked my bangs out of my face. He leaned his face closer and our lips touched. My world stopped moving. "Goodnight angel." He said softly then he gave me another kiss and went back to his car. 

I opened the door and run to my room, jumped on my bed and fell asleep still in my clothes. Dreaming about Harry. How it would feel to see, touch and kiss him again.