Think of It As Crazy -Harry Styles Fanfic-

Chapter 6

I recommend listening to this during this chapter... it makes it more emotional. If you're like me and you get emotional easily you should probably not do this but you know if you want to cause yourself some more pain why not, right? http://8tracks.com/sigharry/sad

Harry's eyes seemed to become the size of watermelons.

"I remembered, Harry," I repeated. His mouth curved into the biggest smile I had seen since he took me.

Harry embraced me, his abnormally long torso taking up the whole upper half of my body. His long arms curled around me, and he pulled me close. He smelled just as good he did in the dream. I pressed my face into his chest, and snuggled closer.

"I love you," he whispered. I smiled into his chest.

And I almost said it back.

But then I remembered Josh.

I pushed Harry away and walked to the couch. I sat down with my head in my hands. I was going to cry again. In front of Harry.

No, please. Not near Harry. Not when he's already hurt so much. Not near Harry. Do not cry near Harry.

"Are you okay, Noey?" he asked, coming towards me. He kneeled beside me on the couch. The tears started to leak out.

"Noelle?" Harry put a hand on my knee. I pulled my hands off of my face and held his.

"I'm sorry, Harry," I said.

And then the tears came.

"Noelle, it's okay, this wasn't your fault. It's okay." But I just kept crying.

"Tell me what's wrong, honey."

I couldn't though. I couldn't even breathe enough to cough out one word.

"Breathe, Noey, breathe."

I cried for about 10 minutes straight before I could talk, Harry keeping me semi-calm the whole time... Well, as calm as anyone can get when they're crying their eyes out.

"Okay, now tell me what wrong," Harry said in a relaxed voice.

I took a big, shaky breath before I said anything, " Harry, I have a boyfriend, and I'm a horrible girlfriend for not remembering that he exists, and my parents will be wondering where I am, and Becky probably misses me, and Josh is probably scared and they don't know where I am and I don't even know anymore, Harry."

It was Harry's turn to take in a big, shaky breath.

"Listen Noelle. I know that this is hard for you, and what I'm about to tell you is going to make it hurt a lot more, but you need to know this," he said.

I looked at him, my hands squeezing his giant one. "Harry, tell me. If I need to know I need to know," I replied.

Harry's eyes looked absolutely beautiful in the light, but tears were about to spill over them.

"I don't want to tell you. I don't like seeing you cry, Noelle."

"Tell me."

Harry took in another wobbly breath.

"Your parents lied to you. Josh doesn't exist. He isn't on a business trip like they told you. Becky exists, but she isn't your best friend. Actually, you hated her. She worked with you, and you constantly told me how much you thought she was a bitch."

I frowned, a few stray tears falling onto my cheeks, but Harry didn't look up at me.

Noelle, the point of this whole situation is that they didn't want you to find me again. They never liked me. Ever. They thought I was trouble since I was different from everyone else. Noelle, they lied to you," Harry explained.

"How do you know this?" I asked, completely sure that this was some sort of joke. That all of this wasn't real. That I must still be in the hospital because I must've been hallucinating all day.

"I went to your house to see you because you hadn't been answering my texts. But the petsitter came to the door and told me you were at the hospital. I was mad. I mean really mad. Your parents hadn't even told me that you were hurt! So I got there as soon as possible and when I was just about to walk in and see you, they blocked me out. Since your father is chief of police he said that he would put me in jail if I ever spoke to you again. So the in the past two weeks I have bought a house far, far away from them and I took you so that I could have you again. They lied to you Noelle. They lied."

I looked at him for a minute, then more tears came. The tears came like never before. I screamed. I kicked. I hated everything.

How could my parents do something like that to me? They had no right. My life is my life, and I make the choices in it. I could feel how much I loved Harry just from the dream I had had. Was it even a dream? What do you even call something like that?

Great. Even more confusion.

Harry pulled me to his chest once again, but this time, he pulled me up into his arms. He carried me with his arms under my back and my legs. He carried me while I cried. He carried me while I screamed. He carried me all the way to a soft bed, where he held me until I cried myself to sleep.

Hey guys! So, I'm actually kind of depressed after writing this chapter.... Like seriously. This was an extremely sad chapter to write. But it was also kind of sweet... I guess. I don't know. Ignore me. I'm emotional.

Sorry about my absence!!! I have been extremely busy with school. Also, my parent's think I spend too much time on the internet, so they take away all of my electronics... so I CAN NEVER UPDATE! UGH. I'm sorry though. I will use my dad's laptop when I can.

I hope you enjoy this chapter... Thanks for reading! It means a lot to me!!!!

Madeline xx