Love Me Again. H.S

Chapter-13

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I was now on my bed, thinking about what just happened. I don't know what I feel about him. When he's around, I'm nervous and I want to run away but when he's not with me I feel unsafe. I want him with me every moment.

Does he feel the same way?

Does he miss me when I'm not around?

Does he want me with him?

I couldn't find the answers. I struggled every single day for these answers but yet I got no answer.

Why I only like him talking to me?

Why I only like him staring at me?

Why I only like him touching me?

What is it?

There was only one thing echoing in my mind.

I love Harry.

Really? I do?

I love being close to him. I love when he looks at me and gives me his beautiful smile. I love when he stares at me.

Yes.

I

Love

Harry

Styles.

As soon as I realised it, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning I woke up beside my teddy. I yawned, stretching my arms. I was about to get up when I realised I could not walk. I was trying to get up when door knocked. "Come in." I say, still struggling to get up, holding the bed side table for support. I was about to fall but he didn't let me. He circled his arms around my waist. I couldn't feel more safe.

"You're not okay Margaret. Don't try to get up." He said, setting me on the bed again. I could see the anxiety, the care on his face. Why he does that if he doesn't like me?

"Harry?" I say as he sat on the edge of my bed.

"Hmm?" He looked at me. I don't know why I called him. I couldn't do anything but to look at his beautiful face. I could look at him forever. I couldn't tell him what I realised yesterday. He was still waiting for me to speak but I couldn't find the words.

"What is it Margaret?" He asked but I still could not speak. I had no words. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs that I love him but I was afraid. If he didn't say it back I'll break into pieces.

"Margaret?" He waved his hand in front of my eyes.

"Oh yes, what did you say?" I got my voice back.

"You were saying something, not me." He smiled and his dimples came in view. It was so deep, so cute, so pretty.

"Oh! Yes...I-I was saying....something. Um...I-you-me..." I didn't know what to say. Why did I say 'you-me' ? I'm stupid.

"Yes?"

"I....just um...wanted to say thank you for everything." I gave him a little smile and he smiled back. I fell for his smile all over again.

"You're welcome Margaret."

I just love when he says my name. The way his lips move when he says it.

"Take care. I've gotta go." He said, standing up from bed.

"Harry?" He turned.

"Where are you going?" I asked, maybe he was going with that Blondie.