Rescue Me From Myself

Chapter Twelve

(A/N: hilsener mine herlige lesere! ;) (greetings my lovely readers). so here's chapter 12, it's not going to be tooooo spectacular because i have to write an essay tonight too, but i tried! 

and if it's not too much trouble, could i just get like a vote or a comment if you read this chapter? i feel like i'm doing all this work for no appreciation or if anyone actually reads this every time i update :((( but thank you!!! enjoy!!!)

I don't understand.

I trusted Harry with something I only tell people. I tell them my story. It's not Harry's story to tell, and I don't know why he told Zayn. And plus, he made me look like such a jerk for not telling Perrie right away. He made me look ridiculous. 

I was beyond pissed when he pulled me out of Niall's house. I know he was trying to help, and trying to be supportive, but he screwed up. I felt humiliated because now Zayn is going to tell Perrie and she's probably going to wondering what the big deal was for me. No one understands how much I hate myself. No one knows how I feel on the inside everyday. I smile. I smile like everything is the funniest thing I have ever listened to. But on the inside, I'm broken, and raw. I don't even cry that much anymore, only when I'm overwhelmed. I've run out of tears.

I noticed Harry kept glancing nervously at me the entire car ride home. I just turned up the radio so we didn't have to talk the entire way home. Usually I would hold his hand or laugh with him or at least do something, but I didn't feel like it. I felt betrayed.

We pulled up to my flat and I got out first and closed the door and walked towards my flat. I turned around for a second to see if Harry was following me, and he was.

Harry's POV

She turned around to see if I was still following her, and that small gesture made the sinking feeling in my stomach go away for a bit. At least she cared enough to know I was following her.

The ride in the lift was...awkward. I felt terrible. I made a mistake, and I just wanted to make it up to her.

She opened her door and kicked off her shoes and threw her purse on the sofa because she turned around to face me.

"Why would you do that?" she asked me, her voice was neutral.

"I'm sorry Lizzy. I didn't know it would upset you like this. I made a mistake, and I feel terrible." I told her. I rubbed my neck with my hand and I was feeling terrible. I mean it, I feel like an idiot.

She sighed and put her head in her hands and she let out a deep sigh. She sat down on the sofa and stared out the window.

"Lizzy..." I started and she whipped her head around.

"No Harry, don't Lizzy me! You had no right to do that! I wanted to tell them on my own terms, hell, maybe I wouldn't even tell them at all! It's my personal business and you had absolutely no right to be going around sharing it like it's the hot gossip on the street!" she yelled. She had tears in her eyes, but I doubt they were sad. She was pissed off.

"You're right baby. I was wrong." I told her. I couldn't think of anything else to say. 

"Yeah, you were." she sniffled and she picked up her legs to lay down. I cautiously walked over and sat down by her feet. She didn't kick me away, which was a good sign.

"Elizabeth, I love you. I didn't mean to embarrass you. That's the last thing I would ever want to do was hurt you." I whispered. She sniffed again, and she patted the spot behind her. I smiled a bit and laid down next to her and wrapped her against my chest.

Lizzy's POV

I patted the spot behind me, wanting him to lay down with me. I knew he was sorry, and now I just wanted someone to hold me.

He laid down and wrapped my body in his and placed small kisses on the top of my head. These moments were the ones when I really liked being with Harry, when I didn't think about my past, or even the future. It was the present I was in to.

"Harry..." I started and my words caught in my throat. I just...felt something then...like....love? Adoration? My heart was fluttery and my stomach was on fire, I needed to tell him. I was in love with Harry Styles.

"Yes love?" he whispered into my ear and I shivered.

"Harry...I think...I-I'm...." I started but I was starting to chicken out. Just say it Lizzy, don't be a puss.

"Hmm?" he asked.

"I....love you." I told him. His body tensed, and I turned around to look at his reaction. He was grinning ear to ear.

"I love you." He told me. I smiled and kissed his lips tenderly. Everything was going well right now, but I couldn't help but have a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that something bad was going to happen...