Through the Enlightenment (Harry Styles)[Bk.3]

58. Seeking

Elizabeth's POV

After venting out to Niall on the dock I decided to just head into the tent. Niall asked if he could take Misty with him to his tent, which I didn't mind cause I just wanted to be alone. When I came over to the tent I saw Harry talking to Louis by the semi lit fire, but I really didn't bother to figure out what they were talking about. Besides, I knew it had to be something about me considering that I literally ran away from him.

I rested on top of the few blankets that Harry had laid down on the floor of the tent. Sleeping bag weren't really my thing, especially since it didn't let me move around as much as I wanted. The noise of a zipper pulled my attention away from my the roof of the tent, my fingers absentmindedly twirling the charm of my necklace between my fingers. I lift my head off the pillow and see Harry crawling through the opening.

"Hey." He mutters.

"Hi." I reply and watch as he zips the door of the tent back up before moving to the space beside me, sitting down.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, after a while of just starring at each other.

Harry shakes his head. "No, I'm sorry. I should not have ignored you. I just feel like I-" He stops, letting out a breath.

"What, Harry?" I frown.

"I feel like I can't help you. I have no idea what to do or say to get you through this." He admits,his voice deadly quiet as he gazes forward, one of his legs folded up, his arm rested on his knee. "And I worry that I am not enough anymore."

What?

Tears sting in the back of my eyes as I bite on my lower lip. "Harry, is this about Niall?" He stays quiet, not bothering to look over at me and his silence is a well enough answer. I shake my head.

"When will you learn that there is nothing going on between us?"

"I see the way he looks at you, it's about the same way I look at you." He mutters. "The only reason why I haven't kicked his ass because he's your best friend and it'll make you upset."

"Come here." I gently order, holding my arms open for him. He sniffs looking briefly down at me before moving to lay beside me, resting his weight on his elbow, hovering slightly over me.

I reach up brushing his hair off his forehead before placing my hand on his cheek.

"You are one hundred percent correct, he is my best friend nothing more. He just wants to help us. Don't you think if he would want anything to do with me he would have some how manipulated us into breaking up?" I ask.

"I love you, Harry, how many times do I have to tell you?" I mutter. Harry says nothing, not making eye contact with me, making my feel uneasy.

"Look at me." I plea, placing my other hand on his face, his eyes flicker to mine and I frown at the sadness held deep in the river of green. "I love you, Harry. You are way more than enough. Other people are rivers you are the whole damn ocean."

"I love you and I can't picture my life with anyone else." I shake my head, tears pooling in my eyes. "I'm sorry, I know I have not been making things easy but that doesn't mean I am tired of being with you. I want you, Harry. You are my life."

Harry leans down resting his forehead against mine, letting out a sigh. "I love you so much, angel. I was so scared, my mind was running through the possibility that you were starting to be done with me and-"

I stop him mid sentence, pressing my lips to his, not wanting to hear the pain in his voice anymore. I want to kiss all of his worries and pain away. I want him to forget everything else but us.