Lovin' Styles

Don't Leave - Chapter 29

Riley's POV:

I sped out of the driveway, my hands clenched on the wheels. I looked at Harry one more time before driving away. 

His green eyes were watery, and he had this look - like he knew I was going to leave him.

But I wouldn't leave him. Permanately at least. I love him too much.

And he loves me.

Why am I doing this? It just hurts him.

I pulled into the nearest parking lot and rested my head on the steering wheel.

And I cried.

It's this stupid pregnancy, it's messing with my hormones.

But he hurt me. He told me that it's my fault that he and Niall are having arguments. It hurt. Niall has his own feeling - I can't stop that. It hurt he blamed me for something I can't stop.

I remember what I used to do when I was hurt.

I walked into the supermarket across the street.

I made a beeline for the kitchen section and picked out a knife.

Going to the register, I picked up a few lemons, and a dishrag, trying not to look out of the normal.

Once I paid, I went to the car and unwrapped the knife. I looked at it hungrily, and was about to slice my wrist when I saw Harry's face in my head again.

I promised I wouldn't.

But, it'll help, it always does.

No, it doesn't! It just hurts. And Harry'll be angry.

I sighed and set the knife down on the passenger seat and drove home.

I was proud of myself. I stopped myself. 

Harry stopped me.

I arrived at home, to see Harry through the window. Harry was sitting on the couch, and his knees were up to his chest. When he heard me pull in, he looked up and I cringed.

His eyes were bloodshot and red from crying. He was crying, again. He never cries. He cried. Over me.

I got out of the car and grabbed the bag with my lemons, dishrag, and knife.

He jumped up from the couch and ran to the door, flinging it open and running to me. He wrapped me in a hug, and I smelled his cologne. I smiled.

He started sobbing. "Shh, Harry I'm here."

He started sobbing again and pulled his arm. It was still wrapped around my body. 

"Harry, the paprazzi. Let's bring this inside." I whispered and he nodded, but didn't let go of me. Instead, he picked me up and brought me inside the house.

He crashed his lips onto mine. I could tell he was desperate for me to kiss back. I didn't. At first.

He pulled back and looked at me. "Why didn't you kiss me back?" He whimpered. I could see in his eyes, there was sadness. Lots of it.

I pulled the nape of his neck with my hand, guiding his face towards me and I kissed him first. I felt him smile under the kiss.

"I love you." I said.

"Then don't leave me ever again," he said, staring his green orbs into my blue ones.

"I won't."