Her Guardian (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

44: What Makes You Beautiful

"If only you saw what I can see, you'll understand why I want you so desperately, right now I'm looking at you and can't believe, you don't know oh oh, you don't know your beautiful."

Song: What makes you beautiful.
Artist: One Direction.

Harry POV's:

Loud music along with thunderous applause caught my ears from the first step I took through the club. Smell of alcohol, vodka, and various drinks filled my nose. Loads of teens in reckless ways dancing with the music, trying to escape the horrible reality, and get lost into their own world. I was used to see the same as these scene before me, it felt simillar in each time I entire a club or a party thrown by someone. I started to get sick of it, that's why I reffused to come tonight with them. Nevertheless she made me come.

I couldn't bring myself to refuse her request. I was afraid if I did she would fear me or think that I decide everything for her. She was still fragile in some ways I couldn't go again't. Perrie already asked me to come with her, I didn't want to come btween Zayn and her, since I knew they fucked up things together. I made my point obvious and reffused her request in a heartbeat, without hesitation, nor a second thoughts. But, when Anastasia's voice caught my ears through the phone, I felt wave of excitement to go to that party with her, I knew she wouldn't do that by her own, and I'm so fucking sure that Perrie told her to ask for my permission.

When my eyes spotted her petite figure climbing off the stairs, I swear breathe hitched through my lungs at her view; something I wasn't used to feel at all. She made a warm feeling to spread throughout my stomache, which caused uncomfortable and discomfort to build upon me, those feelings tended to irritate me every time I saw her. I shouldn't have felt that, but that what my life missed those past couple of years, she made me feel something; and those feelings made me want to protect her with my life. 

There we were. Sitting in the club's bar with Liam, Louis, and Niall. They were talking loudly, enough for each others to hear, since the music was stronger than ever, which made me roll my eyes in annoyance. Taking a sip from my wine, I turned around slowly to find Anastasia already occupied by a conversation with Eleanor and Sophia. I bet they were talking about my father's mansion and I, I noticed Anastasia's curious expression as she listened carefully to whatever the hell Eleanor was saying, I could tell she was curious about what had happened to them, and by the way they were chatting I could tell, they were telling her their stories, about being dolls.

I turned around to the boys, which were talking about something I didn't hear, I darted my gaze toward Louis who was already looking at me with his famous smirk upon his face.

"What are you looking at Styles?" Louis thick voice spoke through the music loudly, just enough to be heard. I noticed a state of expression upon his face sounded like amusement. I rolled my eyes at him, because I already got his point.

"I'm up for it with Eleanor." I answered calmly, sarcasm filled my tone as I wanted to joke with Louis. Which made him caught in discomfort.

"What?" He asked with wide eyes, which made me laugh loudly at his reaction.

"You should see your reaction Louis, it was priceless." Niall said with a chuckle beside me.

Louis cursed something under his breathe as I turned once again to her. She galdly didn't notice me looking at her, she was talking shyly as I smiled at her innocence, Eleanor and Sophia was taking sips from their wines while she was just listening carefully. I fucking forgot to bring her something. I thought to myself.

"Give an orange juice to that girl which wearing black in the VIP area." I demanded to the man in the bar as I pointed toward Anastasia, who was already busy with the girls, into a deep conversation.