Why do I love you? (Harry Styles fan fiction)

Hold me

I watch as Harry stocks the amazing marble fire place with logs.He soon lights them causing a fire to blaze immediately.

I've always been fascinated with fire,the way it moves.I'd rather watch that than television,so mesmerising.

"There that should warm you up" He says with a smile.

He grabs a long White t-shirt and a pair of pants out of the airing cupboard in the hallway.

"You can change into these if you want,in the bathroom" He offers handing me the clothes.

I nod still shivering as I take the clothes into the bathroom.I peel off my soaking clothes off of my body,shivering as I remove each garment and chucking them on the floor.

His bathroom is beautiful,an amazing bathtub,shower,granite floors.

I leave my knickers and bra on,I pull his t-shirt over my body,which reaches just above my knees and his pants on for extra warmth.

My stomach soon feels queazy and the room starts to spin.

I lift the lid of the toilet before throwing up.

"Cara are you okay" Harry asks tapping on the door before he barges in.

He holds my hair out of the way as he rubs my back with his spare hand.

I continue to throw up down the toilet as my nose and eyes begin to sting.

I can't believe I'm doing this,I didn't want him to see me like this.

I shut the lid and flush the toilet.I wash my hands and run the cold water over my hands before rubbing my eyes with cold water.

I look dreadful,my skin is pale,my eyes are all blood shot and I'm grey under the eyes,my has wet,ratty and tangled.

I huff and sit on the toilet seat.

Harry hands me a water and a headache tablet

"Take these" he instructs

I nod before doing as I'm told.

"Can I get you anything?" Harry crouches down in front of me

"My tooth brush please it's in the red bag,it should be at the top of the bag" ask him

"Sure" He replies unzipping my bag and handing my tooth brush.

He grabs the toothpaste and put some toothpaste on the brush for me

"Thank you" I take the brush from him and furiously brush my teeth.

He nods before exiting the bathroom

Rinsing and brushing away that dreadful bitter taste that was in my mouth.

I leave my tooth brush on the side of the sink and join Harry to sit back down on the couch.His arm is resting on the back of the sofa.

Silence rings in the air

"I'm sorry" I tell him