DRIFTED |Harry Styles|

CHAPTER 18

HARRY'S P.O.V.

Telling Mel about everything that I've been going through, seemed to have lift a weight from my shoulders. Nevertheless, the amount of guilt that I kept carrying with me was the same. I was just relieved to know that I wasn't on my own anymore and that I could trust someone with all of my problems, without being judged.

At first, I thought that it was all too good to be true. How someone like Mel could keep coming back after everything I did to her? Even after telling her how big of a fuck up I am. But then she made it clear that she'd be with me through everything from that moment on and all I could hope for was that she really meant it and she'd never leave my side again.

I don't actually know how I managed to survive those two hell of weeks without her. Basically, the only thing that kept me sane was all the sex that Claire was providing, but I couldn't deny that all those times that the blonde, desperate girl was grinding herself over me, all that I could think about was Mel.

I couldn't help but feel disgusted with myself for allowing Claire to come back, even when I knew that she'd never be the same as Melissa and when in reality, I should have been chasing her to the ends of the earth. I was an asshole, I knew it, Mel would never deserve for someone to treat her like that, but I was selfish enough to not tell her anything and just let things be.

For fucks sake! I just got her back!

I was finally happy, for once, all because of her and there was no way that I'd leave her again or let her go. She was mine and I was hers, body and soul. She was my first thought in the morning and my last one before what I so called sleep. I didn't even knew if she realized what she was doing to me, but it was working oh-so perfectly. I was completely, deeply and undeniably under her spell.

Before her, my empty nights were filled with alcohol, tight dresses and pretty faces, but, after her, I didn't see no more reasons in drinking and chasing after shallow, lonely girls at dirty pubs.

Of course, I was nowhere near ready to be in a relationship, but if that was what it would take to keep her, then I'd gladly try it until I succeeded. God, I'd even marry her if that was what she wanted.

Marry her?

Wait.

Did I love her? No way. It was too soon.

I mean, I've never loved anyone since my mom's death and being abandoned by my sister and father, not even myself. But Mel... She was worth it, she was my everything, she was my savior angel and, most of all, she was mine.

I spent the rest of that Saturday doing nothing, except waiting for her to knock on my door. I showered after Mel left and then sat on the armchair beside the couch, staring at the door and waiting for the hours to pass so she could be in my arms again.

Liam kept trying to make small talk with me, asking about my relationship with her and noting that I was myself again after yesterday's party when I finally got her back. I was only paying attention to what he was saying because the main subject was Mel, but I didn't make sure to answer him or give him any information about what was going on, so sooner or later he just gave up and left the room.

I tried reading, I tried watching TV, playing on my phone, writing some essays for classes at university, and I even cooked dinner so she'd have a nice meal waiting for her when she arrived. Nothing made the time pass quicker and I was growing more and more anxious by the second.

Was she still at work? Was she on her way? Has she been in an accident? No... not even the thought of that was something bearable. Did she bumped into some friend on her way here? Was she fighting with Ana? Did she meet Jack? If that motherfucker is anywhere near her, I swear I'll... My thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door, indicating that the moment I was waiting so impatiently had arrived.