Invisible 2 (H.S. AU)

Chapter 17

(A/N: WARNING. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT! ;) XOXO)

Victoria's P.O.V

I woke up wrapped in Harry's arms and for once, I felt an overwhelming sense of calm. I wasn't freaking out about spending the night at his house, I wasn't worried about what my mother would say, I wasn't worried about anything.

I was happy.

I was happy in a way I've never felt before. It was amazing.

I watched my baby sleep peacefully next to me and my heart swelled with pride. I loved him so much.

I loved him so much it took my breath away. I never thought I would find someone like him.

Hell, I never thought I would find him.

We were like night and day, I was shy, quiet, and awkward, and he was outgoing, confident and sexy. The two of us should not mix.

I wondered if he loved me. I know he said it all the time, but I still wondered if he did. How could he? We didn't belong together.

We couldn't be any more different. What if he really didn't love me?

Fear sliced through me as doubt crept into my mind. The more I thought about it the more sense it made. He couldn't love me. No one could love me. I didn't deserve to be loved.

Who the hell did I think I was anyway? Some popular, pretty girl who actually got the boy of her dreams? Started spending the night at his house? Disobeying and lying to my mother?

What the hell was I turning in to?

Harrys eyes opened and he met my eyes.

"Baby? What's wrong?" He asked, panicked.

I hadn't realized I was crying until he pulled me close and started rubbing my back.

"Shhh don't cry, its okay. What happened? Is it your mom? Did I do something?" He asked.

"No...." I said slowly, sniffing. "You don't.... you don't love me. Do you?"

"What?" He asked, pulling away from me to look at my face.

I felt so stupid, I couldn't look at him. Was I seriously sitting here crying in his bed, asking him if he loved me? What the fuck.

"Why would you ask that?"

I shrugged, looking down.

"Look at me." He said.

Embarrassed, I didn't move.

"Look at me." He said again, softly.

Knowing he wouldn't stop unless I did, I sheepishly raised my eyes to meet his. The doubt in me noticed that he still hadn't answered my question.

"Why would you ask if I love you? You know the answer."

I couldn't speak.

"Of course I love you. Why wouldn't I?"

"But... but... we're so different." I said.

"Not really." He said.

I gave him a look and he amended, "Okay, okay, so maybe we are a little different but so what? Why would I want someone who was boring just like me?"

"You're not boring. You're funny and moody and cute and sexy and I'm... well me."

"Yes, you're you. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. You're sexy and sweet and smart and nice and.... Mine."