Wicked Obsession

37.

Monday, August 5

I tentatively take a step towards Harry but keep my distance. He manages to crawl over to the wall and sit against it, hissing when his torn skin touches. Even though he is below me, weak and broken, he gives off confidence and power. His green eyes watch me closely and I am forced to look away.

I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. I shouldn't even be here, he doesn't even really care. Harry got what he wanted from me. A tear slips from my eye. 

He notices.

Harry sighs heavily before grunting and when I look up at him, he is struggling to stand up. I don't make any attempt to help him and once he's on his feet, he manages his way closer to me.

I'm frozen in place, my eyes averted back to the floor, as I feel him come closer. The hair on my arms rise, giving away his close proximity. I feel the familiar electricity that buzzes constantly between us as his feet come into view, covered blood, and another tear falls. His hand touches my cheek tenderly, the contact burning my skin. He lifts my chin so that I am forced to look at him. Even covered in blood and sweat, he is the most beautiful man I have ever seen. Another tear falls and then another, as I let myself feel my heartbreak rather than disguise it as anger.

He shushes me, wiping my tears away from my cheeks. "I hate it when you cry."

"How could you?" My whisper is broken and barely audible. "I loved you Harry."

He looks pained to hear those three words again and his eyes shine with an unknown emotion. His thumb brushes underneath my bottom lip as his eyes watch them and I can tell he wants to kiss me but he won't. Not unless I ask him to.

His eyes wander back to mine and he sighs heavily, an exhausted sound. The green of his eyes shines and for the first time since I met him, Harry Styles looks sad. I want to kiss him, tell him that somehow we can fix this but I can't. I know myself and no matter how hard I try, I'll never be able to trust him again.

I look away, not wanting him to read my expression but he doesn't allow it. His finger lifts my chin again and he gives me a heartbreaking grin that doesn't touch his eyes.

"If these are my last moments, at least let me see you."

Harry's thumb reaches up and softly brushes the corner of my mouth. I shiver but close my eyes to escape his gaze. He sighs and it's a hopeless and broken sound. 

"Let me start by saying: you resurrected a part of me that I thought was lost from the moment I sold my soul. You made me feel again. I promise that nothing will strip me of it, not even an eternity in the darkest pit of Abaddon.

I look up at him again which makes a small smile tug at the corner of his perfect lips. 

"Lucifer was telling the truth. Meeting you was no accident and pretty much every other accidental meeting was planned as well. The problem is that from the moment I met you, you have been extremely difficult and too smart for your own damn good. Despite how I came to be in your life, everything that happened between us was real and as soon as I spoke to you, I knew that I couldn't damn you. 

"You frustrate the hell out of me every second of every fucking day but I don't mind because of what I see in you each time you do. It doesn't matter how much of an asshole I am or  when I do things to hurt you, you continue to fight me and when I saw you fight for me?" He shakes his head in disbelief before his eyes focus entirely on mine, demanding my full attention. "You are my undoing Aurora Whitman. In every possible way."