All That Matters

Chapter 41

Harry's pov:

I can tell that Darsey's encounter with James really shook her up by the look in her face. As she leans into me on the couch I can practically feel her fear. For once I'm actually thankful for Louis. Imagine what would've happened if he didn't... I know James well enough to know that he wouldn't have hesitated to do terrible things to her and that pisses me off. She's gotten much to into this mess for me to just break up with her and believe that she'll be safe. I'm afraid that James knows how in love with her I am, even before I knew it myself.

"What are we even watching?" I scowl at the romance movie that had happened to be on the television when we turned it on.

"I have no clue," she comments, seeming glad to talk, keeping her mind of the horrible situation I've dragged her in to. She looks as though she's about to say more but I can tell she's exhausted as her eyes flutter shut. I chuckle softly to myself and keep my arm wrapped around her.

How is it possible for me to be so in love with someone I met 3 months ago? I thought love was impossible and that I'd never know what it was like to care for someone else more then I care for myself. Everything she does makes me smile and I know I sound like a prissy boy saying this; but it's true. Every time we touch, my skin burns with electricity, lighting up with every movement. And with every kiss, energy surges through my body, causing an unexplainable feeling.

After a while of me running my fingers up and down her arm soothingly as she slept, I take her in my arms and bring her up to my guest room. When I lay her down, she blinks open her eyes and speaks up. "Stay with me," she mutters sleepily. Without hesitance I obey, laying down beside her. I have to admit, I was right about how good I thought she'd look in one of my shirts. It makes her look like she's mine; and that's amazing to me. She sleepily smiles at me, her hazel eyes shining even in this dark room.

"You're cute when you're tired." she says to me with a little giggle. I have no clue how her personality can flip so quickly but I like it.

"Cute?" I chuckle. I don't remember ever being called 'cute' before. Not many people would call a tattooed jerk cute, but when she says it it sounds normal.

"Yeah," she nods. "you don't look as pissed off as you usually do." she teases lightly.

"Is that so?" I reply with a playful smirk.

She just laughs before speaking again, her tone more serious.

"I love you."

"I love you," I reply softly, the words still sounding foreign to me.

After a moment if hesitance, she breaks the silence. "Please don't leave me again." she says quietly, looking down.

"I've only done it to keep you safe." I admit.

"I know, but I don't think that strategy is going to work anymore." She says, sighing.

"It's not." I agree. She yawns, making eye contact with me again as she struggled to stay awake.

"Harry, I'm scared." she says, her voice so small I can hardly hear her.

"Don't be, Dars. He won't get near you ever again, I won't allow it. I love you to much to let anyone hurt you in any way." I say comfortingly, my sleepiness along with my accent making my words hard to understand.

She nods and a beautiful soft smile plays across her lips. I would do anything to make her happy; anything to keep her safe- and I have a dark feeling that I'll have to go to extreme measures to ensure that.

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Darsey's pov:

Harry's been asleep for about an hour now but no matter how tired I am I can't seem to fall asleep. Harry has both of his arms wrapped around my waist and his head is snuggled into my neck. Never in all my years have I felt as comfortable as i do now, with him. But a thought is bugging me. He's slept with tons of other girls, probably like this. They probably thought that he loved them and that they meant something to him but he was just using them.

He's different now. I need to stop thinking like that if I want to stay sane. Harry loves me. I know he does; he wouldn't have gone through all this trouble if he didn't. Right?

I don't know and I'm pretty sure I'm going to go crazy trying to figure Harry out. One minute he's being oddly playful, the next he looks as though he'll mug anyone that looks at him. But I love him more then I've ever loved someone before.

And I also need to face the fact that he killed someone. Well I guess it wasn't entirely his faulted and I know it's painful to him to talk about it but the image is pulling at my mind. Harry trying to drive while he's drunk, Roan in the passenger seat as she talks to him. Ae distracts him and in a split second her life was ended. Forever. I can't imagine the weight he carries for that, along with James who constantly pesters him about it. I can somewhat see why James wants to get back at Harry, but he's making it way more extreme then it has to be. Not only will he try and hook up with me, he'll want to kill me; and he almost got one of the two things tonight. The thought sends chills down my spine and I can't bear to think it anymore.

What happens if he does get what he wants? What would Harry do? What would Louis do? He hardly knows about any of this. He's expecting to come home in two days and I'll be over Harry, but instead I'm staying the night at his house, being threatened by his old gang 'leader' or whatever the heck you call it. What happened to make my life so twisted?

Harry. Harry happened. But not a moment has gone by that I have regretted meeting him. He is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me and the thought of loosing him could kill me.