Pain: Her (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 66

I fell asleep in Harry's arms last night. He must have gotten up and stayed downstairs for a while since I didn't see him when I wake up. My body is now more sore than it was yesterday but my heart is aching more. Harry has been through so much. I think someone who has lived for eighty years hasn't even gone through. And it's pathetic of me to keep reminding him of his horrible past. I know how hard he's trying to move on and he's basically begging me to help him but all I do is bring back the memories and force them back into his life. He's trying so hard to move on and I don't know how, but I just seem to always bring it back.

He has broken down twice in front of me. It's still unfamiliar because on the outside he's so strong and solid you wouldn't even think that on the inside he's like shattered glass. The only thing keeping him intact is his heart that he has been rebuilding and practically giving to me. I feel horrible for allowing him to crack the way he did because I know how strong he's trying to remain. I tell myself that I'm helping him by getting it off his chest but I honestly think I'm only making it worse.

Normally, I'd find it extremely creepy and weird that someone could be in love with me for two years without me even knowing, but with Harry I find it to be the most beautiful thing. I think because I was so fascinated and intrigued by him so quickly, I welcomed him into my life with open arms. Our relationship has been moving fast, really fast actually, but I don't think I've ever thought it was possible to reconstruct myself after Liam broke me down. Harry has help me healed faster and better than any therapist or professional could have; with that being said, I know I have to do the same with him. He has taken time out of his day and life to help me and make sure I'm happy. I love him so much I don't think I could ever imagine losing him and though he says he could never stop loving me, I know if I keep pushing him and pushing him, he'll suddenly stop. And when that day comes, I know all the walls Harry had built to fix me will come crumbling down.

I flutter my eyes open and the sun shining through the window hits my eyes causing me to shut them. I shift away from the light and hide under the blanket until I'm fully prepared to come back out. It's nine in the morning and I've slept for fourteen hours straight. Is that even possible? I think it was a well deserved sleep; I've been stressed and tired I think it did me well.

I'm fully naked when I pull the covers off and I wonder if my parents came in to check up on me when they came back. I don't think they did, but then again I wouldn't know. Just as I stand to my feet, my door nob turns and I jump back into bed and cover myself in case it's Alan. I sigh when I see Harry walk in the room with a cup of coffee in his hand. He's shirtless with his jeans and his hair is styled effortlessly into a high quiff, like always, and once our eyes meet his eyes shine and a smile grows.

"Hey." I smile sitting up and he walks over to me. He places the cup on the nightstand and crawls into bed with me.

"Good morning." his voice sounds a bit sore from the yelling, "how'd you sleep?" he quietly asks. I lie on my back and he rolls on his side while his elbow supports his body up.

"Great, are you okay?"

"Mhmm. Why wouldn't I be?" he wonders softly.

"No reason." I dismiss.

I look down at my chest and realize the necklace he gave me is gone, along with my ring and bracelet, "where'd the jewelry go?" I ask him and his eyes pop open in remembrance.

"I took it off when you were sleeping." he informs.

"Oh, thank you."

"You slept for a while." he chuckles running his fingers through my hair. He looks so exhausted and warn out; I hope he wasn't awake all night.