Protect Me (Harry Styles)

Chapter 23

Harry's POV

Two weeks.

It has been two torturous weeks since Bailey's rescue, and she is still unresponsive.

Despite showering, using the toilet, and eating, I haven't left her side.

Each day I pray that she will awaken.

I would do anything to see those big brown eyes staring into mine paired with her dimpled smile that instantly makes me go weak in the knees.

I just need her back.

I need to hear her voice, feel her touch, and know that she is fine.

The lads have been by to check up on us on multiple occasions.

Each time they visit, they bring a little gift for Bailey such as a few flowers, stuffed animals, or chocolate assortments.

The kind gestures will surely make Bailey smile when she awakens.

If she ever does...

Bailey's POV

I miss Harry, so, so much.

I don't know how long I've been in this coma, but it seems like years.

I can only imagine how terrible Harry feels.

He probably still blames himself for me being in this state, which is stupid.

He had no control over what happened.

I just want to be held in his arms again, and talk about everything that comes to our minds.

I want to kiss his lips while my fingers curl into his hair and his hands rest on my hips bringing me closer.

I want to curl up on the couch and continue watching "Pretty Little Liars" with him.

I want to hear his cheesy jokes.

I want to hear him sing amazingly well while he showers.

I want to wake up and see Harry's beautiful eyes staring back into mine.

I am so in love with him, it scares me. But honestly, I don't care one bit. He has promised me countless times that he will never leave me and that he only wants me, and I believe him one hundred percent. The fact that we are mates calms my anxiousness slightly, but knowing Harry doesn't have feelings for anyone except me, makes me feel special.

The familiar tingles have not stopped fluttering around in my stomach due to Harry not leaving my side throughout this whole ordeal. He is amazing. I don't know what I would do if he wasn't in my life. I could've gotten an asshole as a mate who would leave me to suffer alone. But Harry is the sweetest person I've ever met. He is genuinely kind to others and cares about how they feel.

I wouldn't change a thing about him because he is just what I need.

Sure he has imperfections, everyone does. But those imperfections make him... perfect.

He is imperfectly, perfect.

Harry's POV

"Hey mate," Zayn's voice travels through the house.

"Hey," I reply glumly.

"How are you holding up?" Liam asks, coming into view, followed by everyone else.

They all hold a variety of gifts.

They each take turns placing their new gifts with their previous ones, adding to the ginormous pile.