Broken ( Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

My eyes slowly began to open and I was a bit confused and disoriented. I looked around the room finding a sleepy Harry laying next to me. Suddenly the memory of Harry burying himself in me after saving me from a crying child flooded my mind. I smiled at the memory and I still couldn't believe that I was laying here next to him. Although it was just sex for both of us it still felt nice to wake up to him.

Harry's eyes fluttered open revealing his green orbs. I smiled at the sight of them thinking how they used to remind me so much of my mother, but now they just reflect Harry.

“Wow you are actually staring me straight in the eye,” he said his voice still groggy.

“What do you mean?” I asked furrowing my eyebrows together in confusion.

He yawned then spoke, “When I fist saw you here in London you couldn't look at me in the eyes. You used to look down or avoid my gaze. Your eyes would turn all watery and I could tell that you wanted to cry.”

I sighed turning my head so that I was looking up at the ceiling. I didn't even realized he noticed that.

“Do you want to know the truth?” I asked.

“The truth would be nice,” he said slowly.

“My mom had those same green eyes and every time I looked at yours her memory came back,” I said a bit embarrassed.

“Oh,” he said, “Well I'll make sure to buy contacts.”

I laughed and I wasn't sure why. Maybe it was a nervous laugh.

“You don't need to do that. I don't see her anymore. Now I just see you,” I said.

“Good, because I was starting to think it was a bit creepy that you were boning your mother,” he said jokingly.

I laughed grabbing the pillow behind my head and hit his head. His laughter filled the room and I felt my heart swell up. I've never heard him laugh before. He was usually always arguing with me or having sex with me. I stopped laughing and began to stare at him admiring the dimples that formed as his revealed his pearly white smile. I was enjoying the sweet musky sound of his laughter and I couldn't deny that it warmed my heart.

“Why are you staring at me?” He asked still giggling.

“When was the last time that you laughed like that?” I asked without thinking.

I shouldn't have asked that because as soon as the words came out of my mouth his eyebrows furrowed and his pearly white smile disappeared. He looked as if he was thinking about something, but he was sad about it. Almost as if he was remembering a sad memory. His eyes glisten with a hint of pain and I could help but feel bad and guilty for asking that question.

“Harry,” I whispered afraid of what he would do or say if I interrupted his train of thought.

“Sorry,” he whispered back taking his hand and running it through his hair.

“No I'm sorry. I ask a lot of questions sometimes and I can be inappropriate too,” I said.

His lips curved a bit into what I think was a smile and said, “It's just that I couldn't remember when the last time that I laughed like that was and when I started remembering...”

He trailed off and his eyebrows furrowed once more.

“You don't have to tell me,” I said.

“No I sort of want to,” he said.

“Oh.”

“The last time I actually laughed was a day when Monica and I pulled a prank on the band,” he lightly smiled then continued, “it was fun.”