Forgotten

Chapter 36

We ended up ordering in. We wanted to stay behind and talk. He told me how he had gone to Liam’s hotel room and punched him straight up. When Liam asked why he had done it, Harry responded with,
      “Don’t touch her. Men don’t hit women!” It was crazy, from what he said. Liam punched him in the mouth, and started crying again. Then he yelled at him to never come near me ever again, and left.
 
      “I don’t think you realize how much I want to kiss you” He said, setting down his tea and walking over to me. I was sitting on a stool at the counter and he was leaning against the fridge.
      “Then why don’t you do it?”
      “Because my mouth hurts too much. But I really want to kiss you, and it’s killing me” he groaned. I wanted to kiss him too, so bad, but the numbing cream had just worn off. I laughed and walked over to the medicine cabinet, searching for another tube of cream. I could feel Harry’s long arms snake around my waist and gently pull me against him. He rested his chin on my shoulder, rising and falling when I went up and down on my tiptoes. Finally I found the numbing cream and turned around, lightly dabbing it on his cut lip. After a minute of lip twitching and giggling, he leaned forward and pressed his swollen lips onto mine. Thankfully the cream had rubbed in all the way. His mouth opened and he hoisted me up onto the counter, not in a sexual way but just to make it more comfortable for me. I ran my tiny hands along the back of his head, feeling every baby curl there was. Every once in a while he would flinch, because his mouth was still messed up, but he kept going.
 
Hours had passed, around 1 am the rest of the gang walked in. Harry and I were sitting on the couch, watching a Christmas movie.
      “Hello Lovers! How was canoodlaling? Is that where it is?” Niall slurred. He was plastered drunk. They were all a little tipsy. We all went to bed some 10 minutes later. Niall and Greg slept on the pull out. Zayn, Perrie, Eleanor and Louis slept in the guest bedroom. Harry and I slept in my room.
We layed there, we didn’t do anything. He rubbed my back until I fell asleep.
      “I love you Beatrice. You know that right?” He whispered in my ear, and left tiny kisses down my next and shoulder. I was staring at the picture Niall have given me.
      “I do. And I love you too.”
 
I was still looking at the picture. Harry was still rubbing my back. I finally felt at home. I had my brothers in the other room, my best friends in the guest, and the boy I loved right next to me. I suddenly realized that I hadn’t been forgotten about, I had been saved from everything.  Niall had protected me from all the hate I could have received, all the horrible mobbing and constant yearning for pictures. He may have gotten caught up in his fame, but he was here now. He was here, with me. He was forgiven.







A/N THATS THE END GUYS! This story is officialy completed. If you want me to make a sequal, just comment below! "Ignite" is still going on so go check it out! Maybe even start "The Crowley School"? I don't know it's just an idea ;). I love you all, and I hope you loved "Forgotten" as  much as I did. over 12,000 reads would be amazing and you can share it on twitter or instagram or facebook if you live in the stone ages. haha i love yall and happy reading!