My Darling ♥

chapter 79

- - - NEXT DAY - - -

Lizzy's POV.

 the alarming buzzing of the digital clock in the room wakes me from my sleep.

i hear a groan come from harry as he pulls a pillow over his face.

"make it stoppp" he whined.

i giggled at him as i swing my legs off the edge of the bed.

making my way over to the annoying noise i smack the snooze button ad jump back on the bed. a breathless groan comes from harry when i land on him but he twists his body so i'm laying on his chest. his bare skin is warm and soft, yet hard and a little moist. 

"good morning, styles" i say.

he kisses the top of my head and i smile. "good morning darling" his raspy morning voice rings through my ears, sending chills down my spine, forming goosebumps.

he chuckles. "am i extra effective on you today?" he nibbles at my ear lobe and a small whimper comes from my lips as he grazes his teeth over it. 

"n-no" i stutter. mentally smacking myself for my voice coming out so weak.

he chuckles again. "you're not going to school today"

"yes. harry, i have to. i've missed an entire week from the hospital incident" 

"and that's exactly why i'm not letting you out of my sight"

"but-"

"no buts"

"but-"

"no buts"

"but-"

"no lizzy. i wasn't theret o protect you from hitting your head and getting a concusion. but i'm here now, and there's no way i'm going to allow you to go out of my sight"

i puff out a sigh and sit up, crossing my arms.

then an idea pops into my head.

i smile and lightly jump on the bed. "what if you come to school with me?"

his eyes widen and he shakes his head. "no way"

"why not?" i whine.

"i'm sorry but i really don't feel like being ambushed by a bunch of fan crazed girls today" he says sarcastically.. partially sarcastic.. i hope.

"but-"

"and if i do go then all of those fans will give you a ton of hate. i don't want you to get hurt. and the fact that they are highg school girls and one direction fans.. they will tear you apart. no way"

"but you could bring paul. he'll protect us. please harry. please"  i pop my bottom lip out and give him puppy dog eyes. 

i can see the debate going on in his head.. but i can tell my puppy dog eyes are winning and couding over all of his common sense.

he sighs. "fine"

"yay!" i lean down and give him a swift kiss before i push off him and run over to our dresser.

i looked over the few clothes i had with me.. 

the dark blue long sleeve that i wore my first night here, a short sleeve purple magenta shirt and the back is all lace, my loose black beatles tank top, my loose black tank top that said 'wild spirit' with a feather underneath the letters, a loose plain white t-shirt and a couple undershirts/spaghetti straps. also, my light wash ripped jeans, black skinny jeans, a couple pairs of my hollister shorts (one with studs on the back pockets, a dark denim, and a white pair) and my light wash high waisted shorts. and my grey and black cardigans. and a couple undergarments and some shoes, my white vans, my tan combat boots and my red converse. i also had alex drop off a few of my belts and jewelry. 

i know, i know. it sounds like a lot.. but it's really not when you're living off of it for three weeks. i have to go back and get more stuff.. or better yet. just take all my stuff back and go home.

i'm not even sure why i'm still here..

am i living here with them now?

..

i have no idea.

i shake the thoughts away as i get dressed. i put on a white spaghetti strap and tug on my beatles tank top over it, tucking it into my dark denim hollister shorts. i slip on my red converse and put my hair up into a ponytail. sticking my diamond studs into my first and second piercings and cliping on my cuff at the top of my left ear, the chain hanging down and connecting with the stud in my second piercing. 

walking into harry's bathroom i unzip my make up bag, putting on very light make up. no cover up, just mascara and a little bit of eyeliner. as i gently squeeze my lipgloss tube harry comes into the bathroom and watches me from the doorway.

i put my stuff back in the bag and zip it back up, putting it back where it was on the counter. i walk over to harry and he gives me a look that makes me question myself. 

i look down at my outfit and find nothing wrong or out of place. i look in the mirror and inspect my face. nothing's wrong.

i study his face as the corners of his mouth turn into a curious smile. "why do you wear make up?" he asks.

"umm.. i don't know" i shrug, "lots of people do"

"i didn't ask about other people. i asked about you"

"uhh.. i don't know. i just do"

"but you don't need it. you are beautiful even without it"

i blush lightly. "thank you"

"so if you don't need it why do you wear it?" he asks.

i shrug. "i don't know harry. it makes me feel better about  my appearance. it makes me feel presentable" 

"why does it make you feel better about how you look? you are beautiful lizzy. most girls ruin their appearance with make up"

"that's because they put a lot on. i barely put any"

"but i don't want you to turn into one of those girls"

"do you want me to just wash it all off?" i ask, annoyed with this subject.

"no. if you like it then keep it on" he looks down at my shirt. "i like your shirt" he backs away and turns, walking out of my eye sight.

what is his problem?

i close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. 

i will get through today without having a panick attack.

the only reason i want harry to come to school with me is because i want him to make sure hunter and josh don't come with in twenty feet of me.

i have no desire to talk to either one of them, and harry will make sure that they don't get to speak a word to me.

i don't want harry to be trampled by screaming girls either but if it means i'll be protected from josh and hunter, then i'm willing to risk it.

paul will be there to make sure it doesn't get too out of control.

i walk out of harry's room and down the hall, to the kitchen.  my eyes locking with someone's who i didn't particularly feel like seeing today. 

i already feel the tug in my chest.. and the day has only started.