Criminal (punk harry styles)

chapter twenty-three

Delilah's P.O.V.

I love you.
I love you.
I love you.

The words ran through my veins and made my blood sing. He'd told me he loved me before, but this time felt much different. It didn't feel like the love you feel towards your sister or best friend. It felt like the love you feel towards your partner, your lover.

Only 3 people have told me they loved me before Harry - my mum, my dad, and some guy I gave $3 to so he could get chips from the vending machine. This feels completely different.

It was a feeling that's indescribable. Similar to what a small child would feel on christmas morning, but stronger. It was like a thousand emotions hit you at the same time, but you feel no pain. Only pleasure. It was a feeling you'd want to share with the world, but at the same time keep it all to yourself. Purely amazing.

I felt alone driving away from the now crowded shopping center. Sitting in the back of the black van by myself made me realise I'd probably never see Harry again, the thought was enough to bring me to tears.

"It's okay, kiddo," my dad muttered when he looked into the rear view mirror. "It's over now."

The trip back to the house was silent. I didn't realise how strongly I had begun to rely on Harry. I was beginning to feel edgy with each passing moment that I didn't hear his heart-warming laugh. I was almost relieved when the house came into view. Almost.

I scampered straight to the steps that lead upstairs the minute I opened the front door, only to be stopped by my father calling out to me.

"Delilah, don't you think we should talk about this?" he sighed. His voice echoed through the now dull house.

"We will tomorrow, Dad," I croaked, inching up the stairs to my room.

"I spoke to the officers," he continued. "The trial will be held on Monday."

"Okay."

"Delilah, are you alright?" he asked.

"I'm fine," I turned and offered a weak smile that wasn't returned. "Just a little shaken up, that's all."

He didn't reply, so I took the chance of silence to jump the last 2 steps and run into my room.

Being in my room reminded me of Harry - everything did at the moment - but it was better than being out there with my family. I wasn't ready to be interrogated by my parents, the loss I was feeling was enough for now.

I collapsed onto my bed and grabbed my pillow, sobbing when it smelt just like Harry. It'd been less than 5 hours and I was already prepared to tear through the police station and break Harry out of the cell they probably had him confined in.

"Oh Harry," I sniffed. "I'm so sorry."

(a/n: sorry for the wait, I was grounded. -.- This chapter's a bit retarded because I did it on my phone, I'll fix it up when I get on my tablet. 50 votes, 25 comments? x)