Torn Up (Harry Styles/Bullying)

Chapter 22

Sandra's POV:

While we stepped inside I couldn't contain my excitement. I held my breath and squeezed Harry's arm. He looked over at me and gave me a cute smile.

My heart nearly stopped as we walked inside. It was beautiful and it felt like it was filled with love. Harry had already furnished the place, with all the right colors and designs. It was like he knew me more than I knew myself, which he probably did.

I took my shoes off and walked towards the big kitchen. Granite countertops cover the counters and dark brown cabinets filled the walls. There was two big brown chairs at the counter and a table across from the main kitchen area. The table was filled with chairs and cute little placemats. The floor was covered in big tiles, that were rough under my socks.

I walked into the actual kitchen and my heart swelled even more with joy. There already was a Keurig, coffee cups, a toaster oven, mugs and glasses, plates, silverware, food and appliances.

I kept walking and was lead to the living room. A beautiful leather couch with throw pillows and blankets came into view. A dark hardwood floor coated the room and a big table. Huge windows lined the area which allowed light to seeped in. The sight was breathtaking.

Pictures decorated the walls and a huge flat screen accompanied the other one.
Small candles filled the room and made the house even more cozy, if that was even possible.

I kept walking on my tour, stopping at some closets, bathrooms, a laundry room, storage room, a office, and the garage. Soon enough, we got to the bedrooms. There three but there were two that were a little smaller. The big one, the master bedroom, was for Harry and I.

This room too had dark hardwood floors and was painted green. The bed was huge, probably king sized, and had a beautiful comforter. There were two night stands next to the bed and a dresser. A T.V was on the wall and there were two huge walk in closets. The bathroom was gorgeous, beautifully designed.

But all of that isn't what caught my attention. I noticed picture frames, I
in every room. Inside each one was a different picture that we had taken and it was so thoughtful my heart hurt. There were ones from the first time we hung out and to the morning of school. It was beautiful.

Harry was leaning against the doorframe, so I walked up to him and snaked my arms around his neck. I placed my lips against his and mumbled a "thank you" before I kissed him.

Harry pulled my closer and placed his big, strong hands on my face. He brushed his fingers back and forth and then moved them into my hair.

We kissed like that for a long time, heating the room every second our lips were connected. Sparks sizzled and ignited all while we stood together against our bedroom wall.

We kissed in our house. Not his, not mine. Not at the school, not outside. But in a place to call our own.

This thought made me even more happy and needy of Harry. So I pressed my lips on his rougher and asked for entrance with my tongue, he gladly accepted the offer.

We explored each other's mouth as another crash of fireworks echoed throughout the room. My body felt all heated and I loved the feeling.

Before I knew it Harry's arms were on my butt and mine were in his hair and then under his shirt. I ran my hands gracefully on his toned stomach, and it was amazing. I was careful around his cuts and bruises, but I didn't stop.

This was the first time Harry and I were being a little more open with our kissing, but it didn't bother me.

Sadly, the world hates me and I needed oxygen so I could live. So I had to break away from the heated kiss with hard and heavy breaths. I mean, I was full out panting when our lips parted.

I tilted my head up to his and took in his beautiful appearance. His lips were red and swollen and his hair was a curly mess. His shirt was crinkled up a bit towards the bottom and his hands still rested on my back. I allowed a grin to spread over my face as I admired Harry.

Harry pulled my face back to his and rested his forehead against my own. He stared into my eyes before taking a deep breath.

"Sandra, I love you so much. I am thrilled that we are going to be living together and I am so happy you like the house. You are so beautiful and I want you to be mine, officially. Sandra, I would like to know, if you would like to be my girlfriend?"

My heart did a flip and then swelled with joy. You know when you are so happy that it hurts and your whole body tingles? That's how my heart feels right now and how my body is reacting. I can feel my eyes light up and my smile grow ten times in size.

"Yes, I would love that," I told him as I kissed him softly on the nose.

"I love you," I praised.

"As I love you," he responded.

*****

Harry had fallen asleep on our sofa while we were watching Bambi. He was so cute when he slept. I couldn't resist playing with his curls and stroking his soft face, he just looked so adorable.

I let him rest even though it was only 4:21 p.m because he had a rough day yesterday.

I watched him sleep, love filling up every ounce of my body. So much had happened this past week, and I'm so glad it was all because of Harry.

As I watched Harry my phone buzzed, which was weird because I only got texts from Harry.

To: Sandra
From: Zayn

Hey Skank, meet me at 5 at Chris's. It's time you start to live up your end of the deal. You've been slacking lately.

Fuck. Why now? Why do they have to torture me! It's been nicer lately , they haven't been bothering me 24/7. I haven't gotten major beatings from them, or my mom. Seconds later, I got another text from Zayn.

To: Sandra
From: Zayn

Oh and if you don't come, Harry will get another beating. Don't tell him you are coming either.

Ugh! Damn them for knowing that Harry is my weakness. He is my only love and I will do anything to protect him. But man, the nerve of some people! Now I have to keep something from Harry, and lie to him. One day I will stand up for myself and Zayn will regret all of this.

To: Zayn
From: Sandra

Okay, see you at 5.

It was almost 4:40 p.m now so I had to get going. It was a 15 minute walk and I couldn't afford being late, that would make things worse. A shiver ran down my spine and I started to shake. I carefully stood up from the couch, trying my hardest not to wake up Harry.

Lucky he was still sleeping and I let out a sigh if relief. I quickly out my shoes on and then wrote a note out to Harry. I placed the note on the table by the couch and kissed Harry goodbye in his forehead. I grabbed my phone and put it in my back pocket.

Then, I was out the door within seconds, literally walking myself back to hell.

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