Save You (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 34

Just to remind you guys, Kiera is Skyler so don't get confuzzled! <(^.^)>

**Kiera's POV**

This was so overwhelming. So overwhelming I almost committed something extremely undoable. I was ready for it. So ready for all the pain to end, but then Harry showed up and halted everything.

I couldn't kill myself in front of him. I knew I couldn't put him through that, but everything he was saying to me, everything he was promising, I had to listen.

I thought he was lying. Anyone would after everything I've done to him. He said it himself every single day back in Hawaii. He hated me. But now...what's wrong with him? What on earth would make this boy care for me?

I can't change how he feels and selfishly, I didn't want it to change. It felt good to have someone care about you. It felt like a weight was lifted off my chest and allowed me to at breathe. Maybe I will be able to deal with this with Harry's help. I mean, he's lived with emotions all his life. I did too once. If I did it once, I can do it again, right?

Damn, I hope so.

"Sky- uh, I mean Kiera." Harry coughs uncomfortably and I shift my gaze from the news channel displayed on the TV of the hotel room. When I met those gentle green eyes I instantly calmed, momentarily forgetting all the negative feelings rushing through me.

"Yes?"

He snuggled under the duvet a little more with a small yawn, resting his cheek on the back of his hand. "If you don't mind me asking...is there like, a particular cause for the loss of your emotions?" He asks, sleep laced in his voice.

I searched his eyes and found nothing but curiousness. So I nodded, fumbling with the edge of the duvet.

He angled his head so he was looking up at me more with interest. "Do you remember it?"

Of course I remember it. The memory has always been clear as day, haunting my dreams every night yet I never used to feel a thing until the night before. It was the worst night I'd ever had, but Harry's protective arms made me feel a little more at ease. That is until I made one of the worst decisions I had ever made.

"I've never really spoken of it before..." I trailed off.

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me." He insists.

I sigh heavily. He deserves to know. After everything he's said and promised it's the least I can do for him. "I'll tell you." I said.

His eyes widened in surprise and he sat up, suddenly awake, crossing his legs and folding his hands in his lap like a child at story time. I chuckled a little. "Well, it's a pretty long story..."

"Do I need to get some popcorn or something?" He jokes.

I giggled and shook my head. "No. But I have to warn you, it's pretty depressing."

He nodded in understanding. "I want to know."

"Alright." I sighed, letting the memories flow back into my mind. "I was nine years old when I discovered my abilities. I was petrified and so were my parents." My throat burned at the mention of them. I swallowed down the lump in my throat and continued. "They knew all along what I was. But I didn't. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand coming home to nothing but disappointment and fear in their eyes. Fear of me.

It was becoming harder and harder for me to control it. It frustrated me and that only made it worse. I just wanted to be normal like all the other kids. Every day I was called a freak because of my eyes. Until one day, I'd had enough. My eyes began to glow in my anger. They're laughter turned to shock. They were afraid of me. I-I never meant to hurt anybody, I was just...I couldn't control it when the bolt flew out and hit one of them. They all screamed and ran away while the boy lay there, convulsing. In my state of shock, I ended up jumping back to my room.