Fix you (Harry Styles)

CHAPTER 34

CHAPTER 34

HARRY'S POV

I've been wanting to tell you this for a quite a while Mercy. The day I met you, I knew I had to make you mine. I'm gonna be honest, at first, my intentions weren't...innocent or whatever you want to call it. I was going to leave you as soon as I fuck you, but then when I got the opportunity to get to know you a bit more, I just fell for you. But I promise that I had decided against taking advantage of you the day I found out that I have feelings for you, feelings that I haven't felt in years. Actually, I have never felt this way before, I have never felt so over-protective and posessive. I love how you get goosebumps as soon as I touch your skin, I love the way you smile against my lips when we kiss, I love the way you always try to put your hair into a ponytail but you end up letting it down, I love how you've never dyed your hair with damaging chemicals, I love how you have a disgusted expression worn on your face when you see girls drinking or looking slut, I love the way you touch your hair a lot when you're nervous, I love how you're too shy to look me in the eyes sometimes, I love the way you're so polite and classy, I love the way you sound when you try to say 'for real' because you can't pronounce the letter R like us, I love your accent, it's so cute and sexy at the same time. I love how kind and sweet you are, I love how you try to cheer up everyone, I love how you laugh silently and giggle, I love how your cheeks turn pink or kind of red when the weather is hot, I love the way you do that cute thing with your teeth when you feel cold, I love how you're always feeling cold, I love how your hands are always cold, it gives me the excuse to hold them and warm them, I love how your hand fits in mine perfectly, I love when you lie your head on my chest, I love how you refuse to curse, I love how innocent and good you are, I love how you look away from the screen when there's a make out scene or a sexual scene on TV, I love how you're obsessed with politics and everything that's going on in your country, I love the smile that appears on your face when you talk about your family and friends back home, I love how you're proud of them, I love how you talk with utter confidence whenever you talk about your country, I love how you would freak out even when you see a picture of a snake, I love how you snuggle up to me in bed when we're asleep, I love how you use that angry emoji all the time just because you think it's cute, I love the fact that you love chewing gum, I love your chubby cheeks, I love your pink and small yet full lips, I love your amber eyes and your long dark eyelashes. I love how you have curly hair, I love how you try to copy me, I love how you're obsessed with KitKat, I love how you rely on me, I love the way you lick your lips all the time and it drives me fucking insane. I love how you shake the soda can before you drink it, or when you add sugar to it. It's weirdly cute. I love how you mumble songs all the time, I love the way your beautiful eyes begin to tear when you tell your family you miss them everyday on the phone or Skype. I love how you love killing people in GTA because you think it's funny to beat people up rather than actually doing the missions of the game, I love how you get all excited when a volleyball game is on TV, I love the way you like Football, I love how you hate it when others call it soccer, I love how you only watch Tunisian channels on TV, I love how you always cook Tunisian food and force me to try it and you would keep explaining to me how to cook it. But most of all, I love you. And I've loved you since the very first day I lied my eyes on you." I said it. I had finally said it, I've never expressed my emotions that way. I looked at her and she had a poker expression on her face, as if her eyes were scanning mine, analysing them, trying to find out whether I lied or said the truth. A few more seconds have passed by and she didn't say anything. Seconds felt like years as I was silently praying and begging her to answer me. I was about to go crazy, I was literally siletnly shouting, freaking out and I tried with every ounce in me not to show her that. I had to fucking stay cool. What if I freaked her out? What if she was trying to find a nice way to tell me that the feeling's not mutual? What if she would laugh at me ? What if she didn't believe me?