Fix you (Harry Styles)

CHAPTER 35

CHAPTER 35

MERCY'S POV

"We should move in together." Harry whispered in my ear. His words were quite astonishing, my eyes grew wider as I looked into his eyes, trying to make sure that he was being serious. He wasn't joking, his face wore a serious and neutral expression. I was speechless, I had no clue on what to say, or even think. I have never thought him to suggest that, I mean we've only been together for three months and one week, and it's too early to even think about moving in together. On the other hand though, I would have my own place, where I could do anything without having my roomate and her boyfriend who happened to be my potention boyfriend once, cuddle or kiss in front of me and I would have to stop myself from vomiting all over the floor because of their affection shown in front of me, and the jealousy. It would be nice to have a bigger room, and to have Harry around all the time.

"Hello? Earth to Mercy!" Harry said as he flashed a smile of his, showing his lovely dimples.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Harry." I said as I burried my head further into his muscular and warm chest.

"Why?" He asked. I could feel him starting to get angry at me, again. I could sense the fight coming soon. I could feel that his attitude will change and my sweet, lovely Harry will be replaced by a very angry and cruel Harry who has always taken his anger out on me, and used me as his punching bag.

"Because it's too early." I said, as I wrapped my arm around his neck tighter, trying to cherish this moment of me being held in his inked and safe arm, trying to embrace him as much as I could for that I knew that he would get angry soon and leave me all alone in that small, uncomfortable and cold bed, he would take all the love, safety and warmth with him, leaving me with nothing, leaving me hanging there, confused, like always. 

"It's not fucking early." He snapped. I knew it, I knew it. He will flip out on me soon, so I closed my eyes, waiting for the wave of pain that will hit me, waiting for him to beat me up emotionally as I was certain that he would hurt me, verbally, on purpose, out of anger. I was getting ready, mentally and emitionally for the none phyical hit I was about to get.

"It is, Harry. We've only been together for three months." I said, letting out a sigh. I refused to look up at him, I knew that his face have already turned red, his brows pulled together, his bottom lip between his teeth as he bit it hard, and his eyes pitch black. I didn't want to see that Harry. I knew for a fact, that I would be scared of him and of what he might do.

"Isn't that fucking enough for you? I told you I loved you, what the fuck do you need more?" He said, yelling as he stood up, pulling himself up, making my head fall hard, but thankfully on the pillow. I knew Zach was probably listening to us, he would tell me he warned me like he always does.

"I'm just saying, Harry. It's way too early." I said, finally looking at him. He slipped on his boots and ignored me, as he walked away, slamming the door behind him, making me flinch.

"I told you so." Zach said, making my blood boil. He was the last person I wanted to talk to, and there he was, reminding me that he was right. Actually, the fact that he's always been right about Harry, and the fact that Harry's been always proving me wrong, pissed me off. I hated how Harry disappoints me, he's so charming and sweet for a few hours or day, then BAM!!! He's cruel and careless most of the time. 

"Ok." I said, huffing in annoying, making him chuckle.

"You'd be stupid if you believe him when he tells you he loves you." Zach said.

"Shut up." I said, groaning.

"So, do you love him?" He asked as he surprised me by standing in front of me.