Your Secrets. [H.S]

18. Liam.

"I will always love you. No matter what."

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"I like you Harry styles. There is no hiding from that." I say and look down at my toes.

"Bella.." He starts and I shut my eyes.

What if he doesn't like me that way?

What if he asks me to get out right now?

What if?

For god's sake shut up.

Well what do you think he is going to do?

Let him tell you..

Okay.

"Bella, I like you too." Harry says and places his finger below my chin and lifts it up. Our eyes meet and I swear this moment couldn't get any better. His eyes are glimmering with the shine. Green peering into my brown eyes. Those beautiful green eyes. His green eyes are enough to make anyone fall for him.

He leans in and puts his lips onto mine. Kissing me tenderly, passionately. My hands lock with his curls and his are steady on my face, cupping my little face. We pull back just for breathing and kiss again. My stomach is doing flip flops and there are crackers bursting everywhere in my body. I am full of joy right now. This moment feels so good, it feels like nothing bad could happen.

He pulls away and gives a final kiss on my forehead.

"I like you so much Bella, from the moment I laid my eyes on you. You were different, the girl no one could resist. So beautiful, so naive, so innocent, yet so strong. Full of surprises. How could anyone not like you? I was afraid.. afraid of what you might say if I confess my feelings. Afraid that you would never talk to me again, afraid that you would leave me." He says and i feel the tears bloom in my eyes. I inhale deeply and ignore the tears, which are threatening to fall out and take his hands in mine.

"I will never leave you Harry." I say and he smiles.

"So what are we now?" He asks grinning. Oh my boy.

"I don't know. You tell me." I say while returning the grin. He laughs before picking me up from the stool.

"Aww, my Bella." He says and looks into my eyes.

"My harry." I say smiling.

The knock on the door disturds our moment and he leaves me in the kitchen to get the door. I sit on the stool, smiling stupidly. My harry.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?" I hear Harry yell and I run towards the living room but stop at the door of the kitchen. Harry is stood after a buff man, Who is dressed In a black leather jacket and black skinny jeans. Harry motions me to go back inside giving me a serious  'DO NOT COME HERE' look. I hesitate but hide behind the door and listen to their conversation.

"It's that girl isn't it?" The man asks and my chest tightens. Which girl is he talking about?

I lean in closer peeking my head out for listening clearly.

"No it's not. You should go!" Harry says before pushing the man aside. The man lifts harry up by his collar and a gasp leaves my mouth. I cover my mouth and get behind the door, Hoping that the man did notice.

"Who was that?" The man asks and I hear footsteps. I close my eyes and stand still, not wanting to make any noise. Harry keeps asking him to come back but he steps in the kitchen. I am pressed to door as he steps in, I take the chance and go in the living room while he inspects the kitchen. I run towards Harry who stands with fear on his face. He motions me to go the his bedroom and I deny.

"GO BELLA!" He mouths and I decide to go in the bedroom. I run towards it as the man yells "I swear I heard someone gasp. Harry, tell me is that girl here?" The man's voice booms.

"Seriously Liam, she is not here. Leave." Harry says with gritted teeths.

"I will soon come back. I hope the work is done by then. Harold." The man who's name I assume is Liam, says. The front door slams close and I finally leave the breath I was holding. I walk in the living room to find Harry sitting on the couch, with a blank expression. I sit besides him on the couch and take his hand in mine. He smiles before kissing my forehead and then turning his gaze towards the TV.

There are so many questions I want to ask right now, but seeing the condition he is in.. I decide against it.

A/N

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