Stuck ( Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

Words Can't Describe

I put my elbows in the sand to hold my body up. The sun is setting and the scenery is beautiful. The waves tumbling onto the shore withe the different colors of the sky. My legs are aching with pain from Jack snapping both of them.

Why did Harry almost kiss me though? I thought he hated me and thought I was annoying. Although, he did cuddle with me that one time in the tent, but I thought that was so he could keep me warm.

My feelings are so mixed up right now. Just as all this stuff is going on in my head, Harry stops walking.

"Damn it!" he whisper-yells and tugs at his amazing hair. He swiftly turns around and starts to walk towards me. I stare at him in confusion as he drops to his knees in front of me.

He goes in a fast motion and cups my face with his warm hands, and presses his lips to mine. Tingles and waves of electricity shoot through my body. I thought he was going to yell at me or something, but his intentions were definetly different. His soft, plump lips that taste sweet only stay on my lips for a couple of seconds.

Did I do something wrong? He pulled away so quickly. I mean, I'm not a pro or anything, but usually kisses last longer than that. I have only kissed one guy, and that was my ex. He kissed me once and decided he wanted to take it farther, but I wouldn't let him. I told him that if he wanted something like that he would have to find it somewhere else. He left that day, and I honestly thought he would stay. As I look at the situation now I'm glad he left, or else he probably was desperate enough to become a seductive asshole.  I guess I'm not very important, well at least I think I'm not. How can Harry even like me?

As he pulls away, his face doesn't show any emotion, and I can't see what he is thinking. Harry is about to get up and walk away when I say," Harry?" The pain in my legs is becoming unbearable.

"What, Millie?" he responds in a calm voice.

"Um, I can't walk..." I tell him in a sad voice. Jack broke my legs. I'm actually surprised Harry didn't notice my legs looking rather weirdly placed. Good thing Harry didn't touch my legs when he kissed me or I would ruin the quiet moment.

"What do you mean you can't walk?" he asks with humor across his face, but it quickly disappears as a tear that I didn't even know was coming slips out of my eye and falls down my face.

"Jack, he broke my legs so I couldn't get away. They hurt so badly!" I lean my head back trying to hold in the tears. They hurt really bad, but the thing that hurts the most is thinking about all the things I just went through.

"Here let me help." He whispers as he lifts me up off of the ground by wrapping his left arm around my thighs and right arm around my back, wedding style. Of course, I was still in pain to be thinking this was funny. 

"Harry it is already getting pretty dark and I don't want you to have to carry me all the way back to the beachside," I tell him.

"Ok, I will make a little fort, and we will rest here for tonight," he comments probably happy to not have to carry me home the whole night. He sets me down in the sand and goes right to finding wood and other stuff to make our little fort for tonight. I want to help but I can't with these broken legs I have here.

I am also scared. I don't want to tell Harry this right away because we have already had a day full of events, but Jack gave me a couple hints that we may not be the only people on this island.

It is taking Harry a while because it is dark out and there is nothing to see with. So I sit in the sand and feel the slight breeze that blows toward my face. I am exhausted from this terrible day that has occurred so I lay my head down. I look up at the sky scattered with stars and the moon that has a face carved into it. My eyes feel like heavy weights and I shut my eyes not intending to go to sleep, but I do.

I wake up to Harry's strong arms lifting me up. He looks down at me and keeps walking. He gently lays me on the ground and sits next to my leg. I look at him in wonder, what is he thinking? He caresses my leg and a wince a little at his touch.

"Millie, this might hurt a little. I have to do it though, if your legs are going to get any better."

"What? What do you mean?" I ask terrified of the answer. I have already been through enough pain.

"I have to put your legs back in place." he looks at me with concern.

"No please-" I am interrupted by Harry snapping my leg back into its place. I scream out in pain, and start to cry. Harry moves to the next one quickly. He grabs a hold of my leg and does the same as the last one. I cry even harder and I start to shake. I know he needed to, but it hurts worse than when Jack snapped them.

I roll over in pain and curl up into a ball, grabbing my legs. It hurts just to touch them. It reminds me of when my father beat me, but worse, much worse. I remember the way my dad always came home drunk and would yell and fight my mother. He let all of his bottled up anger inside out at me. The worst punishment I have gotten was when he beat me and locked me in a closet. I stayed in the closet on the floor with a bruised ribcage, a black eye, and bruises on my legs from him kicking me. I stayed there for the whole night crying and wishing that I was dead.

I feel Harry lie down next to me, and put his head right up to my ear.

"I'm sorry," he whispers," I'm so sorry." He puts his head back down, but he is still close to me. I ignore him and let myself cry everything out. After all the bad that has happened I deserve to cry a little.

I calm myself down after quite a while and lay there. I hear breathing beside me, but I can’t tell if he is asleep or not.

I turn to look at him. His eyelids are shut and he is making a little breathing noise. He looks so calm, peaceful. He just looks so amazing, sleeping like he is having a dream about something wonderful in his life. I bet being here with me isn't exactly one of those kind of dreams.

I watch him for a couple minutes and decide that I should go to sleep too. I make myself comfortable and close my eyes. I feel a hand on my waist and it startles me a little bit. I look back over at him, and he has a grin on his face, but his eyes are still closed.

Oh gosh, he must have seen me staring at him. How embarrassing! I feel my cheeks redden and decide to ignore his hand on my waist.

I fall asleep thinking about how Harry kissed me. It was the perfect moment. His wet hair dripping on me, not to mention he still had his shirt off.

I don't know if I like Harry yet. He has the looks of a model, but I don't know about his attitude yet. I don't like like him, I think. He is a friend to me. Yep, that's what I'm going to say our relationship is right now. Friendly.

There TeAnna, Happy? Hahahah.....well I hope you enjoyed this chapter. You better fricken vote or comment because I am being generous by writing these! JKJK! Seriously though.....