Half A Heart

Chapter 19

Olivia's POV

"Thank you for being so nice to me." I begin to tell him about my trust issues, about how so far the few people I've told including Niall have always used the information against me wether they meant it or not.

After my confession Harry closes the box of angels and pushes it under the bed before wrapping both his arms around me.

"Olivia, I would never hurt you, unless it's for your own good, you know that right?" he asks threading his slender fingers through my hair.

Instead of answering him I nod my head and close my eyes.

"Can I ask you something?" Harry asks deep in thought.

"You just did." I chuckle holding back my smile.

"Why do you love me? What is it that you see in me?" he asks letting out a deep sigh after he's asked the question.

My heart drops at the question and makes me think about how he's always there for me but I've never been truly there for him.

And so, I begin to list few of the many qualities about him, his smile, his hair, his eyes, his aura, his need to be there for everyone he cares about, and of course his kindness.

"...and you're so kind to people, strangers even, sometimes you're a little to kind and put yourself in uncomfortable situations for someone else, but people take advantage of that sort of quality, you should be careful about it." I move my hand to his shoulder in an act of comfort, and feel the familiar rush of warmth when I come in contact with his bare skin.

I don't think I could've ever said any of this out loud if I wasn't drunk.

"Yeah, you're right, I shouldn't be so nice to people if they won't treat me the same way, I don't want to be walked over...which is why I'm going to do this." he states looking up at me.

"Do what?" I ask, behind his captivating eyes it looks like he's having a mental battle with himself.

His hand moves to my cheek, immediately spreading a warmth through my body, and before I can comprehend what's going on he presses his lips to mine.

Shit, shit, shit, fuck, what is he doing?

As my brain tells me to pull away, I try to listen and try my best to remind myself of what's happening.

You are dating Niall, Harry's best friend, you're going to des...

The words my head tries to tell me muffle as they're overcome with the intense flame his lips create on mine.

The way his lips feel against mine is indescribable, it's like I finally have something I didn't know I needed.

Olivia, stop.

Again, my body refuses to listen to me as Harry's hand moves from my waist to my thigh, caressing the scars that lay there.

This is wrong, you shouldn't be doing this.

"Oh, fuck it." I groan when I could tell I wasn't going to win this battle with myself, and kiss him back.

It's wrong but it feels right, I haven't felt this way in years, just a few minutes of this heaven is all I need.

As soon as my conscious gives up, and I give in completely, Harry moves both his hands to my waist and gently moves me so my back is against the floor and he's on top of me.

His body seems to mold to mine perfectly, and fuck does this feel good.

The way his hands travel from my thighs, to my waist, caressing all the scars I had inflicted on myself, and the way his lips move is driving me crazy.