Fix you (Harry Styles)

CHAPTER 51

CHAPTER 51

HARRY’S POV

Silence.

It filled the thick air, suffocating me. Making me want to scream, to tell her how much I love her. No words were escaping her mouth, and it fulfilled my body with worry and fear of losing the only good thing I had in my life.

There was she. There was the girl I fell in love with, the girl who made go crazy for her. There she was, standing right in front of me, quiet yet angry.

I knew it, I knew that it was the end of us. It was over, and it made me feel so weak. She was finally tired of all my bullshit, like everyone else. She was leaving me by myself not only in this cruel world, but also she let me get lost in my own dark world, that’s in the back of my head, trying to take over me yet again.

I needed her. I needed her body and soul, I needed her kindness, her warmth, her care, her beauty, her voice, her accent, her annoying habits and her weirdness.

I needed her kiss, her touch, the look in her eyes, the curves of her body. I needed all of her, every inch of her.

She was unbelievably beautiful, just fucking beautiful that’s what she is. She was the definition of an angelic beauty, inside and out.

And I fell in love with her, regardless of the fact that I knew she was going to leave me sooner or later. There was no way someone so flawless would stay with someone so fucked up such as myself. But I still stayed in her life, I held onto her with everything in me, trying to spend every single second with her, cherishing the moments spent with all of that beauty

The fear of her leaving was undeniable, I’ve carried it with me ever since the day I laid my eyes on her, and it followed me ever since day one. But I still followed her like a lost puppy, begging her to love me and made me feel special.

I was drowning in an ocean of agony, hatred and anger because of my past. Bringing myself to the bottom of that ocean of sadness, to stay in there alone and forgotten. Leading myself to my own death.

And she was my savior, she saved me just when I was about to drown. She pulled me up and saved me from my past that was haunting me, making the pain vanish, and the hatred and anger diminish.

I was pessimistic, I absolutely hated life and gave up on it, but she was my glimpse of hope that I held onto for months, pleading her to save me and not to let me go. Embracing her, not ready to let go of her. She was that light at the end of the tunnel, giving me hope, making me love life and appreciate it.

I was absolutely broken and torn into little pieces, but she picked them up and glued them back together. Reattaching my heart back together, sewing it and replacing the lost pieces with her love and care. Every kiss of her was a cure to my wounds, healing my scars caused by my horrid past. Every ‘I love you’ that fell from her lips fixed me.

That girl made me feel things I have never felt before. Strong feelings that attached me to her, feelings that I have never expected myself to feel before. And they were scaring the shit out for a fraction of a second for that I love her so much, so much that I was afraid of my own love towards her. They made feel weak to the knees for her, making all feelings of strength vanish into thin air.