Mr. Styles (Completed)

Chapter Fourteen

-Mr. Styles-

-Chapter Fourteen-

The next day, Harry woke up to the bright sunlight shining through the curtains.

He inhaled deeply and rolled over, blinking in the new light.

His hand glided across the now cold, empty side of the bed where Georgia had laid the night before.

Harry's heart began to race as he realized the house was silent, and he shot out of bed. His sock covered feet raced out of the bedroom as the door swung open, making a loud bang against the wall.

He raced down the hallway and skidded to a stop when he saw Georgia by the stove, cooking eggs.

She quickly turned around when she saw him.

"Harry, you scared me-", She quickly became worried when she saw Harry breathing heavily against the wall.

She rushed over to him.

He squeezed his eyes shut and breathed out heavily, a few tears falling out of his eyes.

"Baby, H, what's wrong?", Georgia asks, pulling Harry close, checking him for any injuries.

"I-I thought...", He couldn't form a sentence.

Georgia pulled back, wiping a tear from his cheek.

"You though what, baby?", Georgia asks, he eyebrows scrunched in concern.

Harry closes his eyes again, while Georgia pulls him into a hug.

"I thought you-I thought you left m-me", Harry croaks out, his voice cracking.

Georgia rubs the back of his head.

"Baby, baby look at me", Georgia says, pulling his chin up to look into his eyes.

Harry looks into Georgia's eyes, his own cloudy and a dark green, once again red around the edges.

"Do you think I would leave because of last night?", Georgia asks.

Harry nods.

"H, I would never leave you", Georgia says, pulling him in close again.

Harry sniffles.

"Promise?", he whispers.

Georgia nods.

"I promise", She says.

She runs her fingers through his hair gently.

"Besides, like I told you last night. This wouldn't effect my love for you at all. It was just a little accident, and I'm perfectly fine, baby", Georgia says.

She pulls back and gives him a kiss.

"Now, are you hungry? Let's eat something?", Georgia says.

Harry sniffles and nods, following Georgia into the kitchen.

Georgia puts some eggs on two plates for them, and walks over to the table.

Harry follows behind her, once she's stopped, he gently lifts up her shirt, inspecting the wounds.

Georgia jumps slightly, not expecting it at all.

"Harry, I told you, I'm fine", Georgia says.

Harry's eyebrows were creased as he gently ran a finger over one of the marks.

Georgia didn't hiss in a pain at all, in fact, the wounds had already scabbed over and started to heal up.

Harry offered a gentle smile.