Fix you (Harry Styles)

CHAPTER 52

CHAPTER 52

HARRY'S POV

Regret was eating me up for the words I had said to Mercy.

I looked into her eyes as I was forced to walk away, and I noticed they were full of agony due the hurtful words and insults said by me.

I wanted to go back to her, to apologize, to hold her, to kiss her pain away, to fix what I had broken inside her but the devil that conquered my body and soul was too strong, the anger and evil that took over me didn't allow me, I was too weak, desperatly screaming, it was as if I were burried 6 feet underneath the ground, shouting at the top of my lungs for help, fighting for survival but nobody could hear me nor save me.

I felt so defeated when her and I went to our seperate ways without even trying to fix what's been broken, it felt as if it were a goodbye and I wasn't ready for it.

"You do love her, don't you?" Louis said as he hopped inside the car, joining me.

Of course I do, how couldn't I? She eased my pain, she reduced my anger and hatred, she made me feel happy and pulled me out of my hopeless world, and most importantly, she made me feel loved and wanted for once in my life.

She drew the smile on my face, she brought back the sparle in my eyes and she added warmth and love to my soul.

I was almost addicted to her. As creepy as it sounds, I was and still am proud of saying that she is my addiction. I was hooked to her gentle touch, her humour, her inner and outer beauty, her contagious laugh, her lovely eyes and the sound of her sweet voice. I couldn't get enough of her, I am deepy in love with her, forever.

She unexpectedly changed my whole life. She brought me back to life.

"I'm in love with her." I admitted as I let out a sigh, aware of the mistake I had recently made.

"Then don't lose her." He said as he took out a cigarette and began to smoke, offering me to take one as well but I shook my head, refusing.

"Too late, mate." I stated as a laugh escaped my mouth. It was a painful and bitter laugh, admitting it was as hurtful as knives stabbing my heart and being twisted slowly inside my flesh, ripping the veins apart.

"Don't be a quitter. You always get back together." He said with a comforting smile plastered on his face.

I wish it was true, though.

"Not this time." I snapped at him, beginning to lose my temper.

I wanted to pour my heart out to Louis, I needed someone to listen to me the way Mercy used to.

"Listen, mate. I've seen the way you guys look at each other, you're utterly crazy for each other and it's quite obvious that she makes you happy. Hell, I've never seen you smile so much in my life until she came here. You can't just give up, not now Harry. She loves you and she only wants you to show her that you love her too." He said as he inhaled the smoke and exhaling a puff of grey smoke that filled the air, suffocating me more.

I wanted to answer him, to thank him for giving me more hope. But something interrupted me as I looked through the window.

It was her, leaving with that guy as he put his jacket on her shoulder.

My blood started boiling immediately, as well as the agony inside me increased.

I meant nothing to her. What we had meant absolutely nothing to her. She just left with some other guy, not giving one fuck about me and our doomed relationship.

But then again, I shouldn't blame her because I screwed it up.

"Don't fuck up more. Let's follow them and see what happens." Louis suggested as I was furiously about to get out of the car and drag Mercy all the way home with me.

His idea was convincing for that I didn't want to screw up more.

We followed them to a club, as my anger was fueled with every second that passed, knowing that she was with another man.

Over one hour have passed and they were both drinking at the bar, as I watched them talk without making any suspicious thoughts in my sick mind whatsoever.

However, I somehow persuaded myself that he was trying to intoxicate her so that he could take advantage of her fragile state and exploit her unconscious self.

My thoughts were accurate as he pulled her to the dance floor.

I felt as if my heart were being ripped and torn apart when their lips locked.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as his were wrapped around her waist.

I was tugging at my hair, as I felt my cheeks become warm and wet, making me realize that I've been crying.

How could she do it to me? How could she let another man touch her?

I felt nothing but a sharp pain in my chest that I was not used to. And betrayal.

I looked back into the dance floor to notice that they vanished, they were nowhere to be found and I just rushed to the dance floor, pushing through the sweaty bodies and heading towards the restroom.

I barged inside to see him, pinning her up against the wall, and rubbing himself against her making her moan.

Jealousy, betrayal, anger and pain dragged me back into my dark universe once again.

It was apparent that she was too drunk to realize that I was beating him up.

My fist connecting with his jaw several times as his connected with my nose, the sound of Mercy drove my attention back to her.

She was on the concrete, whimpering and calling my name so I lifted her, watching her pass out in my arms.

Having her in my arms, embracing her sent warmth all over my body, easing the pain that was only caused a few minutes ago.

Staring at her amazingly beautiful face was the sweetest distraction of what I had witnessed recently.

Her pink lips were parted as I laid her on our bed, her eyes shut and framed with long and dark eyelashes, her cheeks flushed as she slept in peace in our bed.

I slipped her heels off of her feet, and then I unzipped her dress and slipped it down her body, taking it off her curvy body. And then I slipped one of my shirts over her head, putting it in her body, not putting anything else on for that my shirt looked like a dress on her.

The bruise on her hip caught my attention, so I rushed to the kitchen and brought a bag of ice, then I carefully placed it on her bruise.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her, her beauty was unbelievable. She was justs so fucking beautiful and I couldn't lose her, I just couldn't.

She was the best thing that has ever happened to me, she was the source of happiness in my miserable life.

I knew I already lost her so I needed to cherish the few hours I had left with her.

I laid beside her, pulling her closer to me as I placed her head on my chest, and wrapped my arms around her, holding her as tight and as close as possible, afraid of losing her.

I placed a few kisses on her head as I ran my fingers through her hair, admiring her until I drifted off to sleep.

I felt the weight on my chest disappearing, so I fluttered my eyes open to see that Mercy was no longer in my arms, her side of the bed tidy and a smell of pancakes conquering every space of the house.

I woke up, frantically and afraid that Mercy might have already left me for good so I rushed to the kitchen to see her figure.

A wave of relief hit my body, as I let out a long and heavy sigh when my eyes laid on her, she looked at me with a smile on her face and I needed to make sure that it wasn't just a dream.

I rubbed my eyes and then I realized it wasn't a dream.

I was too astonished to say anything or make a move, until I was interrupted by her arms wrapping around my neck, hugging me tightly.

I burried my head in the crook of her neck, and wrapped my arms around her waist, crying against her skin as she did the same, her tears wetting my chest...

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