1 in 7 Billion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 18

{Hayley's POV}

My voice was shaky, but the words still managed to come out. I wanted to leave him behind, before I could get hurt. I knew it was risky becoming attached to someone. Someone who could hurt me with a just a simple action.
He was all I had.
I left my sister without an explanation. She didn't know I was living in New York. She e-mails me, but I rarely say anything back. When I do reply, I assure her I'm okay and safe.
I could start over somewhere else. Just like I did in New York. If I could manage to leave this flat in one piece. If I could manage to keep all my feelings from bursting out of me.
Although, leaving meant one thing. Not only would I be hurting myself, I'd be hurting the curly haired boy in front of me. The one I cared about more than anyone in this world. My best friend.

"Then why are you running? You can't just leave me, Hayley!" he raised his voice again in frustration. The way he said I was leaving him shattered my heart into a million pieces. "Are you just going to storm out and never speak to me again?"
That's when I realized how selfish I was being. I couldn't hurt him, to save myself. I've hurt too many people in my life, and I've opened up to Harry more than I have with anyone else.
I'd be saving him more pain in the future, though. He's leaving on tour, and I don't want to ruin any of that experience for him.
"Answer me!" he screamed, and it scared me. I jumped as tears began to stream down my face. I quickly wiped them away, refusing to let any more fall.
"I can't Harry!" I screamed back. I'm not sure exactly what I was referring to, but I thought it was appropriate for all answers. My hands were balled into fists and I couldn't bare look at him. I was trying to blink the tears away, but he was far from finished.
"You can't what!?"
I tried to gather myself, but Harry wasn't having it.
"Dammit Hayley! You can't fucking what?!"
"I can't never speak to you again! I can't leave and pretend like I don't have feelings for you! But I can't stay because one of us is going to get hurt and I don't want it to be me and I sure as hell don't want it to be you."
His face softened and he came to me, cupping my face in his hands. He was shaking his head, and his eyes glistened in the dim lighting.
"Hayley, look at me. You can-" I cut him off by shoving his chest and backing away.
"Don't Harry!" I warn. I'm afraid what he was going to say to me. I was afraid that he would say something so perfect that I wouldn't be able to stay away. "You know that I am right. I do not want to be hurt again. Not by you, not by anybody." Anger was boiling inside me, and I was terrified that fear would take over... and it did.
"Dammit Hayley! Don't you see that I have feelings for you!" he screams, but I'm not afraid. "If you could just fucking see that it wouldn't be this hard! I care about you. So fucking much." his words softened and it was the most sincere I've ever heard anyone speak. I met his gaze and years were threatening my eyes as I listened to him talk. "I've never felt like this about anyone before, and I know you feel something for me too. You can't stand here and pretend that you don't have feelings for me because I know without a shadow of a doubt, that I mean something to you or else you would not have kissed me like that and we sure as hell would not be fighting like this." He paused waiting for me speak.
There it was. The prefect words that made it so I would never be able to stay away.
I couldn't say anything he hasn't already said. So instead I dropped all my shit and walked over to him. Tracing my fingers along his perfect face, as his hands found my hips. "I won't hurt you, Hayley. Not intentionally."
"I," I began, but realized I couldn't say anything he hasn't already said, because everything he said was so painfully true I couldn't fight it.
So, I sucked it up and kissed him. I kissed him harder than I ever have with anyone. His kiss was needy and I could feel him smile every once in awhile, and I'd smile back.
At this exact moment in time, I had never been happier than I was in Harry's embrace.
There was some weird background noise, and I pulled away to look up the banister, at four cheeky boys in their pajamas. They were all smiling and began to applaud us, and I felt my cheeks go bright red. Harry was just as red, but laughing at them nonetheless.
"Atta boy, Harry!" Niall hollered.
"I knew you could do it." Liam winked and Harry bowed. I laughed and he stood up to look in my eyes. He grabbed one of my hands and my lower back and dipped me only to land a sloppy smooch on my lips. I was giggling like a little girl, but still managed to kiss him back.
This got an even bigger cheer out of the boys, but Louis summoned them back to their rooms to give us some alone time.
Harry grabbed both of my hands and brought them up to his mouth, and left soft kisses over my knuckles. His smile never leaving his face.
I had to ask the question that's been nagging at the back of my mind. "What are we going to do Harry?" I asked in almost a whisper. I was afraid to look at him so I stared at our intertwined fingers instead. His index finger tilted my chin up so I would look at him, and before I knew it I was lost in his emerald gaze.
"We'll make it work, love. Don't worry." he laughed at little bit, and gave me a quick peck. He glanced down at my things scattered on the floor. "I don't supposed you're still leaving?" he smirked, knowing the answer. I shook my head laughing along with him.
I never knew a single person could be so insanely captivating as Harry Styles. The tattooed rock star, with a heart of gold, a dirty mouth, and dimples that made your knees go weak. I was falling harder than landslide for him, and I wasn't worried if someone would be there to catch me or not.

{I know it's short, but I hoped you guys liked it :) love you guys who still read my lame story haha xoxox}