Last Love (Harry Styles fan-fiction) (On Hold due to re-editing on other books)

This changes nothing!

I wake up and Harry is holding me close to his body. I remember him freaking out about a nightmare he had and asking to sleep in my bed. I, of course, said yes. I just can't believe he went through all that. He, he doesn't look badly hurt. But then, again he doesn't look absolutely fine. Harry is a mystery and I just don't understand him. I don't think I will ever really understand him. I look at the clock that is on my nightstand and see it reads 5:48. I woke up kinda early. I tried to get up, but Harry tightened his grip on me. I push his arm off of me and grab some clothes to go and shower.

When I'm done Harry is still in my bed. I look around and see it's barely six. I decide I can go on my page and tell them about my life once again. I pull my laptop out from under my bed and log in. I do some scrolling and see the same thing. People ranting or people internet arguing. It's annoying reading that. I mean if your going to argue do it in person or call each other.

I go to my page and start to type away.

I understand that it has been a while. I know that you guys are wondering where I have been. Then again probably not. I don't think anyone really reads this but oh well. I need someone to listen/read. I have news that I wouldn't believe myself it didn't happen. My roommate took me out to dinner last night. I didn't want anything big of course. I don't want to tell too much, but I might have been looking at him all wrong. He had a rough childhood and I mis-read him. I think that judging a book by its cover his true. I took him as this player boy, that used women. I don't know what to actually make of him anymore. I use to think he was this cruel man, I guess every book has a story on the inside. I don't know what else to tell you guys. I used tell you so much more but, I don't know what to tell you now. I used this place to tell how I felt about him and now, now I can't really tell you.

I learned about him. I can't talk about him like I used to. I actually know him now. I didn't think that someone like him. Someone that looks cruel and doesn't care, actually has it harder then I do. Probably harder then most of you. I am not saying you guys have it hard but, he from a lot of people I know have it so much harder.

I posted my little story and closed my laptop. I went back to the restroom, and started to apply my makeup. I didn't put a bunch on, just a little mascara and some eyeliner. I then put my favorite color of lip gloss on. It was a really light pink, it was called cotton pink. I didn't really understand the name but, oh well it was gorgeous. I went back to the room and opened my laptop once again. I saw a few people had read it, as always. I saw one person in general though. It was DifferentlyDifferent. I found it surprising that my comment-er stroke again and read, commented on my little story.

If he has changed, make sure he treats you right. I love hearing about your story and how everything is going. I want to know more about you, and your life. I just hope you actually find everything about this guy out. Some have different personalities around different people. He might start treating you right, but once he is with his friends he will treat you horribly. I hope everything turns out great for you though. Have a great day at college though.

It was weird that he was telling me have a great day at college. I mean I know I told them I was in college but, it's still weird reading someone tell me to have fun. I turn around and see Harry has left my bed and isn't in his. I fix my bed and tuck every corner, and make sure everything is straight. As I'm about to leave the door opens and absolutely scares me. I scream and jump back. I look and see it's only Harry. I sigh and see what he is doing up this early. He is holding two coffees and hands one to me.

"I got you one. I didn't know what you liked so I just put one creamer and a sugar packet."

I nodded my head and took it from Harry. I turn back around and shut down my laptop. I tuck it under my bed, and turn to the door way.