Fix you (Harry Styles)

CHAPTER 56

CHAPTER 56

Harry’s Pov

It was Mercy screaming at the top of her lungs, probably waking everyone in the neighborhood up.  Different scenarios crossed my mind; terrifying scenarios of her getting hurt and it filled me with worry.

I stood up from the couch that was making my back ache and then I ran as fast as I could towards our bedroom. I opened the door to find my lovely girlfriend sitting on the bed, terror easily seen behind her honey eyes, a few tears streaming down her flawless and fair face. Her knees were pulled to her chest as she quietly sobbed; trying to recover from the nightmare she’s had.

I knew she was having another nightmare about ‘the incident’. I thought she had forgotten about what happened in the woods, but apparently I was wrong. And then it hit me, she refused to talk to me because she probably had the same nightmare over and over again while I was away, with Gemma.

I promised her that I would always be there for her and that I wouldn’t let anything like that scares her anymore, but there I was breaking another fucking promise and slowly losing her trust.

I walked towards her slowly, trying not to cause her any more fear. And then I wrapped my arms around her trembling body, pulling her closer to me.

“I’m here, baby.” I whispered in her ear as I placed a soft kiss on her head.

“What’s wrong?” Gemma asked as she walked inside, rubbing her eyes with her hands.

“Nothing’s wrong! Goodnight.” I snapped at her, making her roll her eyes at me and leave. “It was just a nightmare, baby! You’re safe with me, I promise.” I whispered and then I pulled her down with me. Her head was on my chest, as I wrapped my arms around her as tight as possible, and sang in a low tone until she fell asleep in my arms.

I watched her sleep all night long; I missed watching her fall asleep in my arms. Her red lips parted, her big Amber eyes shut as her long and dark eyelashes were lightly fluttering. Her brown hair with her natural blonde highlights was slowly moving every time I ran my fingers through her curly, yet soft hair. Her skin was flawlessly fair. She was a beauty goddess; she was literally the definition of beauty. Just fucking beautiful, that’s what she is.

MORNING

 

I felt no weight on my body, so I moved my hands, touching both sides of the bed and trying to find her. She was no longer lying next to me; my eyes were automatically opened, afraid that she might have left me, again.

Fortunately, she was still there. A towel wrapped around her curvaceous body and another one in her hand as she dried her hair with it to get her natural loose curls. I wanted her so bad, I wanted to make love to her as images and flashbacks of what happened two weeks ago were running through my head. I wanted to fill her and show her how much I am in love with her in the most intimate way possible.

I stood up, quietly, and walked towards her slowly. And then I moved her hair and placed it on her other shoulder, as I placed soft, yet sloppy kisses on her right shoulder. “Let me make love to you.” I said in between kisses. I could feel her trying to resist, trying to contain her lust but we both knew that wasn’t possible. Whenever I touched her, she became completely under my control, as if she were hypnotized, unable to resist me. Her body was eager to make love with me, to be sent over the edge by me, it was utterly smitten.