Her Highness h.s

Chapter 33 (Emptiness)

Song for this chapter;

Moments - One Direction

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HARRY'S POV

I was hoping that my newly exposed information, the way I felt about her, would make her happy or at least smile. What I got from her was the total opposite, her face was plastered with horror, eyes twitching.

"Lilly," I call for her, but she seems to be lost in her own thougts, staring at the blank, concrete wall behind me.

Her breath is little by little, slowing down and I can't feel her heart rating fast like It did minutes a go, she seems to have made her mind up about my previous statement.

Her deep brown eyes stared, not just into my eyes, but also my soul. She doesn't say a single word, her eyes still fixed into my eyes. I can't really read her expression, it's almost like she sees through me but doesn't want me to figure out what she's thinking.

Please, talk to me.

Please.

"Lilly?" I call for her one more time, this time her lips parted a little. Her body tenses as I brush my fingers on her heated cheek.

"I don't understand," I finally hear her voice hoarse,"what's there to love?"

The last sentence made me cringe.

What's there to love, you ask?

I love the way your hands comes in contact with mine, like their meant to be entwined.

I love the way you seem all tough but can't even say 'period' out loud.

I love the way you flick your beautiful, black her off your shoulder.

I love the way your body reacts to mine.

I could go on on the list, not being able to end it. It would be easier to say what I didn't love about her, then again, there isn't a thing I could name that annoyed me about her.

She was imperfectly perfect to me.

"You really think that I would be able to return your feelings?"

Her doubts made me nervous, not nervous about my feelings, because they were certain but instead, I was afraid that maybe she didn't after all feel the same way about me.

Could it be that she faked it all? Would she really be so heartless? That all along I was just another player in one of her games?

Or maybe her heart isn't meant to belong to anyone after all.

My negative thoughts are threatening to tear me apart, as she remains silent, locking her eyes with mine.

But what about our times together?

What about the way she reacted to me and the instant pull between us? It can't be just a game, if your body responds before your mind does, and that's exactly how she was.

The way I can make her smile when she's upset and, to know I'm the only who knows her weakness, is what slowly fills up my mind, knowing that there's something in her that craves for me.

My thoughts are driving me crazy, not getting to a single conclusion.

Maybe, she's afraid of her feelings?

I mean, she was afraid of me breaking her heart, but she never mentioned her feelings towards me. Maybe, just maybe, she's afraid that she could actually love someone.

"You're just afraid," I tell her as I'm pinning her up againts the wall, my breath tingeling on her sensitive skin.

"I won't hurt you," I promise her, her eyes widening,"I'm not like others."

"I know you feel something for me, too," I regret the words after they leave my lips, being assure about this situation was not a good idea. I never know what to expect from her.

She blinks, taking in my words. She parts her lips again, not to speak, but to laugh at me. She laughs and shakes her head.

"There's nothing to feel, Silly. And, I may love shopping but I'm not buying your bullshit," She spits, but seeing that her eyes are watering, I'm certain that she's lying.

"You're lying!"

"No, I'm not."

"Why are you even saying these things?" She questions me and my fist meets the wall, really hard, making her whimper.

"I already told you," I yell at her, not being able to control my emotions.

"I fucking love you that's what it is. But, you're just so used people not loving you that when someone actually does love you all you do is turn them down. Isn't that just a little pathetic, you think?" Harsh words fall from my mouth unwillingly.

"Hurt someone because you're afraid that you'll get hurt?"

"I-"

I cut her off," I'm not fucking done yet. You can just leave right now, and never come back to me, okay? Because, I'm tired being pulled by your strings."

"What's happening here?!" Gemma shouts from the door, eyes radiating both of us. I caress my bloody knuckled, and notice how I stained the concrete wall.

"Nothing." I spit but instantly regret as I see tears falling from her beautiful eyes.

My heart breaks at the sight, but I can't seem to move myself closer to her and hug her.

She doesn't say anything as she leaves me in my cold room alone.

I fight the urge to look back, not wanting to hear her crying anymore, because I can't take it.

I really, like really, want to run after her, taking her into my arms and telling her everything's gonna be allright.

But, I can't.

I did what I could, I poured my heart for her, only for her to toss it back like garbage.

I sit on the edge of my bed, staring at emptiness. Her actions lighted up a insatiable fire that burnt all the oxygen from my lungs. My heart was in pain, pain that felt like a wolf was eating my chest, tearing it's way to my already trembling heart.

One question twirled in my mind, will this heart ache ever come to an end?

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