Shattered

Chapter Eight

The look on Harry's face was indescribible. It was a mixture of shock and surprise.

"I, uh, I don't know. You're beautiful, for one thing." He cupped my face with his hands and I blushed, noticing a feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I couldn't fall for him. I'd have my heart broken within days, the hate from the fans would break my heart to the extent of suicidal thoughts again. I couldn't fall for him. But another voice in the back of my head was saying different, it was shrieking, fall for him, love him, he'll treat you like a Princess. He may treat me like a Princess, but a whole heck of a lot of other people wouldn't.

"Had.. Er... Zoe..." He poked my arm, trying to get my attention. I smiled at him, rubbing his arm.

"Could I ask the same about you...?" His voice was so soft, I barely heard it, but as soon as I did, I sucked in my breath. No, no, no. I pulled my hand back from his arm.

"Harry... You're, you're..." I could feel tears pricking my eyes and I looked away.

"I'm what?" He asked. I inhaled.

"You're a popstar. I'm a stupid girl who has no life, and once I'm out of here, I have no where to go, no where to live, I'll probably move across the country. I no way see me and you together." I mumbled, trying as hard as I could to hold back tears. I could feel Harry tense up.

"And why not? You're not stupid. You're special. You're beautiful, you have an amazing personality for what you've been through. We both have problems and we could work them out, together." He grabbed my hands, and looked me deep in the eyes. That's when I broke down for the millionth time today.

"Harry I'm not good enough for you! I'd never trust you around my parents, not you, but my Dad. I don't want you getting hurt. I have been through so much, and how do I know you're not going to hurt me? I mean I trust you, but that still doesn't mean I don't have trust issues. I will end up getting my heart broken, either because you leave for tour and my heart can't handle that or the fan's hate will get to my heart and I'll commit suicide. After being through all that with my Dad I can't handle mean comments, I just break down, and I will take those things to heart. I just won't be able to handle being in a relationship. My mental stability isn't that high, and I am a mental wreck right now, and, you know, I thought you'd be a rich snob but Harry you're not. You're kind, caring and an amazing person. Believe me when I say it's not you, it's me. My mental stability isn't good for a relationship. I've never had a relationship before, and I'd be scared to. That, Harry, is why." Remembering that I was still on Harry's couch, I stood up, just to feel him bring be back down.

"Hadley I promise to the day that I die, I will change your mind. I swear." His voice was husky and I just wanted to cry. I looked outside and saw that it was dark. I looked at Harry, then back outside.

"I have to stay here tonight." I mumbled. Saying those words made my stomach build butterflies. I lied to myself. I wanted Harry. I needed him.

I woke up to a snoring Harry next to me. Not loudly, but it was cute. His legs were tangled in mine and one of his hands were under my head, and one was draped over my body, hugging me close to him. I smiled at his face, I know it sounds creepy, but he looked so peaceful. If I looked closely, I could see faint scratch mark and stitch marks covering his face. Before I knew it, I was tracing his eyebrows, his lips, his nostrils, outlining his almond shaped eyes, and running my bony fingers on his jaw line. His eyes fluttered open.

"Hadley... Uh, What are you doing?" He ran his fingers through his hair and smiled.

"Uh... Sorry... Um..."

"Don't stop." He smiled and closed his eyes, and I continued to trace everything on his beautiful face.

"My Mom used to do this to me, before she got all psycho. This is how she got me to fall asleep." I mumbled. He opened his eyes and cupped my face in his giant man hands.

"Well, if you like it, I could do that to help you fall asleep." He looked at me with the piercing green eyes, and his lips curled into a beautiful smile revealing his pearly teeth.

"We'll I gotta get up and get ready for, uh, something." I giggled, thinking about school and how I missed so many days. Harry gripped my hand and turned me to face him. He looked serious and almost scared.

"Don't leave me. Please."

We'll I'm just going to get ready, why is he getting so uptight...

"Harry, I would never leave unless you give me a reason." I kissed him on the tip of the nose and walked to the bathroom.

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I'm really sorry for not updating in a while but I've been really busy just sleeping in till noon an not doing anything. I promise to update more (and maybe expect a new story in the near future) and I PROMISE to get this story up and moving but writers block has taken over my whole brain and I can't think straight. I blame the sun. But really- I am so super super sorry. I LOVE YOU MY SPARKLE CUPCAKES and I swear to update more ******