• j a d e •
i had never seen this side of him. he looked like a monster, with animalistic growls leaving his mouth as he paced up and down his hallway. with a kick at the door, he lets out a loud scream of anger. veins were popping out of his arms, because his fists were clenched so hard.
what used to be the most caring man i knew, had turned into a man i feared. he was turning into my dad.
however, what surprised me is that i didn't cower away from him. i didn't hide behind my arms as i rocked back and forth on the floor, but i approached him instead in an attempt to calm him down.
big mistake.
"harry, stop, this isn't the right way to-" i stopped mid sentence and my words were replaced with whimpers as two strong hands wrap around my shoulders, squeezing until i could feel the pain in my bones.
i had to tell myself that this wasn't harry. my harry wouldn't do this, especially not to me. my interior pep talk didn't last long, however, as i felt myself falling backwards and i landed with a thud on the floor.
everything seemed to stop. harry stopped pacing and yelling, with his back turned towards me: his muscles were tense. i stayed on the floor, breathing heavy as i awaited his next move. i was taught not to fight back in these instances, by the man who inflicted pain upon me in the first place.
"baby," he sniffles, still not able to look at me. when he eventually turns around, his face contorts into one of pain, and because i'm an idiot i stand up and place my arms around him. he cries into my neck, him having to lean down with me stood on my tiptoes.
"stay with me tonight," he whispers into my hair. i don't think twice before i'm nodding, pulling away from him to wipe the tears that stray from his eyes.
"i'm sorry," he chokes out, forehead pressed against mine. i make the first move, strangely, and press my lips against his.
the kiss only lasts a few seconds, but it's enough to send sparks across my body and tingles in my lips. with a smile on his face, he picks me up gently so i'm wrapping my legs around his waist.
he did this a lot, i had come to realise, and when i asked him why he did it, he just shrugged his shoulders and let his hands run up and down my thighs. it was comforting.
"i feel like i'm protecting you like this. you're close to me, i can feel your warmth and the rhythm of your heart against my own. you feel so small, innocent."
and i feel like in that moment, i truly fell in love with harry styles.
