Fix you (Harry Styles)

CHAPTER 63

CHAPTER 63

ZACH'S POV

Harry's sister looked way better than I hadimagined, she had beautiful green eyes, and I loved the way her hair fell above her shoulders and how her dimples were engraved in both of her cheeks. But she was no where near Mercy's beauty. 

I couldn't take my eyes off of her, the way her red lipstick made her lips look so plump made me want to kiss her so bad, the way the dresses she wore hugged her hourglass body made her look so fucking sexy, the way strands of her long brown hair fell on her face made me want to tuck them behind her ears, and I couldn't get enough of staring into the Amber color of her big, almond-shaped eyes. 

I noticed how uncomfortable she felt whenever Gemma and I kissed, I saw how whenever Gemma and I flirt she would try not to look at us or she would leave the room and join Harry in their's. And I kept doing it over and over again, feeling amused and thrilled at how she would react, and hoping that she would say something about it. But she didn't, I couldn't compete with Harry, she was hopelessly in love with him and no one could make her lose feelings for him. 

I felt as if I were judging him ever since the day I met him, I kept judging him because of the mistakes he had given  yet I had no clue about how he treated her whenever they weren't fighting. And I realized why Mercy was incapable of letting him go. He was so gentle with her, he kept looking after her and kept making sure that she would feel loved, and beautiful. 

I couldn't deny the fact that he fixed her, he picked her back up on her feet, he fixed all of her self-esteem problem and helped in turning her into a powerful and confident young woman. And I respected him for doing something so amazing like that, I had to admit that he fixed her, and he fullfilled her life with utter happiness, confidence and joy. 

I still had a feeling telling me that Harry, not only, was the person who glued her back together, but he was also the person who was about to damage her for good, he was the person who was about to jeopardize her life and destroy the good in that lovely girl. I was certain that he would do that all of a sudden, and it kept worrying me. I knew he was going to ruin her, and all of us would lose that good girl, for good. 

The day he proposed to her was the worst day of my life, I felt my heart break into pieces over and over and over again. I kept looking at her, waiting for her response. It felt like my whole life depended on what she was about to say. She looked as shocked as I was, nothing came out of her mouth, and no emotions were drawn on her face. I was praying, hoping, begging silently for her to say no. I wanted her to reject him, not because I was in love with her, but it was because she would be fully committed to him and t would make it harder for her to let him go when he ruins her. 

Harry was a posessive person, he needed to make her his wife so that whatever mistakes done by him, wouldn't make her leave. He knew that making her his wife and possibly the mother of his children, would make her stick around him no matter what. Because marriage isn't like dating, she would have to be fully committed to him. They can't just break up over a fight or a stupid mistake once they get married, and that bastard knew it. He knew it would make Mercy so twisted up in his knots that she would never leave him no matter how damaged she would become because of him.