Breaking Slowly // h.s. au

Chapter Thirty Two

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Chapter Thirty Two

*Elsie*

Songs-

Fitz pleasure- Alt-j

Back against the wall- Cage the Elephant

He made us chicken noodle soup.

He is fucking adorable.

He's told me he can cook multiple times so when I saw the Progresso chicken noodle soup can on the counter I burst out laughing. But he was cute. And I loved him.

Harry Styles was a wonderful distraction from the world. He was a beautiful distraction who made me feel things I didn't know I could.

And with each step I took towards him I was taking half a step away from a cold metal blade and a bottle of bleach.

Two empty bowls sat in front of us on the café sized table by the window of his apartment. I tapped my fingers as I looked at the amazing man in front of me. He was perfect.

It infuriated me.

There was a twinge of something in me that grew into self- consciousness as I stared at his flawless skin and lush curls and petrifying green eyes.

I was just me. Plain. Nothing.

He'll get sick and tired of me... he'll leave.

I shook away the feeling of self-doubt and self-loathing as I realized it was pointless. I was being selfish. I was scared he would leave me... when all I've been doing is planning to leave him.

It's more than that, but it's still leaving him. The guilt I feel is immense and especially in this moment as his eyes stare into mine with such- love, I cannot imagine ever wanting to leave. But I can't stay here anymore.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He's the one to break the silence.

"Just thinking..." I grow shy under his gaze that has quickly become a lustful gaze.

"That would be the thoughts I was talking about..." Harry chuckles lowly, standing from the table and collecting the bowls, "I would pay any sum to know what's going on in that pretty little mind of yours."

"My mind is not pretty." I laugh standing myself and smirking.

"Ah but you are pretty so that must mean your mind is too." He laughs.

"That is so not what that means." I am not pretty. I stare at the ground.

"But you are beautiful." Suddenly two bare feet are in my view and Harry's thumb and forefinger are lifting my chin so my gaze meets his, "I love you."

"I love you too." I breathe as his lips come closer.

Like I said- perfect distraction. I love him with all the heart I have left, so he's the perfect getaway from the world.

He brings his hand to my cheek and runs his thumb along my cheekbone.

The breath has escaped my lungs and soon I'm nearly shaking as he just holds me there and stares at me.

"Are you gonna kiss me or just keep staring?" I smile as he rests his forehead against mine.

"I can't help it babe, you're mesmerizing." Bullshit. But thank you.

"Well..." I bite my lip and sway on my heels.

"Shhh." He shushed me. How dare he.

His plush lips press against mine softly as his tongue runs across my lips. Everything about the encounter is stunning, his hands roam my body before resting on my butt. I jump from the contact and it only makes Harry laugh.