Through the Dark (Harry Styles) [Bk. 1] *Editng*

39. Belong

Author's Note

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 Eleanor’s POV

                I was sitting on Louis’s lap while we watched television but my mind was still focusing on Elizabeth.

“She is so heartbroken Louis. How are we going to help her?” I asked looking up at him. “She is so scared.”

He nodded. “I know but we will figure it out.” He said pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. The door suddenly  bursts open and we both look up.

Harry walks in and stands in front of the TV and I scowled at him. “I know I shouldn’t be here but I don’t know what else to do or where to go. I feel like I am dying. Please I have to speak to her please.” he pleaded.

I turned to look at Louis to see what he might say. Louis gave me a small smile and looked at Harry. “She fell asleep a few minutes ago; she’s in the guest room” I rolled my eyes.

Harry’s face lit up. “Thank you!’ he said and quickly headed up the stairs.

“Why did you let him go?” I asked crossing my arms over my chest.

Louis sighed. “They have to talk Eleanor. I know you’re upset cause she is your best friend she is mine too but Harry is as well. You and I both know that we want them to be happy” I sighed.

Louis smiled at me and gave me a gentle kiss.

Harry’s POV

                I slowly made my way down the hall and quietly clicked opened the door to the guest room. I stepped in and she was asleep all curled up and tangled in the sheets. I gently closed the door behind me and walked over to her side.

She looked so peaceful; I started to get second thoughts on waking her up. I brushed my hand over her skin to just feel that she was actually there even though at the moment she wasn’t mine. I had done this multiple times already to her but she never knew. She’ll never know how even before I had ever spoken to her I have climbed in through her window and watched her sleep. Her parents were never home so I never had to worry about waking them up. I hated the fact that her parents are never around. Elizabeth was always alone in that huge empty house.  If she was my daughter I would never leave her unattended.

Elizabeth would never know the nights that I have watched her sleep and sat in the corner of the room listening to her nocturnal confessions. Her voice always seemed to silence the voices in my head and I never understood why until now. I love her, there is no doubt about that. She is the one that takes all of the darkness away from me.

I felt a small soft smile play on my lips. I’m drunk with her-of her- intoxicated so deeply I don’t think I will ever get out of this addiction. Her skin feels smooth as feathers, as the most beautiful silk seems so flawless it makes my heart beat steadily. Warmth started to spread from my fingertips from where I touched her soft cheek.  It filled my veins, made tingles run over my skin, it made butterflies fluttered playfully down my spine and my smile grew wider. I know I shouldn’t be smiling due to the heavy situation that we are in but I can’t shake this feeling.   Elizabeth is my angel and she belongs to me, she has to.  

I slowly leaned down and placed a feather liked kiss on her forehead. I pulled away from her and quietly walked out of the guest room.