Give Me Love

Chapter 1

Author's Note:

Yeah, I deleted the previous chapter 1 because I wanted to change it up a bit. So enjoy!

-xx.

**Natalie's POV**

"Hey, Nat," Harry grunted sleepily, rubbing his eyes. "Why are you here at three in the morning?"

"Jason got mad when I spilled wine on the floor and things got..violent," I explained nervously, playing with my thumb nail. 

He suddenly looked concern, bringing me inside from the cold weather. "Violent?"

I nodded, biting my lip.

"As in, hitting you? Domestic violence?" 

I nodded once again. 

"Natalie is this the first time or is it reoccuring?" 

"Reoccuring," I said, my voice coming out raspy. I cleared my throat. 

"D-do you want me to call the police? Why haven't you told me before? Natalie where did he hit you?" he said, talking a mile a minute. 

"Uh, I guess, I was scared, on my arms and back and maybe a slap across the face," I said answering all his questions.

Harry already had his phone out, tapping away the emergency numbers and waited for the station to pick up, tapping his foot, one of his habits he did when he was upset.

"Harry, you're mad," I sighed.

"Bloody right I'- Oh hello. Yes I'd like to report demostic abuse between my friend and her boyfriend. Yes the boyfriend was hitting her."

He gave the information and I sat there, playing with the loose seams of his couch. "That should be that, they're on the way now," Harry announced. 

I smiled at him. "Thanks, Haz. Um, I'm a bit tired so I'll go to the guest room."

"Nope." 

"What?" I laughed. 

"You woke me up and now I'm not tired anymore, let's do some baking!" he said, happily.

"Are you mental?" I laughed harder as he grabbed my wrist and dragged me over to the kitchen.

"Just a bit. Now, what should we make cookie, muffins, brownies, ooh cupcakes." 

"You still like to bake, huh?" I smiled. I guess the famous Harry Styles hasn't changed much since fame. 

"Of course," he smiled, his green eyes twinkling. He pulled the cupcake batter down from the cabinet and got frosting out as well. 

"Okay, get me three eggs, flour, sugar, milk," he listed off the ingredients and I shuffled around the kitchen grabbing them. I got a pinch of flour and rubbed it on his face.

His mouth formed a little 'o', the ends of his mouth turning up. "So that's how we do it now, yeah?" he chuckled and got at least a fistful and rubbed it on my forehead down to my chin. 

"Oh my goodness," I laughed, throwing my head back. 

Harry laughed too, his genuine laugh, the one where he throws his head back, closing his eyes, the creases showing, and then covered his mouth. 

"You look ridiculous," Harry said between laughs. He got out his phone to take a picture and I pulled a goofy face. 

"So do you, Styles. Okay, now back to the cupcakes because I'm craving them now."