The Bad Boy

Chapter 61

(The song for this chapter is Don't Let Me Go by Harry Styles)

Stephanie's P.O.V.

It's my fault. If I wasn't so stupid Trevor never would have hit me. I screwed up our perfect relationship. It was all my fault because I can never do anything right. I've shoved this deep down inside of me and seeing Harry's fist clench reminded me so much of Trevor that I accidently begged for him to not to hit me. What was I thinking? I'm so stupid and now he's pissed and this is ALL MY FAULT!!!!!!!!!!

"Harry it is my fault, how can you not see it? If I would have just remembered none of this would have ever happened!" I sob. I don't even know why I'm crying. Self pity I suppose.

"It's not your fault." He argues, climbing to his feet and stepping towards me, trying to cradle me in his arms.

"I'm disgusting. Don't touch me." I sob, stepping backwards. "I don't deserve you. It's all my fault. I turned Trevor into a monster because it was all my fault."

He looks at me, his pretty green eyes watered down, his puppy dog eyes roaming my face. I've never seen him look so sad, not even when he decided to cut out string in England. It's my fault I'm causing him all this pain.

"Let me hold you Steph. Please." His arms are open and look so inviting. His voice is strained and thick.

I can't resist. I rush forwards, into his arms. The encircle me and I breathe in the scent of axe and a scent uniquely Harry as I soak his chest with tears, his warm skin pressed to my cheek. I don't know how long we stand there before he lifts me feet off the ground so he can sink down to sit down on the make shift mattress. He cradles me in his arms like a baby.

"I love you Stephanie, okay? And I would never ever hit you." He promises, his mouth pressed to the top of my head as I curl into his chest.

I sniffle in response, hiccuping too while my head never moves from it's resting place in the crook of his neck.

"I swear to god. I'd never do that to you. It kills me to see you hurt like this and nothing in this world would ever cause me to do this to you. And I beg you to believe me, Steph because I don't know what I'll do if you don't." He begs, his arms squeezing me into his body.

I give him a small nod, hoping he feels it so I won't have to say anything.

"Steph, look at me." I feel his hand under my chin, bringing me to look at him.

I stare up into his eyes as he says "Promise me. Promise me you believe that I won't ever hit you."

"I believe you. I promise." I sniffle.

"Good." He pulls me back to his chest with bone crushing strength. "Why wouldn't you let me put my arm around you earlier?"

"Trevor said he wanted a hug and when I went to hold him he hit me in my stomach." I hiccup.

Harry curses. "I swear to god when we get back I'll track that son of a b*tch down and f****** kill him."

This causes me too smile into his neck, and I feel his heart flutter against my chest.

"I love you." I whisper.

"I love you too." He agrees.

"Can we lay down?" I ask. "I'm so tired." I hiccup twice in a row.

"Yeah." Harry says and then shifts us under the cover without taking his arms from around me. Finally I end up cradled up against him, my back to his chest, his legs tucked up under mine.

I feel him lean over, his breath tickling my ear as he leans over and plants a kiss on my cheek. Who thought such a horrible night could turn out to end so greatly.