She ~ Harry styles fan fiction

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He loves me?

Harry lets out a loud moan and freezes on top of me for a moment. He climbs off of me and covers me with a blanket and I sit up.

"Umm... how was that? Are you okay? Was I too rough... I really tried to hold back baby." Harry rambles as he runs his hands through his hair.

"Hey...it was perfect Harry." I lean towards him with the blanket wrapped around my naked body. "You're perfect." I kiss his lips softly and he slowly shuts his eyes.

I debate weather or not mentioning the fact that he said he loved me. Did he actually mean it or was it just in that moment? Uncertainty fills my mind, I look up and he's staring at me.

"Do you want water or anything... maybe tea?" He offers. Why is he being so weird right now.

"I'll go make it" I stand up with the blanket wrapped around me and fall right to my knees. "Ouch." I fall and laugh.

"Bella... i'm so sorry." He lifts me up onto the bed and grabs me his t-shirt to put on.

"Sorry for what?" I say as I put the shirt on.

"I did that to you... I said I wouldn't hurt you." He says keeping his head down.

"Harry you didn't... I promise. I'm just a little sore that's all." I assure him with a smile.

"I'll go make the tea." He kisses me on the cheek and goes downstairs. I look down at my shaky hands and try to calm myself down. Even though I wasn't able to do much but stay in one position I have never felt closer to Harry. I loved watching him in that euphoric state and it was so much more passionate then anything else we have done.

And he said he loved me. How can he love me. Do I love him? Do I even know what love is? Does he?

Harry walks back in with a cup of tea and I thank him for making it for me. It's pretty late but I don't want to sleep yet.

Harry lays his head down in my lap and I run my fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes.

"Talk to me." I say and he open his eyes and looks at me.

"About what?" He says while still laying in my lap.

"You." I say and he laughs . Maybe after having sex he will open up more.

"Okay... ask me anything you want." He says and million questions fill my head.

"What's your favorite movie?" I start with something simple even though I have way deeper questions I want to ask.

"Umm... I guess Psycho." He says and I laugh.

"Of course it's a horror movie." I laugh.

"I don't really watch movies... or have time for them I guess." He says

"Even when you were a child?" I ask.

"Yeah...when I was in the orphanage it wasn't really my main focus. I had to make sure my sister was protected." He says making my heart hurt.

"I'm so sorry..." I begin. "A child doesn't deserve that." I hate to think about Harry having to be so mature at such a young age.

"It's okay..." He says. "Next question.."I can tell he wants to move on from the subject.

As we lay in bed we talk about everything. He finally explains to me how his father was a drunk and his mother left them with him at a young age. He finally got away from his abusive father one day by running to a neighbors house. Tears fill my eyes as he tells me the horrid stories of his father. He assures me that he's okay and that if he ever saw his father again he would kill him ... I can't help but agree with him on this one. We move on from the dark subject and I ask him about his relationship with Niall, Louis and Ashton.

"Niall and Louis were the first members I met and they took me under their wing." He explains. "I lived with Niall for a little while until Micheal set me up with this house." He says.

"I like Niall... he seems nicer then the other guys." Harry nods.

"I guess he is... but when it comes down to savage business he's the cruel one." He says with a small laugh. "I have seen Niall kill a man for accidentally bumping into Crystal." He says casually and my mouth flies open.

"That's horrible..." I say quietly.

"I would do the same thing..." He says and I look up at him.

"What? For bumping into me?" I ask. Is he crazy?

"Yeah... I almost killed that guy for grabbing you at the club. He was lucky Ashton stopped me." He says and shivers go down my back.

"I don't want you to kill anyone on my account." I say. I would feel so guilty for the rest of my life. "I already feel horrible that you killed that man who was looking for me in the bathroom." I add.

"Oh yeah I forgot about that." He says and my eyes widen.

"You forgot you killed someone?" I ask him. I don't know why it's just hitting me that he does tense horrible things.

"It was so long ago... I also killed someone that night I came home drunk." He mentions.

"What? Who?" I say while crossing my arms.

"Some guy at Ashton's house seemed like a snake so I killed him."

"You didn't even know if he was?" I say this is all so foreign to me.

"You act as if you didn't know that I do this all the time Bella." Harry sits up.

"I know you did these things it's just shocking to hear it so casually." I cross my arms.

"Well you need to get used to it. You're father does this, your brother does too. It's normal." He says like it's no big deal.

"It's far from normal Harry." I say.

"Are you seriously upset about this?" Why is he getting mad at me.

"A little bit." I say he acts as if i'm the crazy one.

"I don't want to talk about this right now Bella." He rolls his eyes.

"Of course you don't." I lay down and turn away from him.

"Can we not fight after just having sex." He says and I turn back over to him. "I want to make sure you're okay." I decide to let this all go for now. There's nothing I can do to change it. He's in a gang and that's that.

"Okay i'll drop it." Harry holds out his hand and pulls me into his arms.

"Did Ashton say anything to you?" He says as I pull away. Great here we go.

"Umm..." I begin. I want to word it in a way that won't piss him off. "He walked in when I was crying." I say and his eyes widen.

"When we're you crying Bella?" He asks.

"After you yelled at me in the kitchen and said this wasn't supposed to happen..." 
I begin but Harry interrupts me.

"I wouldn't have left you if I knew you were crying." He looks annoyed. "What did he say?"

"He told me that you talked to Crystals dad and that he gave you a reality check?" I say questioning the meaning behind that.

"I already admitted to you how I feel now." He says

"You asked me. That's just what he said." I roll my eyes and we're back to this Harry. "I'm tired Harry and sore. I just want to sleep not fight." I turn over again and he lays down with me pulling me into his chest.

"Promise you won't leave me." He says and I sigh.

"I promise Harry." I hold tightly on to his arm.