Call Me a Thief (Harry Styles)

19. Forget Me Not

uh..... its been ages. sorry. I'm crazy super excited about this though.... it's almost over! and then i can focus on THE FINAL BOOK with @eclipse3318. It's called Love Never Fails. I'm really excited about it! :)

Enjoy this lovely chapter!!

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Chapter 19- Forget Me Not

            Beth-

            Harry stood at the edge of my bed, his hands gripping the bed rails, waiting for me to speak. And for a long, tiring moment, as the drugs began to fade from my system because of the adrenaline, I couldn’t think of a way to start my story. There was no perfect way, obviously. Regardless, I finally gathered my courage and opened up, feeling so relieved that I could barely get all the words out clearly.

He listened. He stood and faithfully listened, expressionless, while I spilled my heart and what was left of my soul – I was at the point where I didn’t care if I hurt anyone by not coming forward until now. I was at the point where the sheer relief of telling the story to Harry brought me to tears. I was beyond the point where anything mattered except one thing: I had kept everything from Harry, and I was coming clean now.

            “Harry… Ross tried to rape me. That’s why I freaked out on you that day in the bowling alley, and why I was so distant there for a while. It’s the reason why I cried in the park that day. It’s the reason for, well, a lot of things. He’s been…. Something to deal with the last few months, Harry.”

I detailed the whole story, from the time I met Ross until the time when Harry and I met up again. And he hung on every word. His adoration of me was clear, and his hands grew tighter on the railings of the bed at just the right parts; if I was telling about Ross yelling at me, Harry’s fists would clench, his knuckles gleaming white. When I told him how much I had cared for Ross and how sweet he “seemed” to be, Harry relaxed, the empathy he carried for me clearly evident.

But somewhere in my story he got lost, probably in the reasons why I wouldn’t tell him something to vital, something so important to my well-being. And honestly, it was understandable. Why wouldn’t I tell him? I should have, what with our relationship already being a trial due to One Direction. And it was that precise lack of trust that was eating at me now, begging for me to pay attention to Harry’s reaction. I had to watch, just to make sure he still wanted what we had together.

I had been watching his hands for so long that I didn’t take in his facial expressions. When I did so, the result was shocking - Harry’s face, throughout my story, went from one of shock to one of sympathy, one of love, one of understanding, and then anger swept all those faces away and left me with one very destroyed and betrayed Harry Styles, staring at me wordlessly after I finished speaking.

“Anything else?” he mumbled quietly.

My once hopeful expression drained away, and I fumbled for something else to say. I had never seen him this upset, this hurt, especially by something I did… or rather, something I didn’t do.