Love Me [Harry Styles]

21.

"I know I'm probably much too late to try and apologize for my mistakes, but I just want you to know.."

Dani's POV

"Harry, you keep saying that as if it'll change anything,"

"I know, I know, but don't you want me?"

I rolled my eyes, knowing he couldn't see, "of course I want you, don't be stupid."

His grip on me tightened as he took my chin in his left hand, tilting my face so that our eye met, "You're precious," he smiled down at me. I kissed his fingertips as we continued to wash each other, with only the sound of the water running. The silence was nothing near awkward, yet soothing, and, even calming. After what seemed to be like 20 minutes of rinsing our bodies together, Harry stepped out of the shower first, wrapping a towel lowly around his waist, and opening another in his arms for me to step into.

As I carefully stepped out of tub, I felt myself trying to meet his gaze as he carefully tucked the ends of the towel under each of my arms, as the now damp towel slung to my body. I turned from his arms, reaching over the counter to grab another towel. Once I turned back to Harry, I began to dry his body, from his hair down to his torso; everywhere the towel already on his body didn't cover. He steadily placed a hand on my hip, watching me attentively.

"Done," I said slowly as I pressed a soft kiss on his plump lips.

"My turn," he said as he leaned over me, grabbing a towel. My hand immediately reached up to his shoulder, supporting myself as he suddenly placed his weight onto me.

He grabbed the towel and scrunched it once the ends of my hair were gathered under it. Keeping the same movements, his eyes never leaving mine. Once my hair was mostly damp, he placed one final rub over my shoulders, getting rid of the tiny droplets that were still on my skin.

"Okay, D."

He walked out of the bathroom after putting the towels in the hamper by the door and I promptly followed. I put on my knickers as Harry handed me a huge Packers hoodie. Accepting it, I turned away from Harry as I let the towel fall from my body. Sliding my arms through the sleeves, the sweater landed just above my thigh.

"You look cute," I heard Harry peep from behind me. The smile I once had faltered as I turned around and noticed he was fully clothed, jeans, a coat, even his boots.

"Are you going somewhere?" I asked slowly as I picked up the towel that once covered my body. Walking to the bathroom to place the towel away, Harry didn't bother following me. In fact, once I returned, he was spritzing his Tom Ford cologne that I've grown to love all over his clothes.

"Yeah, uh, Niall's throwing some get together with the lads. Pretty last minute, but uh, I'll be back by midnight okay?" he said as I watched him suspiciously.

"Sure," I said walking over to my bag and slipping on my leggings.

"Wait, where are you going?" Harry asked as he took my bag from my hands and placed it back onto the couch by his closet.

"To the hotel," I said, agitated by his unforeseen change of plans.

I watched as he furrowed his brows, "What? Why?"

"I only come here to stay with you Harry, there's no point if you won't be here," I said as I tried to reach behind him to grab my purse.

"No, no, I'll try to hurry but please stay, I'll be right back baby," he said softly.

My gaze softened and I realized it'd be easier to give in than argue against at this point.

"Okay, just go," I huffed, walking away from him but failing as he hauled me into his chest.

"That's my girl," he said, placing wet kisses on and around my lips. I giggled at the sloppy expression.

"I'll see you later," he said before kissing me one last time and leaving me alone in his room.

I watched a few documentaries after Harry left, it was now 1 am and he still hadn't returned. Worried that something might've happened, I decided to text Niall, since Harry's phone barely had battery when he left.

To: Niall
Hey Ni! How's it going? X

From: Niall
Dani it's late ! I'm in bed about to head off to sleep , what's got ya up ?

I frowned to myself, what about Harry?

To: Niall
Oh have you seen Harry? Just watching tv :)

From: Niall
Hazza? I didn't see him tonight love ! I seen on twitter he's out with Gigi !

I felt my heart sink as I felt a pang of jealousy run through my veins. Gigi? Hadid? The insanely beautiful model?

I quickly replied to Niall thanking him and saying good night as I opened up Twitter and scrolled through my Twitter feed. Several pictures of Harry and Gigi were all over, his arms around her waist as her arms tightly grasped around his neck. He had a drink in his hand as it seemed he was laughing at something she was saying. That bastard. It was one thing to go see a girl on a free night, it was another to tell the girl you're screwing you were going to hang out with your "lads."

Furiously, I took off his sweater and threw it onto his bed. I put on my own shirt and cardigan I had in his drawers from previous nights of staying with him. Of course. I shoud've known. I'm just a stupid little girl to him. Just a dumb, silly, whore in his eyes that'll do anything for him behind closed doors. His own personal toy. Not anymore, this has happened one too many times, and quite frankly I wouldn't mind seeing Harry react to me being with someone that wasn't him.

Grabbing my bag and slipping on the heels I came with, I stepped outside and felt my body stiffen at the cold breeze. I didn't feel like calling an Uber so I walked. I walked for 15 minutes before removing my heels and holding both of them in my hand as I continued. I mentally cursed at myself for deciding to walk barefoot when Harry lived so far away from my hotel. I glanced at my phone quickly, ignoring Harry's texts messages and calls. Checking the time, I quickly shoved my phone back into my purse. 2:32 am. Already? And I wasn't even near the hotel. What a great way to end the night.

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Taking slow steps towards the hotel door entrance, I didn't even bother putting my heels back on to look presentable. I walked inside, the heat of the hotel immediately warming up my body. I was tired. Mentally, physically, drained. Walking into the elevator I pressed my floor number and closed my eyes, resting my shoulder against the wall thinking about what I had just done. It was now 3:45 am. I laughed coldly to myself as I realized I didn't think this whole 'walking home' thing through.

Stepping into my hotel room, I threw my clothes off, stripping from my bra and panties completely, as I went under the covers. I was scared to look at my feet. My whole body was absolutely sore, and I couldn't bare to glimpse the massive blisters covering the both of my feet. I slackly swung my arm to the end of the bed, grabbing my phone once more from my purse. My eyes began to twitch as I lowered the brightness.

14 missed calls and 68 missed messages, from Harry.

Not in the mood to respond or call him back, I shot Monique a quick message letting her know I won't be in tomorrow, that I had a 'rough night.'

Rolling over, I shut my eyes as I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Wiping it away quickly, I shook my head in disappointment. Forget it. You mean nothing to Harry. Harry means nothing to you.

Author's Note
Couldn't resist from updating. How do you like it? - D xx