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Chapter 15

(Annaliese’s POV)

My head is clouded and I can’t process anything that just happened. I just remember being tied to the chair, and my life slipping away from me. I remember the way I struggled for air and how I screamed Harry’s name as loud as I could. All I’ve ever wanted was to be with him. I don’t know how I got myself into this mess, but if it means being with Harry, then it was all worth it. 

I can’t think of a decent question, because I only have one question in mind.

“Why?” I croak

“To love is to kill.” he says and my eyes widen.

“You love me?” I ask, utterly shocked.

He looks at me as if I’m insane. “Of course I love you,”

Never had I thought that those words would come out of his mouth. Never had I thought those words would ever be said to me. I had always been the unlovable Annaliese Davidson. Nobody cared about me, never mind loved me. By Harry saying this, I feel a sudden burst of enlightenment. Those three words were the only words I have been wanting to hear for such a long time.

“But you don’t love me back.” he says solemnly, and I gasp.

“Are you kidding me?”

“What? I’ve hurt you in so many ways, how can you love me?” he starts to tear up.

“Because everybody in this world is going to hurt me. I just found someone who is worth getting hurt for.” I say, running my hand over his arm.

“I love you Harry,” I whisper and press my lips against his.

He wraps his arms around my waists and pulls me on top of him. I forget about the Harry that I hated, and I only see the Harry that I love. My eyes flutter shut, and I let my body do what it wants. Harry’s hands roam my body, and mine tug at his hair. The feeling inside of me is indescribable, and all the passion between us is evident.

With his lips against mine, I finally feel alive again.

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I lie with my face pressed against his chest, and his hand running up and down my back. I listen to his steady heartbeat, and I let my mind wander.

What would I be doing now if I never met Harry? Would I be enjoying school? Or would I be with my dad? What would things be like if he never broke into my house?

There’s so many questions with no answers, and I can’t help but think about Harry again. He seems to be the only person on my mind lately. Even with all the terrible things he’s done to me, I still love him. I love the good in him, because I know he’s a good person deep inside. I know he has a heart, and a heartless person wouldn’t have saved me from a burning building- twice.

It’s just that everything is so confusing. He hurts me, yet he comforts me. It’s continuous cycle that only leaves me more baffled than the time before. I don’t know why he hurts me, but if it means him loving me after, I will suffer without a question.

Maybe it’s because I am so desperate for love. Maybe it’s because I haven’t felt affection in so long. But the way I feel about Haisn’t out of desperation. No, it’s not that at all. You don’t feel butterflies in your stomach for just anyone. It’s the little things he says or does that makes me feel wanted; and because of that, I haven’t hurt myself.

It’s so odd not to pick up a blade every day, crying because of this or that. I feel so much more happy now, believe it or not.

“Do you want to go on a walk?” Harry asks, bringing me out of my reverie.

“Sure,”

We get up, and start walking. We don’t know where we’re going, but it’s somewhere. I intertwined my fingers with his, and we swing our arms back and forth. If anyone were to look at us, they’d think we’re a couple; because we are. A really fucked up one- but still, a couple.

“I’m really sorry for everything I’ve done to you Annaliese. I don’t know why I did any of it. ” Harry apologizes. 

"How is it possible that the most beautiful person can also be the ugliest?" I ask referring to the two sides of him. 

Harry snaps his head towards me with an incredulous look on his face. 

"Are you on drugs?" he questions and I nearly laugh. 

"No! Why would you think that?" 

"You just called me ugly. Should I take you to the eye doctor?" I know he’s teasing, but I need him to be serious. 

"Oh, I can't see the part of you that's ugly; I can only feel it." 

"It's not fair." Harry states. 

"What's not fair?" 

"There are no parts of you that are ugly." 

"And you think I'm the one that needs my eyes checked." I roll my eyes and he shakes his head. 

He walks a few steps ahead of me, and I hear him mutter, "She's so beautiful, and yet has no clue."

short chapter, sorry! thank you to the people who put up with my slow updates!