She ~ Harry styles fan fiction

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"Just breathe." Harry says as I sit on his bed breathing violently.

"I can't... kill him." I shake. "Harry why did I say those things. I mean of course I hate him!" I stand up and start to pace holding my hand to my forehead.

"Vance won't have you kill him... he wants too." Harrys says calmly.

"Harry I'm too weak and emotional for something that." I say sitting back down on the bed. "I don't care what my father did... he doesn't deserve to die." I admit. "No matter how angry I am."

"Why would you tell Vance that your going to help him then?" Harry asks me.

"I don't know... I didn't want to stay with him or have him hurt you. I was saying whatever to make him happy." I say.

"Don't worry about it right now love." Harry grabs my chin. "I'm going to protect you no matter what." He says to me pressing his lips against mine.

His embrace sends me into a different headspace. It's lips move with mine and he pulls me closer to him. He stops for a moment and tucks my hair behind my ear.

"God, you are so beautiful." He says and I smile.

His lips attack mine once again and I lean back on the bed as he climbs on me. His hands run down my side and I flinch at touch as anticipation grows in my lower stomach.

"It's been a long day..." Harry says and I know where he's going with this.

"Harry please you don't have to do this every time." I say sitting up.

"Do what?" He asks.

"Make sure I want to... I love you and if I didn't want too or was too overwhelmed I would tell you." I explain.

"Okay... you cant get mad if I ask you again I just need to hear you say it." he says and I nod. I know he's just being caring but sometimes I just need to be distracted from my emotions.

"I won't get mad." I laugh and he leans in pressing his lips to my neck sucking lightly.

He sits up and pulls me up with him to straddle his waist. I can feel him harden under me and I move my hips on him.

"Fuck." He curses under his breath as I continue to move my hips on him. "I need you now." He says lifting me up he unbuckles his pants and I pull my off as well in a hurry to be back in his arms. He lifts my shirt off and I get on my tippy toes to reach his lips. He picks me up and I straddle his waist.

To my surprise instead of laying back down on the bed he pushes me up against the wall and immediately pushing himself into me. I gasp and hold tightly to his back and he moves me.

"Is this... okay." He says with a shaking breath. I nod and press my lips to his. He continues to thrust into me and pushes me harder against the wall. His head rest in my shoulder his lips graze my neck.

"Oh my god." I breathe in deeply and feel my thighs tense up against his hip bones. My back presses against the wall as I move with his body.

"I love you." He says softly in my ear and I grip his back tightly rubbing my nails up and down his back. I throw my head back and he pushes into my harder. He squeezes me tightly as he finishes and I can feel our deep breaths in sync.

He sets me back down on the bed and pulls his boxers back on as we both lay there. It pull the sheet over me look at him. He chest moves up and down and he stares up at the ceiling. The way he breathes even memorizes me.

"What?" He turns to me with a small smirk.

"I love you... that's all." I say with a smile. I sit up and lean my head on his chest. I run my fingers over his cheats tattoo of a butterfly.

"Does this have any meaning?" I ask him while still tracing it with my fingers.

"My sister... she loved butterflies." He sits up. "She would beg me to go outside with her everyday when we lived in the foster home. She would try to catch them with a small net we made out of an old shirt and sticks." I see him smile slightly.

"Would you catch any with that?" I ask him with a laugh.

"No..." He laughs. "I got this tattoo for her." He says quietly.

"Tell me more about her." I ask.

"She was quiet but still funny." He says. "She would get herself into trouble at primary school and I would have to talk them out of the parent meetings since we didn't have any." He laughs. "I mean that's not funny." He laughs again and I join him.

"What happened to her?" I ask him. Harry immediately stands up and I give him a strange look.

"Drop it." He walks over to the door and I can hear his footsteps going down the stairs. I quickly pull on my hoodie and shorts and follow him down. He stands at the fridge with a beer in his hand.

"You can't get mad." I say with my arms crossed. "I thought maybe you were ready to talk about it..." I begin.

"Well i'm not." He says taking a swig of the beer.

"You're afraid to face your emotions." I say. "You can let yourself be sad or cry." I tell him.

"Bella I said drop it!" He raises his voice at me.

"I'm not trying to push you!" I add. "I just want you to open up to me a little more."

"I'll tell you whatever you want... but don't ask me about my sister again." He says.

"Why are you so afraid of talking about her!" I say. He throws the beer bottle against he wall and I flinch. "Are you kidding me." I say.

"I said don't fucking push me and what are you doing?" He walks over to me and I back up. His eyes are dark and he looks incredibly angry. "I warned you."

"You warned me?" I almost laugh. "I'm not afraid of you Harry. I'm not just a girl you kidnapped anymore." I say crossing my arms. "If you hurt me..." I back up with shaking hands.

"You think I would hurt you." He says and his face loosens up a little bit.

"I don't know." I admit.

"Clean this up." He pushes past me and goes upstairs. I can hear the door slam and I roll my eyes.