Silent Screams » Harry Styles

Chapter 17

It was about an hour later when Harry and I decided to go home. I run up the stairs while giggling as he chases me, tickling me as he ran. My stomach is hurting from laughing so much, and Harry isn't giving up.

"Stop! Stop! I can't breathe!" I yell as I run into the room.

We both fall back onto the bed and I try to tickle him back. Laughter fills the air and excitement overwhelms me. I haven't been so happy in so long. I haven't smiled, never mind laughed, and I'm glad that I'm sharing these moments with Harry. 

"Want to do something fun?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Like what?" I ask innocently.

"Oh you know exactly what I'm talking about." he pokes me and I bite my lip.

"No really, what?" I push, and he smirks.

"I'm not your sex-ed teacher Miss Annaliese," he teases and I laugh.

"Okay, okay." I give in.

"Great," he says and walks to the drawer. He pulls out a small packet, and my eyes widen.

"Um, Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't think I want to." I say stiffly and he looks up.

"What? Are you scared?" he asks and I shake my head.

"It's not that...it's-it's...."

"Oh stop worrying! It'll be fine." he says and takes his shirt off.

He walks over to me and I take a deep breath. Looks like my secret isn't going to be much of a secret anymore. He lifts my shirt over my head and I close my eyes. There's a few moments of silence and then I hear him gasp. I open my eyes slowly, and he's staring at my arms. I bring them up to my chest, but he holds them in both hands.

"Why?" he breathes, looking at me with his mouth hanging open.

He touches my scars lightly, making sure not to hurt me. His bottom lip quivers and he looks up at me.

"Oh Annaliese," he sighs and a single tear rolls down his cheek.

I can feel the wetness in my eyes and I try not to look at him. I've never seen him like this before, and I don't like it at all. I want my arrogant and charming Harry. I don't like sad Harry at all. He brings his lips to my skin, and I stare at him in awe. He kisses my scars, and looks at me.

"Don't try to cover yourself. You're beautiful." he says.

"Are you okay?" Harry asks.

"Yeah," I say.

I look up at his captivating brown eyes and I kiss his cheek. I could never get tired of looking at him. Flaws and all, he's still perfect to me. The way he talks and acts and just everything he does is so graceful. I don't know how I got myself into this situation but I'm glad I did. I am the happiest girl in the world right now, and I'm not going to let anybody bring me down. Harry makes me happy, and I hope that I make him happy too.

"I love you so much," I say softly.

"I love you more than you can ever imagine," he whispers.