Harry’s POV.

I walked away from her to use the restroom and avoid more feelings and what felt like fighting. How did she not understand that I cared about her? After using the restroom, I faced the mirror to observe the bruise on my face around my right eye. Last night at the bar I got in a fight with some prick, don’t ask me why. I couldn’t even remember.

The bathroom door slowly opened and Marley was standing in the doorway all beautiful just staring at me.

“Hi you.” I told her as I looked at her before turning the sink on to wash my face off again.Before dunking my head into the sink I felt warm arms around my waist and a cold cheek against my bareback. I looked up at my self in the mirror and sighed at this situation we had created, I placed my hands on hers and I felt her kiss the backside of me.

“I don’t like when we raise our voices at each other.” She confessed from behind me. Still unable to really read what she was thinking because I couldn’t see her face. I unwrapped her arms from my torso and turned around now facing her and lifting her petite body on the sink counter. Spreading her thighs and standing in the void space between them.

“I know I’m sorry. I don’t like it either.” I told her. Now I could read her and she was sad. She was confused.

“I have some really strong feelings for you, but I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Ya know? What now? I’m broken Harry. I’m like this plate that someone threw on the floor and I’m in pieces. I’ve been in pieces and you can’t put me back together. Don’t bother.” She told me with a slow tear running down her eye.

It killed me that she thought she was unfixable and it killed me ever more that she though I wanted to fix her. That she thought her ‘broken’ self wasn’t enough for me.

“You can’t change what has happened to you Jay. And I don’t want you too. You are this beautiful human being and you don’t even realize it. I don’t want to fix you or change you. I just want to be with you.Tears.Bruises.And all. I want all of it. I want to hold your hand while we walk down the street. I want to take you to brunch and I hate brunch. I want you to hang out with my family and I on Sundays. I want you to travel with me and I want to show you all the things you’ve dreamed about seeing. I want to know you. And in your next mental breakdown, I want to take care of you the way you took care of me this morning. I’m not going to hurt you the way the rest of the world did.” I confessed all of my deepest desires to her. All while she was sitting there gape mouthed unable to take it all in.

“I just don’t understand how someone can want to do those things with me.” She whispered.

“I don’t need you to understand it. I just need you to know it. I need you to know that I’m done fucking up. That I’m going to take care of you and protect you and I don’t really ca-“ then her lips collided with mine so hard. Her hands were entangled in my hair and her legs were wrapped around my hips. My right hand on her neck and my left hand on her hip.

Why has nothing ever felt this right before? Then she pulled away. Why are you pulling away?

I stared into her beating eyes.

“Harry…”

“Marley.” I said back.

“I hate brunch.” She told me as serious as possible. Causing me to burst into a fit of laughter.

“You know I’m going to fall in love with you right.” I now told her as I gazed in awe during her fit of laughter. She stopped and inhaled deeply.

“Why would you do that?” she asked me as if it was a mistake.

“Because it’s already happening.” I told her after braking eye contact and staring at our intertwined fingers.

“Can we take a nap? Then go get dinner? Maybe catch a movie or do something coupely.” She asked me shyly.

“Maybe, depends.” I told her before kissing her hand.

“On what?” she asked me pulling me in closer with her legs.

“Are you my girlfriend?” I asked her nervously.

“Depends.” Shit.

“On what my love?” I asked her.


Marley’s POV.

Harry was this beautiful wonderful man and he wanted to actually be with me.

“Are you my girlfriend?” he asked me. Holy shit. No one had associated the ‘G’ word with me since I was 6 and Tyler Carrick chased me around the playground and kissed me in front of the swing set. I punched him. Then he told everyone we were dating.

“Depends.” I told him. And it really did depend on a lot of things but none of those mattered right now. Only one thing mattered.

“On what my love?” he asked me before kissing my other hand now.

“Are you going to carry me to that bed and make out with me till I fall asleep?” I asked him and although he chuckled. I was as serious as I had been all morning.

“Is that what you want?” Yes Harry. It is.

“Yes. I want it like I want to be with you.” I told him kissing his cheek.

“Done and done.” As he wrapped his arms around my back and to my butt holding me up taking me to my bed.I could have had sex with harry but heaven knows I wasn’t ready and God knows if this is love cause I don’t know.

He laid me on the bed and hovered over me stuck in that Harry Styles gaze I am sure every girl dreams of.

“You’re beautiful. “ he told me as serious as he’s been all morning.

And for the first time in forever. I didn’t feel so invisible.

Why has nothing ever felt this right before?

That’s right because none of them were him.

Notes

Hello my lovely readers. Apologies that its been about 10 days I was on vacation and spent all my money to ease my mind. Just so you know, you are all so beautiful and I don't want you to ever think you aren't. I would also like to address that there will always be haters in this world who are always going to have something negative to say. Don't listen. You're perfect.

Thank you for sticking with me for so long and giving me a sense of validation. You are all really the greatest. I hope you have a beautiful Wednesday. . Send me your thoughts. Thank you for being you. <3