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*Harry’s P.O.V*

(Y/N) looked at me, tears brimming her eyes. I hated seeing her cry, it broke my heart. The fact that she was crying because of something I had done was even worse.

“I just can’t.” She whispers, looking down.

“What do you mean?” I ask her, how can she not see that she was the only one I wanted?

“You’ll find someone better, someone who is more suited to you, and you’ll leave. You’ll leave me broken.” She says, her voice cracking towards the end. She really cared about me; maybe she even cared about me just as much as I cared about her.

“I won’t! Why are you acting like this?!” I ask, she was blowing the situation out of proportion, again. She did that a lot; it was like she constantly wanted to fight with me. She remained silent, looking up at me, “What are you so afraid of?” I whisper, stepping closer to her, tears now running down her cheeks, her eyes red and puffy.

“I don’t think we can work out.” She mumbled, looking down at the floor again. What?! She couldn’t do that! After everything… No, she couldn’t.

“No, (Y/N).” I say sternly, “The problem isn’t we it’s you. You’re the one who is blowing this out of proportion; you always seem to be picking a fight with me… Why?” I ask, my voice cracking.

“I can’t…” She trailed off.

“You can’t what?!” I say coldly, pissed off.

“I CAN’T FUCKING FALL FOR YOU!” She yelled before breaking down into tears. I rush over to her and cradle her in my arms, stroking her hair as she cried into my chest.

“My dad was with my mum for 20 years and he still left her. He got bored of her and cheated on her with another woman. How do I know you won’t do the same?!” She cried, looking up at me. That’s when I understood. The reason she had always been so cold to me, she was afraid to fall. She was afraid of falling and having no one to catch her. I soothed her, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Looking down at her, I saw a broken girl, her walls built high. There was nothing I wanted to do more than knock down those walls; I wanted her to let me in. The night we admitted our feelings for each other, I told her that, I told her to let me in. It was going to be much harder than anticipated, but she was worth it. Thinking about it, there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. I love the way she crinkles her nose up at me after I had have a cigarette or a drink. I love the way that when she laughs, one of her eyes slightly close, creasing up at the side. I love how she can be so shy, yet so sassy around me. I love how she can make me happy, how she can control my anger. Whenever I’m angry, she soothes me, clams me down. I love how she always looks out for me, even if there is nothing to worry about, how she always tells me to be careful. I love how her eyes lit up when she saw what I had planned for our first date. I love how she could just get up in the morning, no shower, no freshening up, no nothing, and still look stunning. I love how she was naturally beautiful, she didn’t need any make-up at all, in fact, I preferred her without it. I love the fact that even now she doesn’t judge me according to what other say. I love the fact that she gave me a second chance, a second chance to prove myself worthy. I love the fact that whenever I’d hint at something dirty she’s blush and look up at the ceiling, she was so innocent. I love her innocence; I want to be the one to take it away from her. I want to be her first time. I don’t want to have sex with her; I want to make love to her. And that’s when it hit me… I loved her. The girl that lay broken in my arms, that one girl, could make me feel an emotion that I didn’t think I was capable of. It’s scary how someone can make such an impact on your life, on you. That without them, you feel like nothing, you feel worthless. As if you have no meaning other to be with them. That’s how (Y/N) makes me feel. I never thought I’d feel this way about someone, no one did. You saw how they all reacted in the party; no one thinks I’m capable of love. I’m the devil in their eyes. I’m trouble and everyone knows it. I leave people for dead in an alleyway if they don’t pay their debts, I mug people, and I’ve shot more people than I can count on one hand… I’m a heartless monster; yet, (Y/N) makes me feel like more. Like I’m not any of those things, like I’m not the worthless drug addict, the thug, the gang leader, I’m just Harry… And I loved that. I realized that I don’t just love this girl; I’m in love with her. She sniffles in my arms, her body shaking from the tears.

“That won’t happen. That couldn’t happen.” I mutter into her hair.

“How? How do you know that? Why am I any different?” She sniffles. I take her chin in-between my thumb and fore-finger, tilting her head up to face me.

“Because… I’m in love with you, (Y/N).” I mumble, tears now forming in my eyes as well as hers. What the fuck has she done to me? Since when did I cry? A new set of tears form in her eyes, did she really hate me that much that she wanted to cry because I love her?

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t mean to make yo-“ She cut me off, her eyes watering and her lip trembling,

“I-I think I’m in l-love with you t-too.”