I want everything about you- your flaws, your imperfections. I just want you.

April 4, 2012
The Hotel

“Why would that matter? Why is it such an accomplishment to have me? Harry, I’m not worth anything. I don’t deserve anything-” He put his hand on my jaw, making me stop.


“You deserve anything and everything. I don’t want to hear those words come out of your mouth again, Anastasia.” He grated and I slumped.


“I don’t deserve you.” I shook my head and his hand dropped to his side.


“I don’t deserve you either,” He put his hand under my chin and I looked at him. “But look, I’m going to take you anyways. I don’t give a shit about everyone else, I don’t deserve you, but I want you.”


“Why?” I began to cry again.


“Because Ana. You’re mine. You’re imperfect, but that doesn’t matter. You’re young, but that doesn’t matter. You’re immature, but honestly I am too. You, are, mine.” He put both of his hands on my cheeks and I sighed.


“You really believe that, don’t you?” I asked.


“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t keep saying it.” I let out a growl and walked into the motel, heading for our apartment.


“I don’t want you to keep saying it.” I said once we made it into the bedroom.


“Well I don’t give a shit Anastasia. I want you, and I’m going to keep saying it for as long as I live. For as long as I fucking live.” He smiled at me and pointed to himself. “I can’t help the feelings I have for you, and sometimes I believe that you don’t want them. I give myself to you, and you don’t want me.”


“I do want you Harry. But I wanna know why you want me.” My tears had dried up and he had me cornered in the room.


“Because you’re beautiful. You’re smart, you’re funny. You’re sexy as hell when you’re in my bed…” He trailed off with a grin and I blushed. “Any man would be extremely lucky to have you, Anastasia. But they don’t have that chance,” He put his face close to mine. “Because you’re mine.”


He pushed his lips on top of mine and I shuddered, making him push me up against the wall.


“You make me want to try, Anastasia. You give me a real reason to be here. Gina or depression probably would have killed me by now, but you…” He smiled at me. “You gave me a damn good reason to live. It was you.”


“We wouldn’t be like this if it wasn’t for Penelope. You know she’s the reason why we aren’t really together.” I sighed and rested my head on the wall.


“No. It’s Gina’s fault. She hooked us up and arranged the marriage.” He squinted his eyes. “And why did you ask me… If I only loved you for sex?”


“Because… Gina made a comment whenever Penelope tried to seduce you, and before she whipped me. Carter apparently thought that’s why you were with me too. I was just trying to get my story straight.” I sighed again and he pulled his body from mine.


“I don’t love you for that reason, Ana. Well… Not just for that reason.” He chuckled. “You’re everything I could ever want in a woman, and I love that about you. Just because we fight often, doesn’t mean we can’t have fun together. And I love the way I have fun with you. It makes me feel… Happy.”


“You make me feel happy.” I smiled, and he placed his hand on my cheek.


“You make me feel brand new- like I can do anything this life threw at me.” He kissed me one more time and then asked, “Do you wanna watch a movie?”


“What movie?” I laughed and he shrugged.


“I don’t know, I guess we can just see what’s on TV.” He laughed after me and we laid on the bed, turning on the small TV in the room.


Once we saw all that was on, we had three choices- ‘Pitch Perfect’, ‘Step Brothers’, and ‘The Pineapple Express’. Harry picked ‘Step Brothers’, so that’s what we decided on watching.


I felt so perfect laying up beside him, cuddling up against his chest.


And then I got to thinking… I’m not perfect on my own. He is what makes me perfect. When I’m alone, I’m just a seventeen-year-old girl. But when I’m with him, I feel like I can be whoever I want to be. Like myself.


All of a sudden, Harry began to laugh and I looked at the TV screen. Brennan and Dale were fighting with each other about Dale’s drumset, and then they began to fight in the front yard.


But then he stopped laughing. “You wanna watch something else?” He asked and I nodded my head, and he switched the channel over to ‘Pitch Perfect’.


Then I began falling asleep during that movie.


“Would you come on?” Penelope laughed at me as I grabbed the ends of my long white gown. “God Ana, he’s going to leave the wedding if you don’t hurry.”
“I’m trying. This dress is way too long and way too heavy for me to carry by myself Pen. Just stop rushing me.” I giggled and we reached the beginning of the red line that drug on to the awning.
Then the wedding music began to play, and I began to walk down the aisle with Penelope.
“I’m so glad you’re doing this.” She whispered in my ear, trying to hold in her excitement.
“Me too. I’m so glad you gave us your blessing.” I replied.
All of sudden, I saw the standing guests… And I saw Harry standing underneath the flower-covered awning.
He looked gorgeous in that tux, and I just wanted to strip him down and take him home. When he looked at me, tears flooded my eyes from the expression he gave me.
“Good luck.” Penelope whispered in my ear, giving me away to Harry.
“You look… Breathtaking, soon to be Mrs. Styles.” Harry whispered in my ear and I melted in his hands.


I jerked up on the bed and looked around. I was still in the apartment.


“Shit.” I muttered, running my hand over my forehead.


“Another bad dream?” I looked down to Harry who had his eyes tiredly drawn open. I shook my head and he smiled. “So it was a good one, then?”


“Yeah. It was a good one alright.” I smiled and laid back down, making him pull me into his warm body.


“Tell me about it.” He snuggled up to me even more and rested his lips on my forehead. “Maybe it will come true.”


“We were getting married.” I smiled and he kissed my forehead.


And before I could explain it, we both fell asleep again in each others arms.

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