“It was nothing major, he got in the hospital at time. A few stitches on the back. Don’t let him put too much stress on his back for a couple weeks. And, obviously, don’t forget the meds. But like I said nothing severe, you all are very lucky, if you had been a little late well…” he shook his head, “Anyway, you can see him now. Just one person at a time, though. He’s unconscious at this moment, but he should be up in an hour.”

“A-anne?”

“Sweetie, you can go,” she smiled weakly, wiping away her tears.

“I--thank you so much, Anne!” I gave her a quick hug, before pushing the door open to the hospital room.

Harry lay on the white sheets, there was a sharp cut just above his brow, but except that he looked the same. His familiar, soft snores bought a smile to my face.

That satb was meant for you.

I pulled out a chair and settled beside his bed. I brushed his chestnut curls away. My eyes were closed as I traced his familiar features, I knew them better than my own.

“I thought, I lost you. Do you know what that did to me?”

“Just d-don’t ever do that again. Okay? I love you. To the moon and more.”

“I think I love you more than I should. Less than you deserve. Y-you know the stab it hit you, b-but it hurt me more than you could imagine. How could you, dumbass? I’d rather die, than living a life without y-you. I re-really don’t deserve you. You’re a stupid freaking jerk. I hate you, I really hate you so much that I love you, more than anyone has loved anyone else.”

Tears were freely rolled down my cheeks, with Harry there were no secrets no walls. He’d seen me at my best and my worst, and loved me through all of it. My eyes travelled to the new tattoo on his bicep.

----------Flashback----------

It had been a tiring week with Perrie and Zayn’s wedding in a week. I could hear the faint humming of Harry, and the faint pitter-patter of the shower. I kept my eyes wide open, wanting to enjoy any moment with Harry.

I felt strong arms wrap around my waist, as I shifted slightly making myself comfortable under Harry’s protective embrace.

“How was your day?” I asked.

“It was fine,” he replied, “You know you don’t have to stay awake, Angel.”

“I know,” I mumbled pressing our bodies impossibly closer, “but I want to.”

I felt him smile against my hair. I moved my head to look at him, the silvery outlines of his face under the moonlight, made me grin widely.

“Watchya smiling at?” he asked raising his eyebrows.

“Just you,” I replied.

“Have I got something on my face?” he asked scrunching his eyebrows together.

“M-hmm,” I mumbled, “here,” I pressed my lips to the corner of his mouth. His hands tightened around my waist.

As he turned his head slightly to meet my lips I pulled away, smirking as he scowled at me.

“Oh you’re gonna pay, missy,” he growled in a sexy voice. I rolled my eyes pushed my tongue out at him. I turned away curling in a ball. Harry’s arms gently pulled me back, as he rolled on top of me.

“Hey baby,” he smiled innocently. I poked his beautiful dimples, making his smile grow wider. I hooked my fingers around his neck pulling him down for a kiss. His lips covered mine, and our kiss grew passionate. My hands were tangled in his hair. His biceps bulging with sweat as he held himself above me.

His lips swiftly moved to my neck, my hands fisted his curls. As he left tender kisses all over my face and neck. I bit my lip as he hovered above me, taking in his toned abs and multiple tattoos, each with a different story. Harry leaned in for another kiss, when a tattoo caught my eye.

“When did you get that?” I asked pushing him off me. He groaned in protest. I rolled my eyes and sat up on the bed. I threw one of my legs across Harry’s stomach and sat over him. Indicating with my fingers to show me his arm. Without protest he did as he was told. I traced the black ink on his skin.

“What does it mean?” I asked, unable to remove my eyes from it.

“It’s a permanent marking for the girl who has a permanent place in my heart,” he replied.

“Why the wings?” I asked looking into his enticing orbs.

“Because you are my Angel,” he answered softly.

“Why do you call me your Angel, Haz?” I asked, for the first time.

“Because you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. The first time I saw you, I felt like you were an Angel that descended from heaven just for me. The only thing that came to my mind was wow, damn she’s beautiful. You entered my life, and affected me like no one has, or ever will. You changed me, and you still make we want to become a better person everyday. And whether anyone agrees or not, Alexis May Tomlinson, you have protected me, and made me happy. You’re my guardian angel. My world. My everything.”


I couldn’t speak, my throat was choked with tears.

“H-harry,” I whispered.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he said and pulled me back to him. I buried my face into his neck.”

“How can you be so good with words, always. When I’m the one majoring in English?” I laughed slightly as tears streamed down my cheeks.

“I can’t even describe how much I love you,” I mumbled.

“Just say that again.”

“I love you,” I whispered again.

“That’s all the proof I need.” he kissed my forehead.

I rolled back to my side, and rested my head on his chest, his hands found their way around my waist wrapping me in a warm embrace. Our legs entwined. like two puzzle pieces made for each other.

----------End of Flashback----------

I didn’t protect you.

“I’m sorry, baby,” I placed a tender kiss on his forehead. His hands wrapped tighter around my finger, his eyelids fluttering slightly.

I jerked my hand away, rushing out of the room.

“H-he’s up, I th-think,” I said.

Louis rushed forward. Liam and Niall at his heels. Followed by Eleanor and Danielle.

That stab was meant for you.

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