The next morning I woke up to fifteen texts. All from Harry. I knew that he wouldn’t have just given up that easy. He was probably just being considerate towards my parents or some shit like that. But no he was back in full swing and it was honestly starting to get on my nerves. But then I actually read his texts and I didn’t get one of them.

Dimples: I’m so sorry. I swear it meant nothing. We were drunk. She’s just a friend.

And that was when I pulled my laptop out from under my bed. Turning it on, I placed it on my bed before I got up and had a shower. I needed one… No not because I hadn’t showered regularly. Because I needed the hot water to help with my tense muscles and the knots that I had forming along my shoulders.

Once I was changed into some fresh pajama’s, I sat back on my bed and opened google. Searching Harry’s name, it came up with a whole lot of articles about him and some mystery girl. Clicking on one of the links, I couldn’t stop my eyes from widening as I was bombarded with pictures of Harry and Beth sticking their tongues down each other… By the looks of it they were at a club and just when I thought it was gone for a good, the aching in my heart came back.

Just then the phone rang and I knew exactly who it was. Leaping off my bed, I quickly opened my bedroom and ran down the stairs to get to the nearest phone. But once I got to the phone I just stood staring down at it. Do I really want to talk to him? What if it’s not him? What if it’s Beth? These questions kept racing through my mind.

“You going to answer that princess?” My dad’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.

Nodding once, I picked up the phone and placed it against my ear. I could hear someone breathing and they were obviously waiting for me to speak first.

“Hello?” I squeaked out.

“Kim?” That all too familiar voice asked.

“Y-yeah it’s me.” I whispered, afraid my voice would betray how I was feeling.

“Look Kim I’m so sorry. I swear what happened between me and Beth was nothing. All of us went to a club to get drunk and stop worrying about you… Well as you can tell me and Beth got a little bit too drunk and it… it just happened. I swear it meant nothing though.” He came to an abrupt stop, like he was waiting for me to yell at him or something.

“Did you two sleep together?” I asked breathlessly, fearing his answer.

“No. We stopped as soon as Zayn told us about the paps.”

I knew he was telling the truth. Sure I couldn’t see him but I could hear him. I could hear the truthfulness in his voice. And it honestly made me want to cry from relief. I don’t know why but the thought of Harry and Beth made me want to cringe.

“Go outside.” He instructed me.

“What? Why?” I pried, hoping he’d give me an answer first.

“Just do it.” And then the line went dead.

Hanging the phone, I looked at where my dad once was but wasn’t any more. I scanned the area and then realized both my parents had gone to work. I must have been so caught up in my own thoughts that I hadn’t noticed him leave.

Shaking my head, I made my way to the front door and went outside. I stood on the front porch and looked around for any reason as to why I was out here. What was Harry talking about? There was nothing out here. Maybe he just wanted me to get some fresh air? Yeah that must be it.

I was just about to turn around and head back inside, when a mop of curly hair caught my eye. What the fuck? He’s here. But how? Why? He had a tour to do. Why couldn’t he just stay with the rest and leave me alone? It would be so much easier for him.

“I had to come see you. I feel like shit Kim. I never meant to…” He looked down at the ground between our feet.

He was only standing a few feet from me and I desperately wanted to hug him. I wanted to feel his arms around me but I couldn’t move. Something in me wouldn’t allow myself to go to him. Even when I saw the pain and guilt in his eyes.

“You shouldn’t be here Harry. I think it’d pretty obvious to everyone that I’m not good news. I’m not fucking good for you.” I told him harshly. I needed him to see it too. I needed him to agree with me and tell me how I was such a bad person and that he never wanted to see me again.

“No that’s where you’re wrong. Maybe you don’t see it and maybe no one else sees it, but you’re perfect for me.” He replied truthfully.

I couldn’t help the cry that escaped my lips. I couldn’t stop the tears falling down my cheeks as his words replayed over and over again. How could he say I was perfect for him? I’m anything but that.

“I’m not! I killed Lucas-“ I quickly covered my mouth with my hand as my eyes grew wider.

Harry didn’t bother hiding the shock as his whole face changed. I could see him processing my words and I wanted to run. I wanted to find a rock and crawl under it. I wanted to find a dark cave and live there for the rest of my life, where I couldn’t hurt anyone else.

“What are you talking about Kim?”

“It… It was a stormy night and… we were… we were at his parent’s beach house alone because our parents had finally decided to trust us. Anyway we… We had just gotten back from dinner when we got into a fight and I stormed inside. But Lucas… He had… he had a fucking heroin problem and I didn’t realize he had some stashed away in his car. Anyway after a couple of minutes I went back outside where I found him against the car with a needle in his arm. That just… It got me even angrier and then all of a sudden we were in each other’s face yelling. Then I started walking away but this tree… This tree it… It started falling from the storm and… I stood there froze like a fucking deer on the road. And then… The next thing I know I’m on the ground and I’m not crushed. So I look behind me and there’s Lucas… Under the tree. I-“

By now the tears were flowing so much I knew there was no way I could stop them. I was finally telling someone what happened and it felt so good. It was like a whole lot of weight had been lifted off my shoulders, but then I felt so bad. Like I’d betrayed Lucas because I’d told someone his fucking secret.

“It’s my fault he’s dead. If I had just gotten him inside the house or… I don’t know, done something differently he’d still be here and I wouldn’t feel so dead. I wouldn’t feel so empty. I wouldn’t be hurting you and we’d both be so much fucking happier.” I cried.

It was then that Harry closed the space between us and wrapped his arms around me. I wrapped my arms around him and grabbed his shirt in my hands as I cried. And when I say cried, I really do mean cried. Like the fall on sobs and the chocks as I tried to catch my breath. Then Harry’s hand started rubbing small soothing circles on my back, as his other hand kept stroking my hair. He was comforting me and I didn’t understand why. Why didn’t he fucking hate me for what I’d done?

After a couple of minutes of us just standing there on my front porch, Harry lifted me up and carried my bridal style into my house. Kicking the door closed with his foot, he then just stood in the foyer holding me as I pressed my face to his chest. Breathing in his scent. God he smells so fucking good.

“We pushed the concert back a few days… So I’m gonna stay here with you.” He whispered into my ear, sending chills through me.

In reply I simply nodded my head and grabbed at his shirt, indicating I honestly didn’t want him to go anywhere. I needed him right now more than I’d actually admit. But it was true. I needed him. I refused to let him leave and I refused to fuck this up.

“Where’s your room love?” God his accent was such a turn on.

Using my hand that wasn’t grasping his shirt, I pointed up the stairs and then to the left. Knowing there was no way he could get confused, seeing as my door was the only one to the left. He then started carrying me up the stairs and it wasn’t long until I heard the door shut and then I was gently placed on my bed.

It was a mess. In fact my whole room was a mess and I could feel myself blush from embarrassment at just how messy I’d let me room become. Why couldn’t I have been warned this was going to happen, so I could at least have tidied my room a bit.

A gasp of surprise sounded from my mouth, as I felt Harry’s strong arm wrap around me and pulled me closer to him. Quickly I turned around and looked up at his face. How the hell was he so beautiful? I honestly wasn’t fair. He was an angel. The purest angel and he even looked like one.

“What’re you staring at?” He smirked, that gorgeous cheeky smirk of his.

“Nothing.” I mumbled.

Then without warning I softly placed my lips against his. Strong arms pulled me even closer to him if that was possible and he tried to deepen the kiss but I wouldn’t let him. I didn’t want to ruin this sweet moment by having a make out session.

“Be mine.” He whispered. His eyes had this intensity that I had never seen before and I honestly loved it.

“Okay.” I breathed.

“Now sleep kitten.” He instructed, slipping his old nickname for me in.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, I fell asleep with a smile on my face. All because of the curly haired angel holding me.

Notes

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