A Change At Heart

-Harry-

I opened my eyes and groaned.. I have the biggest fucking headache ever... I felt soft fingers run through my hair and I froze... I looked up to find Layla sitting there looking at the ceiling with black bags under eyes.. I noticed my head was on her lap and I was only in my boxers .. I sat up and pinched my forehead...

"Here" her voice croaked.. She handed me Advil and a glass of water.. I thanked her and swallowed down the tablets.. I looked at her and she was just staring at me.. She gave a small smile which I returned..

"What happened last night?" I asked..

"What do you remember?" she asked

"All I remember is ... Us fighting... Then me going to a bar.. That's it" I lowered my voice when I said we were fighting..

"Did you sleep sitting up?" I asked.. She nodded and yawned..

"why?"

"Well you wanted me to stay and rub your head so I did and when you fell asleep I tried to go up stairs but every time I tried to leave you would wake up and say stay.. So I gave up and stayed here" she finished yawning..

"You stayed for me?" she nodded and smiled at me..

"Even after we fought... You took care of me?" I whispered to myself.. She placed a hand on my cheek and blew me a kiss..

"So when did I come home? Did I say anything?" I asked she looked down and blushed.. Oh no.. What did I say..

"You came home around 3 .. You brought a tramp home.." she mumbled.."Then I kicked her out and I .. Kinda told her you were my boyfriend so she could leave" she said slowly.. I smiled nd shrugged" Then you said some stuff and went to sleep" she said the last part fast ..

"What stuff" I raised my eyebrow.. She looked down and didn't say anything.. "What stuff Layla?" still nothing.." What stuff!" I yelled and she flinched.. I grabbed her arm gently and apologized ..

"Just that I was pretty and smelled good" she whispered..

"That's it?" I asked.. She nodded and a tear slipped from her eye..

"I'm never going to hurt you again.. I'm sorry for yelling" I whispered In her ear and kissed her cheek.. She nodded and pecked my lips.. I smiled at this and pulled her in for a longer kiss.. She didn't pull away either.. She made it deeper.. I can tell she put in all her feelings in this kiss.. I've never felt this way in a kiss before.. I felt.. Loved.. Cared for..

"I'm sorry about yesterday ... I didn't mean it.. And your not a slut" I said breaking our kiss..

"I am to" she smiled..

"I'm so sorry Layla"

"It's fine Harry"

"No it's not.. I'm so sorry I ever hit you.. I'm so sorry I kidnapped you.. I'm so sorry for butt fucking you.. I'm so sorry for screaming at you.. Starving you.. I'm sorry for taking your virginity" I ranted but she kissed me hard cutting me off..

"I forgive you for everything Harry.. And I wanted you to take my virginity .. I'm glad you did" she smiled and kissed me..

"Harry .. I know you don't love me.. But I know I love you.. So is it okay if I tell you that but you don't have to say it back?" she asked.. I was shocked.. She was willing to give me her love and in return she doesn't get mine.. This girl will be the death of me..

"Yes" I whispered.. She kissed my jaw and neck and up my ear..

"I love you" she whispers and bit my ear lobe.

"Mhm" I responded and moaned as she continued her actions.. She yawned in the middle and I realized she hasn't slept.. I pulled away and picked her up bridal style.. I took her up to my room and layed her down..

"Sleep boo" I whispered and kissed her one last time.. She smiled and shut her eyes.. I walked downstairs and sat on the couch.. I looked around my house and notices it was clean .. She must have cleaned it while I was out.. I grabbed my phone and I had 35 missed calls and 20 voicemails from .. Home?

"Harry come home ok don't do anything stupid" Layla said..

"Harry please come home I'm sorry"

"Come home!"

"Please I'm so sorry come home.."

"Harry" she cried..

"Come home please!" she cried harder... The rest of the voice mails was just of her crying... The last one made me cry..

"I love you" she cried..

"I love you to" I whispered and cried in my hands.. She really does care..

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