Me, Him, Us

I almost broke his ankle and he still loves me. We had a big fight and he still loves me. I am ordinarlly amazing and he still loves me. And guess what? I love him too. My name is Angie Blight. His name is Harry Styles. This isn't only my story but ours. No not a story but a tale :)


19. Solution

I don’t remember falling asleep nor do I remember Zayn leaving.  I snuggle into the blanket that has been thrown over me. I inhale and it has this clean smell with a tinge of something I couldn’t pin point. I smell again and realize it smells like Harry. I tear careful makes its way from my eye to the tip of my nose.

I hear clanking in the kitchen and the refreshing smell of coffee. I look towards Harry’s door but it’s wide open. I peer inside and see his yesterday’s outfit thrown on the floor but his bed is made.

I carefully get up making sure my legs can support me, they feel a bit stiff but I am well enough to walk. I take the fuzzy blanket and wrap it around my body.

When I enter the kitchen flashbacks of last night hit me like a train. I wallow and watch as Harry works the coffee machine. He was shirtless and I could see his muscles moving. You could see bits of the tattoos that cover his right arm, I catch myself wondering what they mean.

“Are you gonna say something?” HE asks me not looking up from the fancy coffee machine. I jump a little, I didn’t know he was aware of my presence…he must have ESPN.

“Good morning??”

“You gonna pretend that everything’s ok and normal?”

“I am trying to be civilized.”

He snorts and even that was attractive. How does he do it? If I snort I sound like a mix between a dying whale and a pig, sooo sexy. “You cheating one me is civilized?”

“you cheated too…” I barely whisper.

“You did it first! Plus I was drunk you weren’t.” I swallow the ugly lump in your throat you get before you cry, I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. “Was I just convenient to you? You need a place to stay so you called me fed me all this bullshit so you can have a place to stay while your mom whores around at night?” HE turns around his eyes sharp with emotion.

“First its only ok if I call my mom a whore. Second why the hell would you think that! I love you Harry, a lot for that matter. You wanna know why I kissed Alex because I used to love him. Not as much as I love you but close-ish. It was hard for me to get over him. I know my words must mean nothing to you anymore but I still care and love you. Really I do. I think I should leave considering you hate me. Oh and um thanks for the blanket.” I slip it of my shoulders and hand it to him. I turn around and begin to leave only to be grabbed by the wrist. Warm lips met mine. I hugged his waist with my legs and he hugged mine with his arms. I placed me on the counter our lips never separating. Tears were rolling down our eyes making our kiss taste salty. I break away looking down at my lap shame filling me up.

“I can never hate you. I tried because of what you did, of what we did but I can’t. I don’t want to lose you. When you were walking away I nearly broke down because the thought of losing you is just so terrifying and painful it hurt me both physically and mentally. I love you with every bit of my heart.” He tells me quoting me on the last sentence. I smile through my tears, joy fills my heart. “Why are you crying!?” he asked alarmed.

“I am so happy it’s absolutely ridiculous.” I hug him and he hugs me back with such strength I couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. I trace my fingers along his back I feel him shudder.

“Angle stop tickling me.”

“Why is it making you nervous?” I ask him with a hint of amusement in my voice.

“Pft no.” he says unconvincingly.

“Liar liar pants on fire.”

“Since they’re on fire I should take them off…” he says cheeekly. Ohhh that boyyy

“Mhm…” I trail on kissing his jaw, he shudders again and I smile loving that I can make him this way.

“I’ll have to go to my bedroom…” he trails on.

“Not yet.” I look at him, he nods understandingly.

“I’ll wait for you, does that stop us from having hot snogging sessions?” He asks like little boy.

“Nope.” I say hopping of the counter and leading him to the couch.

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