I Can't Believe You! (one direction fanfic)

" I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" I scream, tears pouring down my face, reminding me of a waterfall. Waterfalls are supposed to be majestic amd beautiful. Nothing of my tears are majestic or beautiful.
"Listen to me Amy! I can fix this. Please?" he begs dropping to his knees in an attempt to bring me back to him. I stare at him in his helpless state. Why does he do this to me? His beautiful green eyes meet mine and I close my eyes trying to block him out. Only it doesn't work. I still see his broken figure on the ground pleading with me. It's the charm of Harrh Styles I guess...

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9. chapter 7

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Okay to the story now.

I wake in a way to familar room. I open my eyes and take in the room. The cluttered floor, covered in clothes clean and dirty, papers and somg lyrics. His walls that have way too many posters, most of them of him and the boys. I glance at the night stand beside the bed that has a framed picture of the two of us.

in the picture he is standing behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist holding me tightly. We're both grinning widely into the camera. The picture was taken a day we went to the beach. I'm wearing a blye and green stiped bikini and Harry's in his dark blue swim trunks. His hair is flying because of the slight breeze and you can see the gulls in the air above our heads.

I remember that day so clearly. It had been taken last year when I was only 15, him being 17. Sometimes I wish I was still 15, things wouldn't be so complicated anymore. I smile at the sight of the picture before turning my gaze elsewhere. I scan over all the posters of him and the boys and I see his tour schedule hanging on the wall. Normally I would get up to see when he'll be gone but right now I don't care. All I kbow is he's off for the whole summer.

I shift my gaze slightly to see over my shoulder. Of course he's laying right beside me. This isn't uncommon for us, not at all. We've never done anything obviously but sometimes I stay the night and cuddle up next to him. I slide back a bit so my back is pressed against his chest, in an attempt to feel his warmth, as it's a bit nippy in the room with a window cracked open. It's still early in summer. His arm slides over me and his hands rests on my flat stomach. He nuzzles his nose into my neck breathing his warm breath onto my neck and it brushes my jaw. Despite the fact that it's morning his breath still has a minty taste to it. He presses his warm lips to the underside of my jaw, sending shivers wracking through me.
" Your up?" I question him. He usually isn't up this early.
"mmhhmmm" he mumbles into my.neck, sending vibrations coursing through me. I smile slighty before turning so I'm facing him. His eyes are still closed and he's breathing qjitley. His breath slipping out between his parted lips, and washing over my face..

"Open your eyes, Harry please?" I ask him softly. He mumbles something unintelligable before opening them, to be met by my face. A grins slips across his face and he leans kissing my nkse gently.
"morning" he mumbles.
" morning" I sigh. His arm winds around me again pulling me to his structered, bare chest. I lay in his arms for another minute or so.
" Harry, I've got to take a shower" I tell him, his eyes snapping open again.
" why? Why can't we just lay here?" he questions pleading with me.
" don't start Harry. I've got to call my Aunt. I don't think she knows mums dead. Then I'll probably have to meet up with her. You'll drive me to meet her right?" I ask holding back the small lump in my throat.
"sure, baby, just please theres no need to cry" he mumbles pulling me to his chest again. I curl my hands up and lay them on his chest, content.
"ok" I mumble.
" As soon as your feeling better, I'm taking you to meet the boys, okay?" he asks lifting my.chin up with his left hand.
" You mean it?" I ask . You see Harry and I have been togwther for over a year now but he's never let me meet the boys until now.

this shoukd be interesting.
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