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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11. chapter 8

A/N hey guys this will be quick. I just want to say thank you for 99 views. I'm so happy. I'm prayimg to get to 105 by Friday night! Sorry I didnt update last night, my night was busy. Anyway please please! Liam and Zayn need girlfriends. I opened up a slot for Niall too. They need girls. Just leave your first name, eye color and hair color thanks.

" Harry I need to get up" I mumble to him. He slowly and unwillingly loosens his grip on my waist, but not enough to slip out of his arms.

" Harry..." I murmur gently placing my hand on his chest. He grumbles some curse and lets me slide from his arms. I walk to the bathroom and strip down and crawl into the shower. I let the warm, soothing water slide down my back peacefully. I scrub my hair using Harry's shampoo and conditioner. I step out of the shower and wrap myself in one of Harry's soft white towels. I walk out the bathroom door. I quietly tip toe down the stairs and walk into the kitchen. I found Harry at the stove flipping pancakes. He turns when I walk in.
" hey" he greets stepping away from the pancakes and placing a gentle hand on my waist.
" hi" I mumble, he gives me a gentle smile and I glance at him.
" I've made pancakes, your favorite..." he trails.
" Thank you... um, Harry where'd you put my bag. I kinda need to change." I murmur looking at the ground. He takes my hand and I get a tighter grip upon my soft, towel. He leads me down the hall as if I've never been here. He leads me into the spare bedroom.
" I've just set everything here. I wasn't sure if you'd want your own room or if you want to share with me..." he informs me.
" Thanks, but I prefer to stay with you, at least in this moment of time. with every thing going on." I tell him walking to my bag on the floor. He smiles happily and walks to the hall.
" Get dressed then come to the kitchen for pancakes" he calls, returning to the kitchen
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