Harry Styles Fanfic - Alex breaks up with Harry but Harry doesn't take it well. He doesn't want too lose her. He becomes obsessed with Alex and takes it too extremes.


60. Chapter Sixty

"Alex...Alex babe?"
Someone stroked my head slowly and theraputically. Slowly I opened my eyes to piercing emerald green ones.
"Shh baby it's okay relax"
 Harry softly spoke.
 "You're okay"
 He smiled lightly touching my cheek.
 "Baby it's okay you just passed out. Eleanor told me what happened" 
He slowly picked me up bridal style.
"C'mon we'll go home" 
Harry added as he walked out of the door walking straight past everyone else sat around the table shell-shocked. Eleanor winked at me and smiled. I smiled back weakly hugging harry's neck and closed my eyes breathing in the familiar scent of him.
He escorted me through the doors of the restaurant to again be met by a swarm of girls. I heard Harry curse under his breath as he tried to take a detour away from them to reach his car.
I was half awake and half asleep sprawled along the back seat of the car. I was fully aware of stuff that was happening but I just couldn't see it. I could hear the loud rumble of the car driving and music softly playing, Harry not wanting to wake me up.

"We just wanna make the world dance, forget about the pricetag.."

Harry sang along to the radio and kept repeatedly tapping his hands on the steering wheel along with the beat of the music. 
A seatbelt clip was sticking into the side of my ribs. I furrowed my eyebrows, too weak and tired to open my eyes and move. All I wanted to do was sleep. 
My limp body was carefully dragged out of the car and placed on his hip as he locked the car.
"Oh fuck"
The car made an unlocking sound and the boot opened. The rustle of carrier bags and clunks of glass were taken from the boot, and then slammed shut. He tilted to his left and lifted me higher, re-supporting by holding my arse with the carrier bags in his left hand. The car re-made the locking sound and we were moving. 
I heard him fiddle with the keys in his hands trying to find the right one. He unlocked the door and shut the door behind him, dropping the clunking bags and keys to the floor. He now supported me with two arms wrapped around my waist and started to run upstairs. The thuds made my head slightly roll on his shoulder more into his neck. making the strong smell of aftershave even more distinct.
I made contact with a soft mattress and the sheets were swiftly pulled over me. A soft but lingering kiss was placed on my forehead and footsteps followed out of the room.
I smiled to myself. 


(Filler) ~katie


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