Over My Head (Harry Styles Fanfic)

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When Shelby is sick of her abusive boyfriend, she decides to leave. She gets closer to her 18 year old best friend, Harry Styles and he teaches her the way love should be and the way she should be treated. But when the boyfriend finds out that she's cheating on him...

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8. Chapter 7

-Harry-

 

I look down at Shelby, just thinking about life without her. She is so perfect, so beautiful, even if she doesn't like herself. I love the crinkes by her eyes when she smiles, how she plays with her hair when she is nervous, I love it endlessly, even if she doesn't.

She turns her head towards me and then her eyes start to open. She looks up at me and then bolts up.

"Tyler's going to beat the cra-" She stops, and I can see she regrets that she opened her mouth.

"What?" I say, sitting up too.

"Oh, nothing, nothing at all." She fakes a smile.

"Shelby, tell the truth." I frame her face with my hands. She instantly breaks down.

"He thinks I'm his 'toy.' The night I came to the Shop he had lost it with me."

I was enraged. Why would he put his hands on her? Why would he think that I wouldn't protect her? Did he know that I'm going to beat the crap out of him for causing her pain? Probably not.

"Love," I lift her head up. "He'll pay for every single bruise on your beautiful body." My finger ges over the bruise on her shoulder.

"Harry, he's not worth it. He's just really protective." She looks at me with those big sad brown eyes. Nope, I think it's worth it. I would rather die than let him beat her up. She's mine, and she needs to know that I will protect her from anything that harms her. No matter what the cost. I would die for her in less than a second. The secret, she's my weakness. Some people love chocolate, candy, or even soda. But for me, I would do anything to have her by my side, just like now. I look down at her and smile.

"Love, I'll always protect you." I kiss her forehead, then she smiles.

"I love you." She smiles and snuggles into my chest. I've never felt like this before. The feeling I get when I see her. I never realised that someone could make me feel weak just my putting their hand in mine. She was like a drug to me.

"You hungry?" I say to lighten up the mood.

"I don't want to put you out or anything." She said politely.

"Love, you don't need to impress me." I say as I laugh. She blushes a little bit.

"Ok. Yes, please, I'm starving and probably going to be sick in a moment."

We laugh for a little bit then it gets silent as we think about parting from the bed.

"You look beautiful in my pajamas."

"Well, thank you, sir."

"Let's go get some food."

 

I stand over the stove, tossing around some eggs and bacon. The door bell rings, so I go over and open the door.

"Well, Hazza! I'm just here for some foo-" Louis pauses when he sees Shelby.

"Hey, Louis." She says casually.

"Didn't know I was interrupting..."

"No, no interruptions." I smile and walk into the kitchen. "Want some food, Lou?"

"Sure. What's your name?" He directs his attention to Shelby.

"Oh, yeah! You were hammered when you met. Shelby was at the party."

"Oh, sweet."

"Yeah...You danced with me to Just Dance." She smiles, as does he. They shift on their chairs and then I give them their plates.

"Oh, thanks." Shelby says.

"You'd make a lovely house wife." Louis says as I put down his plate.

"Lou, you're about to lose a cup of eggs and three strips of bacon.." I warn him.

"Woah!" He takes the plate and guards it.

"Yeah, you better protect it, or it's gone! I'm not waisting something perfect on you!" I joke as I sit next to Shelby. She looks at it, deciding. "You ok, Love?"

"Yeah, fine. I just..." She blinks a few times. "I'm going to be sick." She says as she runs to the bathroom. I look at her uneaten eggs and bacon, and the biscuit with the heart drawn with honey on it. I knod to Louis and then walk into the bathroom. Shelby is sitting on the floor, staring into the distance.

"What's wrong, Babe?" I say as I sit by her.

"I just- I just needed an excuse."

"What- why?" I'm totally confused.

"The biscuit with the smiley face..." She looks at me, eyes glossy. "Tyler's special. I don't know why I'm crying. I just thought about him and wanted to cry." She wipes her eyes and tries to laugh.

"Love, if I could get out of every single thought of him, I would. If I could kiss you hard enough to take him out of your head, I would." I kiss her forehead and make her stand up. She stays in front of me, hands entertwined.

"I love you so much." She whispers.

 

We walk back into the kitchen to see Louis scarfing down the food.

"Woah, Lou! Don't lose yourself in there!" I laugh. I squeeze Shelby's hand reassuringly.

"Har, har, Hazza. So, Shelby, you moving in?" He asks. I kick him under the table.

"Um, temporarily." It makes me happy to hear this.

"You never let ME sleep over, Styles. I'm hurt, truly hurt."

"I'm sure." I say as I take the plates away.

"Well, you may excuse yourself, Lou." I say teasingly.

"Ok. Come on, Shelby!" He takes her hand.

"Woah! Where are you goin'?"

"A little stroll." Louis says innocently.

"Uh, no. Your strolls end up at your house." I say, taking Shelby's hand.

"Ok, fine."

"I'm flattered, Carrots." She says. I laugh at her nickname for him.

"Wha-what? 'Carrots'?" He laughs.

"Yeah. Carrots. Got a problem with carrots?"

"No, on the contrary." He laughs and runs his fingers through his hair.

"That was a good one, Love." I say as we walk Louis to the front door.

"Thank you, thank you." She smiles as she gives me a kiss. I put my hands or her waist as she does.

"Guys, I'm still here!" Louis shouts.

"Oops, yup. Bye." I say and push him out the front door. He waves as I slam the door in his face.

"Where were we?" Shelby says.

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