Back For You (Harry Styles)

{BOOK 1- COMPLETE} Meet Amabel Walker, the girl who kept everyone else out, who put up walls to protect herself from another accident, like the one that caused her hideous scar on her neck. She’s bitter and doesn’t let anyone in, but that soon changes.

Now, meet Harry Styles. Worldwide boy band hottie. Slighly cocky, but charming and sweet when he needs to be. He’s caring, and wants to help Amabel get back to being her normal, carefree, silly and loving self. Can he get under her skin and make her come out of her dark shell?



38. Chapter 38

Chapter 38

“Is there food around?” Niall shouted from the kitchen.

“Ni! Get in here!” Liam shouted. We were all gathered in the front room of Louis’s place—well all except for Niall, who no doubt had his face in the fridge. I groaned. Louis was practically wetting his pants with impatience, and if Niall didn’t get in here right now, I would have to find Lou a new pair of boxers. I grimaced.

“Coming!” Niall said, his voice muffled by the amount of Doritos in his mouth. How did that boy not weigh a ton?

Finally!” Louis gushed and tore open is first present. It was from Liam; just looking at the excitement in his eyes made him look like he was nine again.

By the time every present was opened, the room was a mess; wrapping paper and ribbons and tissue paper everywhere. “Thanks you guys!” Louis grinned, and gave everyone a bear hug. “Best birthday ever!” He fist pumped the air.

Harry laughed. “I thought the best birthday was your 21st, when we were in L.A. and you got so drunk you couldn’t walk.”

Louis nodded and grinned. “That was bloody amazing though.”

“I’m off, lads.” Zayn poked his head in the room. “It’s Christmas Eve.”

I completely forgot. “Harry! It’s Christmas Eve!” I repeated.

He smiled. “That’s right.”

“SANTA!” Louis screamed.

“We better take off, too.” Liam said as he and Dani put on their coats.

“Happy Birthday, Lou,” Zayn called before leaving, Liam and Dani soon followed.

“You know us Irish folk, we need our beauty sleep.” Niall yawned. I giggled.

“See you tomorrow, Nialler.” I waved and then the Irish boy walked out the door.

Behind me, Harry slipped his arms around my waist and rested his chin of my shoulder, nuzzling his nose in my hair. “We should get going too.” He murmured and kissed my neck.

“I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU, BUT I’M FEELIN’ 22!” Louis screamed from somewhere upstairs.

I laughed. “Okay.” After saying goodbye to Louis, we headed over to Harry’s place. I basically lived there when I wasn’t at school. I saw my parents whenever I could, but they didn’t mind at all when I was with Harry.

He jingled the keys as he opened the door, and as soon as I stepped inside, I was slammed up against the door. Harry’s body was pressed against mine, leaving me no room to move. His head dipped down into the crook of my neck and left light kisses as his hands held me by my thighs. “H-Harry.” I stuttered, and I felt him chuckle deeply against my skin.

“Yes?” he mumbled, hands holding my waist to his.

I only gulped in response. My knees wobbled and I held onto Harry’s neck for support. “You know that if we go there it’ll be hard to stop…”

“I know.” He smirked, tongue slowly grazing my jawline.

Was I ready for this? The last time I tried to seduce Harry into giving him my virginity, I was drunk. I trusted Harry more than anyone in the entire world, but I had given no one—no one that part of me. It was a big deal to me. It symbolized everything. However, I wasn’t someone who waited until marriage; everyone had temptations, and they had to give into them eventually. Right?

“You’re so…cute.” I smiled and ran a hand through is hair.

His head snapped up, eyebrows rose. “Cute? After what I was just doing, you called that cute?” He placed a hand to his heart dramatically. “My manliness is wounded greatly.”

I smacked his arm. “Please.” After kicking off my shoes and taking off my jacket, I started to climb the stairs.

“Let me, madam.” Harry picked me up bridal style, planted a kiss on my cheek and took me to the bedroom. I giggled.

I changed into one of Harry’s t-shirts and brushed my teeth. Harry climbed under the covers, and I hopped in after him. He brought me close to his chest, my nose brushing his collar bone. Our legs intertwined, breathing the only thing heard. It was completely dark in the room, but I could tell Harry’s eyes were on me.

“Harry?” I asked quietly, absentmindedly playing with the hem of his white t-shirt he was wearing.

“Hmm?” He hummed in response.

“Do you think Louis is going to be okay?” I really didn’t know why I was asking him this, it just seemed like no one else was as concerned as I was. They were best friends.

He sucked in a deep breath and didn’t answer for a few minutes. I thought he had fallen asleep, but he replied with, “Yeah, I think so. I just think he needs time. They…were together a long time, and I don’t think you can just shut out feelings like they were never there.”

“He really loved her, hu?” I whispered.

“Yeah,” he stroked my hair soothingly, “Yeah he did.”

I furrowed my brow and breathed in Harry’s smell. I never knew how he smelled the way he did. It was almost different every day; but his bed never smelled different. His pillow smelled like a mixture of cologne, laundry detergent and Degree deodorant. Harry told me I smelled like vanilla and bananas. I thought it was a weird combo, but he claimed he loved it.

Sometimes I wondered if Louis would never get better. Eleanor clearly broke him in a way no one deserved. The grumpy, broken and masked Louis took the place of the cheery, effervescent Louis. Yes, Louis still told jokes, laughed at the ones he wasn’t telling, but he wasn’t the same.

I wanted that old Louis back.


The next morning, when I woke up and felt for Harry’s warm body next to me, all I felt was cold sheets. Confused, I looked over and around the room. The curtains were drawn open, and snow was falling silently, creating a blanket on the grass. On Harry’s pillow, a piece of paper was folded in half, my name written in Harry’s familiar penmanship. I smiled and opened it. It read, ‘come downstairs. Xoxo’. I threw back the covers and pulled on a pair of black yoga pants before skipping down the stairs. The smell of bacon and hash browns filled my nose. Harry stood at the stove in his white t-shirt and pajama pants, with no shoes or socks. It seemed like he was always cooking something. Not that I minded; he was a fabulous chef.

“Merry Christmas.” I grinned and when Harry turned around, his curly hair flopped over his green eyes. A smiled spread across his lips as he dropped whatever he was holding and ran to me. His arms locked themselves around my waist and he spun me around.

“Merry Christmas, babe.” He said, and kissed me. I hooked my arm around his neck and he held me to him, hands gripping my waist. I pulled away and blushed. “Hungry?”

I nodded. “Starving.” The food was amazing; Harry was never a disappointment when it came to his cooking.

In the front room, an embellished Christmas tree was standing in the window, cream-colored lights all around it and in the branches. Mistletoe was hung in front of the fireplace, and arrangements of presents were under the tree. I had one for everybody, who was coming over in about two hours. It was 11:00 in the morning now.

“The place looks great.” I said, wrapping my arms around Harry’s waist.

“It does, doesn’t it?” He replied. “What time are you headed over to your parents’?”

“I told them I would be over at 6.” I answered.

“I love you.” He said after a minute.

I brushed a curl out of his face. “I love you too.” I pecked his lips before going upstairs to change. It was Christmas, so I chose a short jean skirt with stretchy red tights. A green sweater was my top, and I curled my hair after my shower. I applied a little bit of makeup; foundation, mascara and lip gloss. I sprayed myself with Taylor Swift’s ‘Wonderstruck’ perfume—that stuff is amazing—and met Harry downstairs just as the doorbell rang. He was dressed in black jeans and a dark red t-shirt.

“Merry Christmas!” Liam said, and walked in with Danielle on his arm. Her hair was under her white Northface hat.

Shortly after, Louis,—who showed up alone—along with Niall and Sam showed up. Zayn was last to come, who claimed to have problems with his hair spray. That boy…

“When are we going to open presents?” Niall complained. The tree was stuffed with gifts, since everyone brought theirs for each other.

“Whenever you want, Niall.” I kissed his pink cheek.

“Yeah, can we do that now?” Louis called from the tree. He was already looking for ones with his name on it. It was such a sight you would see when you were with family; the six-year-old little boy with his nose under the tree, already getting impatient.

Once everyone was scattered around the room, either sitting on the floor or on a piece of furniture, Louis tore a present open. It was one from Zayn.

“Oh…my…God.” Louis said. He stared at it for a few minutes, the rest of us on the edge of our seats, peering to see what it was. Zayn sat on the floor, putting his weight on his hands, legs out in front of him.

“For God’s sake, Lou, what is it?” Harry complained.

“It…It’s a…a…personalized carrot peeler.” He stuttered, unable to speak clearly.

“Seriously? You got him a carrot peeler Zayn? Of all the things you could have gotten him, it was that?” I laughed. It seemed like a joke. “I’ve never even seen you eat carrots Louis!”

He frowned. “You don’t know my life! You don’t know what I’ve been through!” he snapped. I scoffed.

“He eats them in secret so Niall doesn’t eat them. Last time that happened, Louis bit Niall’s hand. There was blood.” Harry whispered in my ear, and I burst out laughing again. Only Louis…Only Louis.

“Never speak of that!” Niall piped up from across the room. How did he hear?

“You’re insane Tomlinson.” Sam muttered.

“Maybe,” he smirked, “but at least I’m not stupid.”  

The boys were amazing, as usual. Niall got me a $50 gift card to Nandos; he told me I needed to “expand my horizons” when it came to great food. Louis got me multiple pairs of socks, which happened to have carrots on them. I was surprised he didn’t get them for himself. Liam got me all 3 Toy Story movies on DVD, which I was actually really pleased with. I hadn’t seen those films in years. Zayn’s was the best, besides Harry’s. It came in a silver box, with gold ribbon on the outside tied in a bow. I opened it, and saw a bracelet that had 'friends' written on it. “Where’s the other part?” I joked.

“Here,” he replied and held up his keys. On a key chain, just like I thought, was the word 'best'. It was just a great gift; I jumped up and hugged him for a solid five minutes. Harry’s mouth was pressed into a thin line, and when I came to sit down again, he avoided my eye contact.

“Don’t be like that babe.” I kissed his cheek.

“Like what?” he smirked. “My present is so much better anyway.”

“Can’t wait to see it.” I looped an arm around his neck.

The afternoon was absolutely amazing. Liam’s favorite gift was a picture of Woody from “Toy Story” signed by Tom Hanks (who voiced Woody) from Niall; Zayn got this new hair product he’d had his eye on from Louis; Niall got an Irish shot glass he went gaga over from Sam.

“I’ll give you your present later tonight.” I whispered to Harry, whose eyes darkened and held me tighter.

“I can’t wait.” He growled, but I blushed and hit his leg.

“Not that!” I scolded. “I want it to be special. After I come back from my parent’s house, I’ll give you it, okay?”

He nodded and pecked my lips. I smiled and played with the gold chandelier earrings Dani had gotten me. She was so great; Liam was lucky to have someone who was so generous and caring in his life. Sam and Niall would probably get married they were so in love. They still couldn’t stop touching each other in some way; holding hands, his hand on her waist, her hand soothingly running through his blond hair. It was too cute.  

“What time is it?” Niall wondered out loud.

“Three fifteen.” Liam responded glancing at his watch.

“Good. Can we eat?”

I sighed. “Sorry, Ni, we don’t have any food here.”

“W-What?” His eyes grew to the size of beach balls, blue eyes starting to water.

“Kidding!” I laughed out loud. “I’m pretty hungry too, but my mom’s sure to have something so I’ll wait.”

“You should eat anyways,” Niall suggested, “Food is the key to happiness in this world.”


“Hey mom!” I said as I walked into the foyer. Remember when I was so pissed at my parents that I ran away to Andy’s place? Yeah, me too. That was terrible, but we worked it out. I showed them that Harry wasn’t going to hurt me—on purpose—and they finally saw the light. Harry was always welcome in our home, but this Christmas it was just going to be them and me.

“Merry Christmas sweetie!” My mom greeted me with a warm, motherly hug.

“Dad?” I peered over her shoulder, and he emerged from the den. “Merry Christmas!”

“It’s great to see you pumpkin,” he smiled, “you look like you’ve grown!”

“Dad, I’m nineteen and I saw you last week. I grew like…a millimeter, at most.” I giggled.

“My bad; I’m probably getting old is all.” He shrugged.

It was great to be home. I had so many great memories here; it was where my heart was. Sometimes I wished I had siblings, someone to go on my childhood journey with, but I never minded too much. My parents have me anything I could ever need—and more. That’s something I’ve cherished all my life. I could never repay them. Even through the dark times, they were there, like the amazing parents they were.

I was the luckiest person alive.


My shoes scuffed as I walked up to Harry’s door. As I lifted my hand to knock, the door burst open and Harry stood there, smiling like there was no tomorrow. “Hi.” He said.

“Hi.” I breathed and jumped into his arms. 

“I missed you.” His voice was muffled by my shoulder, where his face was buried.

“I missed you too.” I smiled and brushed a piece of brown hair from his face.

“Can I have my present now?” he grinned like a little kid on the morning of his birthday. His smile was so wide I thought his cheeks were going to rip and he was bouncing up and down in place.

I kissed his cheek. “Yup. Only if you give me mine.”

“Deal!” Harry ran up the stairs, and I was on his heels.

In the bedroom, Harry rummaged around in the bedside table before he turned around to face me, holding a long velvet black box. I smiled widely and went to retrieve mine from the dresser. Turns out Harry and I both hid our presents in the same room, just feet from each other. “Who’s first?”

“You go,” he said, “I wanna save mine for last.”

“Okay.” I giggled and grabbed his hand, sitting us both down on the bed. I shoved a box in his hands, my heart pounding as he opened it. He stared at it for a couple of seconds, then the biggest grin slowly began forming on his lips. He met my eyes with his, the green of his glowing and sparkling.

“It’s…it’s amazing.” He whispered and kissed me so passionately I just about melted in his arms. “Thank you so much. I love you.” He told me.

“I love you, too. I’m so glad you like it.” I was just about jumping up and down with joy; I had gotten him a ring that belonged to my father that had I never thought it would be you engraved inside it. My dad told me to give it to Harry, that now was the best time. It was then that I knew that my parents really liked Harry. After all, he…he fixed me. “Now mine.”

He brushed his hair out of his face and gave me my present. I held my breath as I opened it. My eyes widened as I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Tears stung my eyes and spilled over. It was a diamond necklace with the words Only You hanging in the center. I didn’t even want to think of how much this cost. All I cared about was what Harry did for me. “It’s perfect. It’s beautiful. I can’t thank you, I just—I…”

“Shh, babe you don’t have to say anything.” He cupped my face with one large hand. “You’re so welcome. It’s almost as beautiful as you.”

I smiled and closed my eyes as he kissed me again. I melted into it; my hands found his hair. That was becoming a habit whenever we kissed. His hands rested on the small of my back as his tongue slipped into my mouth.

I knew that if I didn’t stop this now, it would go where I thought it would. I was ready, but I was the kind of person that asked their best friend before doing almost everything, so I pulled away and hugged him. He sighed quietly, and I knew it was killing him. He knew that I wasn’t ready; I was amazed that he lasted this long. Typical couples would have had sex a long time ago. But not me. I wouldn’t say I’m old fashioned, but my virginity wasn’t something I wanted to just give away to anyone.

Not that Harry was anyone, he was the one. But my parents always told me abstinence was the key to living a healthy life, but I didn’t agree. Yes, abstinence protected you and all that, but I wasn’t going to wait until marriage till I did it.  I was ready. But it wasn’t going to happen tonight.

Harry would just have to wait a little longer. 

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