The Fight Part Three. (1D)

Everything is going perfectly or so she thinks. But, as usual everything changes when it comes down to Harry and his violent ways. Anger, change and an inspirational journey will lead Kasey into meeting a new friend. Someone who understands her and helps make one of the hardest discissions of her life.

Will Kasey learn to cope with Harry's agression or will she return to the comforting arms of Liam Payne?

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19. The Morning After.

I woke to the early morning sun warming my skin. My eyes flickered open adjusting to the blinding light that shines through the beige curtains. My mind immediately backtracked to last night. Guilt swooped over me, my heart dropping and I began to feel sick and disgusted with myself. How could I do that to Harry? All he does is care for me and this is how I repay him!

 


I turn around facing towards the middle of the bed and my eyes rest on Harry who is peacefully led beside me. A small smile grows on my face for a moment as I think to myself how perfect he is for me. But it soon disappears as the guilt reoccurs. Why did I have to be so damn stupid!?

 

 

I continue to watch him as his eye's begin to twitch a little until they heavily force themselves open. His eyes meet mine, his expression blank for a while until he seems to come to life, eyes widening and a beaming smile appearing across his face.


"Hey babe!" Harry's morning voice sounds extremely enthusiastic for this time in the morning. He hovers over me leaning on his elbow as he sweetly kisses my lips. As he does I can smell the light scent of his cologne left over from the day before and it makes me feel right at home.


"Mmm." He softly hums as he pulls out of the kiss and looks down at me licking his lips. The topless guy then moves himself on top of me and begins leaving small kisses down my neck and one of his hands start to travel gently along my thigh.


"Harry...please...not now." I say as I gently push him away, my hand on his hard chest. His face falls concerned as he moves onto his elbow by my side again.


"What's wrong?" He softly asks as he pushes a piece of hair behind my ear, his emerald iris' staring straight into my eyes.


"I'm just a little tired that's all." I lied. The truth is the guilt was killing me. Harry nodded understandably, obviously disappointed by my response.

 

"Well, I'd better take a shower. I have to head down to The Ring. Would you mind packing a few of my things ready for the trip?" He spoke as he began to get up from the bed and I faked a smile. The boxing championships have come around so fast. We leave tomorrow, first flight to Malaysia, and I hate to say it but I'm really not looking forward to it at all. I'll have to see Liam everyday... oh gosh, maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

 

"Sure." I reply as I watch Harry scoot himself off of the bed.

 

"Harry wait." I then raise my voice a little grabbing his attention. He spun around to my direction his eyebrows slightly raised.

 

"C-can you lie with me for a little while longer?" I ask and watch him as he looks back at me confused. But he then smiles, lifts the duvet cover up and slips himself back into the bed. His warmth caresses my body straight away as he wraps a strong tattoo covered arm around me and I rest my head onto his chest. This is all just so...nice. We just lay there for a moment as my finger gently traces the inked butterfly on his skin the only sense of life being the light sound of our breathing and the birds outside.

 

"Kasey?" Harry speaks over the silence that has arisen.

 

"Yeah." I quietly reply moving so that I'm facing him. His eye's look down at me concerned as I wait for him to speak...and it worries me.

 

"Are you ok? You seem a little-"

 

"Harry I'm fine." I giggle feeling relieved as I sit up and place a wet kiss onto his lips. Harry then chuckles too before speaking again.


"Don't forget to pop into town today, make sure that money from the sale has been put into your account." Harry reminds me as he begins to leave the bed once more, heading for the shower. It was kind of sad knowing my house had finally been sold and wasn't mine anymore, it didn't belong to me anymore. I mean it was home and now, it's someone else's.

 

The next hour or so passes by fairly quickly and before I know it Harry has left and I'm showered and beginning to pack our things. I grab the rather large suitcase from the corner, stumbling across the room with it and then slinging it onto the bed. I then start looking through Harry's clothes, trying to decipher through both things that he likes to wear and that I like to see him in. I pull out several sets of dark skinny jeans, many full of holes and then place them neatly into the suitcase. Next I begin to choose which t-shirts to pack. I pick up a few plain shirts placing them to one side and then begin to search for some others. A dark blue Ramones shirt is next in my hands a long with a plaid shirt that I also place in the case. I can smell his scent on the clothes as I move them into a neater pile and it encourages a small tingly feeling to start in the pit of my stomach.

 

"Oh I love him so much." I say to myself as I finish off his packing and begin on mine. I make my way over to my wardrobe quickly grabbing the clothes I'll need and placing them neatly into the suitcase with Harry's. I pack less than I need so that I have a cheeky excuse to go on a shopping spree whilst we're away and praise myself for having such a brilliant idea. Believe it or not the packing only took about half an hour which is a new record for me! I'd usually spend ours deciding what outfits to pack. But not today, I have too many things on my mind. Like Liam and how I'm going to get over what happened.

 

A/N- Hey guys, please could you let me know what you think of 'The Fight.(3)' so far. I would really appreciate it and it would also help to see who is still reading. Thank you, love you all!

 

N x

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