Don't Let Me Go 16+

Harper hasn't had the easiest life, after her dad dies, she has only her mother. One horrifying dark secret is made when her mother finds a new boyfriend. Will a certain boy be able to change the way in which she feels, will she open up to him? Can she depend, love and trust this guy? WARNING: contains extremely detailed and graphic scenes for older audiences, (sex, rape, cursing and abuse)


39. Chapter 39

Harpers POV;

I cried freely, openly, and loudly, as Zayn securely hugged and held me tightly in his strong muscular arms I felt a sense of belonging and security. We were cuddled up in the gorgeous bed I so badly wanted,

Zayn had taken me through at least six different furtiture stores hunting for it. It had hearts made of metal around the framing and was painted a beautiful silver. It was a such a large bed, it made this bedroom seem tiny. We could only fit, a beautiful dresser, it was carved and white. Some floating shelves holding small decorative boxes full of junk, I had to bring. In the corner a few boxes were piled up.

Not yet unpacked.

We were both unorganised, slow and new to moving into own apartment. I found it adorable that he would do all that for me, letting me design the room to my taste.

"I design the lounge room" he insisted, later telling me, 'it was gunna be all manly for giving him such 'a feminine and really girly room' the way he teased me, and treated me like a real princess made me love him even more than I already did, if that was even possible. His arms feel like a strong barrier protecting me from all the unfortunate evil in this big bad world. I felt safe in his arms, not to be corny or anything but I truly did.

Have you ever heard of the quote, 'one day someone's going to hug you so tight all your broken pieces with fall back together' ? It sounded really silly and stupid at the time till you realise the meaning and feel it, i know, what it now means, this moment felt extremely relatable.

He slowly and carefully wiped my tears with the clean maroon long sleeve of his cotton t-shirt. I looked up into his brown eyes, they remind me of soft delicious warm chocolate. Yum, it made you 'melt'. His eyes twinkled as he stared into my blue ones, that I was sure were also twinkling brightly back.

He slowly made his way out of bed and rested y head against the new plump pillows and kissed the tip if my cold small red nose.

I sat up as I watched him throw on a plain grew hoodie, a size to big and left through the large white wood door. My eyes felt heavier and my head quickly hit the black sheeted pillow, and I felt into an immediate deep sleep.

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