Back For You (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

"You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly" Amber Tomlinson has lost everything. She's lost trust in others but most importantly in herself. She has found a new family, but she's not ready to let her guard down just yet, even though she feels completely safe around them. When she finds out their "secret" any trust she has in them disappears. Can she build a relationship with them again or will she forever feel lonely? He said he would always come back for her, so why should she be scared?

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22. CHAPTER 21

Chapter 21:
Make heart beat sped up as I pounded down the stairs. Tears still poured out of my eyes, but they weren’t ones of sadness, it was relief. I flew out the door slamming it behind me, adrenaline pumping through my veins. His back was to the house, but I kept running, finally he heard me and slowly turned around as I threw my arms around him. I buried my face in his chest sobbing and laughing at the same time. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I don’t know how long we stood there in each other’s embrace, but the world had seemed to melt around me and all that mattered was him.
He pulled away resting his forehead on mine, “You didn’t come home to us, so I figured I would have to come back for you.”
“I didn’t think you wanted me to come back,” I said quietly letting my eyes drift to the ground.
He slowly lifted my chin up so I was looking into his eyes once more.
“What would make you think that?” he asked, his eyes filled with sadness.
“I don’t know, I just—”
“Amber, I will always want you. I want you more the anything in the world. But I don’t just want you, I need you. I can’t tell you how hard it was to be away from you.”
“I need you too.”
“Well, then tell me that. Don’t try and hide from me. Is that what you were trying to do by staying here? Hide? If you really need me… tell me.”
“I do. I need you.”
A smile grew on his face, “Will you come home with me?”
“Of course.”
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We had done it. We had convinced my uncle to let me go back to London four days early. It didn’t seem like much, but to us it was everything. I would get to go home. See my family, my real family again. Harry sat quietly on bed as I packed my suitcases. He wore a stupid grin on his face as he watched me rush around the room grabbing my various belongings.
“So how are we getting home?” I asked as I zipped up the luggage.
He thought for a moment, “Honestly, I don’t know. It’s pretty late so I don’t want to plan a flight. Maybe we can just stay at a nearby hotel and take a plane in the morning.”
“Okay that sounds good,” I replied.
I finished packing up my bag and we headed downstairs. My uncle was waiting for us at the front door with a sour look on his face. Harry went outside to his car with my luggage as I said goodbye.
“I hope you’re making the right decision,” he said harshly.
I looked out to where Harry was waiting for me and a smile crept onto my face, “I am.”
After an awkward farewell I joined Harry in the car and we drove off, he had found a cheap hotel near an airport so we could leave early in the morning, when our flight was scheduled. We arrived at the small hotel and we went in to the front desk where a middle aged man sat looking through a magazine.
“We’d like to make a reservation,” said Harry as we approached him.
“How long?” the man asked
“Just for the night, he replied.
“The available rooms only have one bed, but it’s a king bed so I hope that’s okay for the two of you.”
I felt my cheeks heat up at his comment and Harry chuckled next to me.
“Yeah, that’ll be fine thank you.”
We got our keys to the room and headed towards the elevator.
Harry stooped down and whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry I can sleep on the floor if you’d like.” I detected something in his voice, almost worry, like he didn’t want me to feel uncomfortable. This caused a smile to grow on my face.
“I wouldn’t wanna make you do that. The bed would be big enough for both of us.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“It’s fine, as long as you stay on your side of the bed,” I said with mock seriousness.
“Will do,” he replied smiling.
We headed up to our room and I used the card key to open the door. After dropping my bags in various places I headed into the bathroom to take a shower. I washed up and threw on some sweats. When I went back out I found Harry on the bed with his head in his phone. In nothing but his plaid boxers I might add. I jumped onto the bed and snuggled under the covers. I pulled out my phone and turned it on to find five missed calls from Louis.
Harry must’ve been looking over my shoulder, “He’s called me too.”
“Does he know you’re here?” I asked.
“Probably not, I left without telling anyone.”
“He’s probably worrying about you.”
“Eh, let him. He’ll find out tomorrow. And honestly if he knew we were spending the night together he would worry more than he is right now,” he said with a smirk.
I laughed softly, “Okay good point.”
Harry found a remote on the nightstand and switched on the television. He got comfortable in the bed and then draped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. I snuggled up against his chest and slowly drifted off to sleep.
I felt rustling next to me and I sat up to see Harry turning on the TV and the light as he turned back to the bed he noticed me.
“Oh, sorry to wake you.”
“No it’s fine.”
He laid down and got under the covers next to me. I curled to my side and closed my eyes trying to go back to sleep. After what seemed like hours I finally did. But it wasn’t the best sleep I’ve had.
I woke up with a cold sweat a scream escaping my lips. The light flipped on and I felt hands on my shoulders which startled me even more, so I pushed the person away.
“Amber, it’s just me!” they said firmly placing their hands on me again.
I finally came to my senses, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s okay, don’t worry, you’re safe.”
We sat there in each other’s embrace as I calmed myself down, “Thank you,” I whispered.
I felt him nod his head lightly, “Would you like to talk about it?”
“It was my family again. I keep trying to bury those memories, but they keep reappearing.”
“I’ve heard that sometimes the best thing to do isn’t to hide from those memories, but embrace them and find good ones to remember instead. You’ve never told me much about yourself or what it was like before you lived with us.”
“I’ve never told anyone actually. I always thought it would be too hard to talk about.”
“Well why don’t you give it a try?”
I took a deep breath and began.
 

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