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?



43. Chapter 43

Chapter 43

“I-I don’t know what to say.” Harry whispered after all the time I had waited. I was silently grateful that Zayn had left, because if he didn’t, this would have been extremely awkward.

“You don’t have to say anything. I understand if you don’t want me anymore.” I replied and avoided his eye contact, a tear rolling down my cheek. Harry cupped my face gently and wiped it away with his thumb, the pad of this thumb catching it. When I met his green eyes, he said something that made me break down.

“I understand why you were upset, and I’m not mad that you and Zayn kissed. We both did something stupid, and I am so in love with you I can’t let you go. You are my entire world, Amabel, and without you, I don’t see a reason for existing. I am lost without you, and this whole time being with you, seeing you smile, have been the best months of my life.”

I pulled him to me, my face buried in his shoulder. Sobbing, he traced small circles in my back with his finger, something I always liked. It soothed me when I needed it. “I-I love you too. P-Please don’t let me go, Harry. I’m so tired of feeling alone. 

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’ll never let you go.” He rocked me back and forth.  I pulled away and stared into his eyes.

When he looked me in the eyes, it felt like I was home. It felt like there was no safer place in the world than here in his arms. He makes me feel invincible, and I feel like a fool for thinking that breaking things off would be better for me. It just made me worse, made me break again. I knew he knew how much he meant to me by the way he looked at me—it told me he felt the same way. Having the person that you love more than anything love you back is the best feeling in the world. There is no better feeling than someone care for you as much as you care for them.

Harry smiled widely —his cheeky grin still managed to knock me off my feet— and I returned the gesture. I pressed our lips together immediately. There wasn’t hunger as much as passion. There was definitely a spark since we missed each other, but there was something sweet about it that made me enjoy it just as much.

I was the happiest person in that moment—in his arms.


“It’s great to see you again, Mr. and Mrs. Walker.” Harry greeted my parents.

After he and I made up two days ago, Harry thought it was time to speak to my parents. I was a little nervous, considering the last time I talked to them about Harry, they said we needed time apart. And we did, and it was the worst time for the both of us.

“You too, Harry. Please come in.” My mother smiled. She seemed to like Harry much more. I don’t know what changed her mind, but I think she saw clearly that Harry would never leave me again. Nothing would come between us, nothing could separate us. After everything that we went through, we both agree that it only made us stronger.

“Harry.” My father shook my boyfriend’s hand, and led him to the dinner table.

“Mr. Walker.” He replied.

My dad chuckled as Harry helped me into my chair. “Call me Scott.”

Harry grinned. “Everything looks amazing Pam.”

He was right. My mom had made a wonderful chicken dinner. It was just going to be the three of us, but my dad said I should invite Harry. “Yeah, mom. Great job.”

“You two are too sweet. Thank you,” she said, taking a seat.

“So, Harry,” my dad said. “What are your plans? Headed somewhere soon?”

I paid attention to Harry’s response. We talked about what was next for us, but not for One Direction. “No arrangements are being made right now, sir. We have free time for as long as we need it. Management agrees with us when we said we needed more time with our families.”

“That’s great.” I smiled, and kissed his cheek.

“Yeah.” He answered. “More time with you.” He grabbed my hand under the table, making me giggle. Things were finally turning around. Before, my parents thought all the exposure I was getting from the media wasn’t good for me.

They didn’t know that I could handle it, that I was able to cope with the hate I got. Harry was really proud of me that I was able to handle everything that was thrown at me—good and bad. Truthfully, I was proud of myself too. It wasn’t easy, but Harry was with me through it all. He would tell me everything was going to be okay.

And it was.


“Hello?” I answered my phone, holding between my cheek and my shoulder as I ran out the door.

“Hey, babe! Where are you?” Harry asked.

“I’m on my way. I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

“Love you too.” He hung up.

I was meeting the boys in the park for lunch. Niall packed the food —more like the fridge— and everyone was going to meet under the canopy by the pond. There were three picnic benches under a small roof that were meant for picnics, and after Harry and I got back together four days ago, he’s been bugging the lads to have a get-together ever since.

As I pulled up on the shoulder of the road, I saw Niall already eating. Zayn and Liam were on their phones, and Louis was poking Niall’s cheek, which was stuffed with who-knows-what. I laughed and climbed out of the car, jogging over to where Harry was. He saw me coming and jumped up, a wide smile on his face. I ran over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing his lips softly.

“Where’s Sam?” I asked. “I thought she was coming.”

“Me too,” Niall snapped. “But she said she had better things to do.”

I raised an eyebrow and pulled out my phone, calling her. “Hey, Sam, where are you?” I asked when she picked up.            

“What do you mean?” The background was loud, people talking and music blaring.

“We’re all at the park. I texted you last night and you said you were coming.” I explained.

“Oh,” she said. “Change of plans.”

I frowned. “Okay, well just call me later okay? Or Niall, I know he misses you.”

“Will, do sister. Gotta run.”

And then she hung up. Confused, I stuffed my phone back in my pocket. I’m sure things were going to work out between them. “Come here, babe.” Harry said, and I plopped myself down on my lap. He groaned a little and I pivoted in his lap.

“Problem?” I smirked.

“Nope,” he said, forcing a smile. “No problem here.”

“That translates to ‘Oh my God you’re way too fat to sit on my lap and you're crushing my balls, get the fuck off.’ He’s just too nice to say so.” Louis interjected from across the picnic table. Niall and Zayn burst out laughing, and Liam bit his lip to keep from smiling.

My jaw dropped. “Hey! That’s so mean, Louis!”

He shrugged. “It’s true, isn’t it Harry?”

“No!” Harry cried. “Amabel is not too fat!”

I patted his curly head. “Thanks, baby.” He smiled like I just said the best thing in the world.

“He’s lying.” Niall said.

“Probably.” Zayn added.

“You guys are so mean!” I cried, and ran to Liam, sitting on his lap and burying my face in his neck, pretending to cry. “You think so, right Liam?” I peeked at him from under my eyelashes.

“Um, yeah. Totally.” He stuttered, but didn’t seem too sure.

I pouted, and then slowly smiled. “Okay then. You guys” —I pointed to every one of the boys— “are asking for it.” Their eyes widened.

I got up, acting like everything was normal, and went to where the food was. I took a cherry pie and walked slowly to Louis, an evil grin on my face. His eyes were wide with fear as he watched my every move. He moved away slowly, but I wasn’t going to wait.

BAM! I threw the pie in his face. There was silence for a few seconds before everyone erupted in laughter. I smirked as Louis wiped the pie from his eyes. “Eat that, Tomlinson. But be careful, it’ll make you fat. Make sure not to sit on anyone’s laps.”

The boys howled with laughter, but stopped when I sharply turned around. “I didn’t do anything!” Liam cried, holding his hands up in surrender.

“But you”—I pointed to Niall—“You are going to get it, Irish boy.” I grabbed the grapes from the bag and started pelting them at Niall. He made a very feminine-sounding squeal and hid behind Zayn, who picked up the grapes from the ground and started throwing them back at me. “Hey!”

“You started this!” Zayn said.

Just then Goldfish crackers were everywhere; down my shirt, in my hair, on the ground. I turned around to see Harry holding his stomach laughing his butt of. “You. Did. Not.”

“That’s a good look for you babe!” He managed to say. I picked the food out of my hair one piece at a time. Zayn was slowly backing away, not wanting to get food all over him.

There was a minute of silence before Louis screamed “FOOD FIGHT!” Thanks to my quick reflexes, I dove for the soda cans and sandwiches, tucking them under my shirt and diving under the table. I shook the can and opened it, spraying Niall, who was trying to take shelter under the table next to me. Laughing evilly, I snuck up behind Harry and stuffed a sandwich down his pants. He jumped 5 feet in the air and grabbed me by my waist and held me hostage, while the other boys fought with bananas and bottles of water.

The place was absolutely trashed, food and drinks everywhere; in our clothes, in the grass, on the table. “Let’s get out of here.” Harry whispered.

I nodded and grabbed his hand, leading us to a rock off to the side. We sat behind it, hidden from the boys, who didn’t seem to notice we were MIA. “You are so evil.” I giggled.

Harry grinned. “I know. You just look so cute with Goldfish if your hair.”

I blushed, and then kissed him. He held the back of my neck and I would have run my fingers through his hair, but there was grape soda in it. “THERE YOU ARE! HA!” I turned, and saw Louis laughing at us. “You fools thought you could hide from us!”

“It was scary out there.” I pointed out. Niall scoffed, and then Zayn grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder, laughing. I protested, but the black-haired boy ignored me. I could hear Harry behind me trying to save me but I guess Niall was holding him back. “You can’t do this Zayn!” I cried playfully.

“Amabel! I’ll save you!” Harry yelled from somewhere behind me.

“Never! You will never see her again, Haz!” Louis spat, then laughed evily.

Zayn laughed and sat me under the picnic table. “You’re mine now.” He winked. Fine, I’ll play along. I winked back and got closer and closer, then punched his balls. He squeaked in pain as his face scrunched in discomfort. Grinning, I scrambled away and jumped on Louis’s back.

“PEASANT! GET OFF ME PEASANT! Niall—remove her!” Louis commanded, and I burst out laughing.

This was great. These boys were so dramatic. They knew how to have a good time without getting the least bit serious. Every day with them was an adventure. Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands grab my waist. They weren’t Niall’s or Harry’s, and I figured they weren’t Zayn’s since he was most likely still under the table. “Liam!” I screamed, and I heard a chuckle behind me.

“I think someone wants you back.” He said, and I saw Niall and Louis shrug, going back to help Zayn, who was rocking back and forth on the ground, the occasional whimper escaping from his lips.

I gave Harry a hug once I reached him. “I will never let them touch you again!” He cried dramatically, and I laughed and poked his tummy.

“You’re such a goober.” I giggled. “I don’t mind. I love all you guys.”

He grinned. “I love you the most.”

“And I love you the most.” I repeated, and lightly kissed his lips. He snuck an arm around my waist, and I put a hand on his chest, took a deep breath and watched the four other boys goof around and be well, themselves.

This is where I needed to be—with the people I love the most. I had the most wonderful boyfriend in the entire world, and his friends were my friends. As long as I was with them I would be safe, they would always be there for me when I needed them the most. They’re more than just a band; they’re like a family. They help and support each other no matter what.

“I can’t believe you came back for me.” I said softly, resting my head on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, babe,” he said, kissing my forehead. “I’ll always come back for you.”


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