Netpals || Harry Styles

T w e n t y - t h r e e

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T w e n t y - t h r e e 

"Babe, are you okay?" Harry asks me, his voice so soft and understanding. I sniffle a few times and nod against his shoulder. I literally cried until I couldn't no more. I raise my head to look at him but notice his white shirt has black smudges on it from my makeup. 

"Oh my god, I ruined your shirt, I am so sorry." I say, using my thumb to try to clean it even though I know it won't work. 

"Hey, it's okay. Don't worry about it." He smiles at me, using his thumb to wipe under my eyes. 

"I feel bad."

"Don't." He smiles. "Now let me clean you up. Stay here." He smiles. I nod towards him as he climbs off of the bed. When he leaves, his body heat goes along with him, the cold air swarming around me. I shiver slightly and wrap Harry's plaid shirt tighter around my body for more warmth. 

I see Harry come back a few second later, sitting back down in front of me. He holds up a makeup remover wipe that he found in my washroom, looking at me with permission. I give him the best smile I could muster and he gently strokes it under my eyes, cleaning the mascara that ran down my cheek. He wipes my face so softly, so carefully as if he is scared to hurt me. I watch him as he continues, seeing his eyebrows furrowed as he concentrates deeply into his work. I notice how vibrant his eyes are and watch his eyelashes flutter with every blink. I scan over his face and notice a stubble formed on his upper lip and chin, the sight making me smile. 

"I'm not hurting you am I?" Harry asks nervously, stopping briefly to look at me. I give him a reassuring smile. 

"Not at all. Quite the opposite actually." I quietly say, but meaning every word. A light pink tint covers Harry's cheeks as he smiles back continuing his work. 

"Close you eyes." He says.

"It's okay, I can do the rest." 

"No," He smiles. "Close them." I close my eyes and Harry careful glides the wipe over my eyelids, making sure not to press too hard. "Is this fine?" He asks. I hum back in response. 

It takes a few minutes for Harry to finish but I didn't bother interrupting him since he sounded like he really wanted to do this for me, which is incredibly sweet of him. I open my eyes and see him smiling at me, scanning over my bare face. I gulp, feeling self cautious. 

"Beautiful." Harry says, breathing out. "Absolutely beautiful." I give him a smile, my face heating up.

"Thanks." I shyly say, looking down at my hands.

"Are you okay?" He asks, referring to my previous crying session. I nod. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." I smile at him. "Thank you." 

"No worries, I'm always here, Dais." I lean into his chest and give him another hug, really appreciating him being in my life right now.

"Thank you."

"Anytime, babe." He smiles at me, scanning over my face again.  

"What do you want to do?" I ask. 

"Anything you want."

"Umm...how about..." I trail off, not being able to think of something. 

"Do you just want to sit and relax?" Harry shrugs, looking at me with such care.