Back For You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

My breath caught in my throat when I saw Harry's black Road Ranger parked under the clock tower. I silently stepped out of the car and looked up, noticing the snowflakes falling from the sky. The square was silent and I could just make out someone sitting alone on a stone bench. I whimpered when I saw curly hair.  

Just seeing him so broken and weak made my heart ache. I ran for him, making the freezing air whip in my face, but I didn't care. 

"Harry!" I yelled trying to get his attention. He ignored me.  

I stood behind him now with tears threatening to escape. He sat with his elbows on his knees and his face in his large hands. I walked around him and squated in front of him so we were at eye level.  

"Harold." I said sternly, but I got no reaction from him whatsoever. "Harry. Styles. Look at me." I grabbed his jaw in one hand and forced him to look me in the eye.  

No words were spoken; we just pleadingly looked into each other's eyes.  

"Why?" he whispered as a single tear trickled down his cheek.  

"I didn't." I said back, looking at my feet. "Liam just took me to his bedroom and-" 

Harry suddenly jumped up, leaving me to stare only where he sat. "Why should I believe you?" His voice rose slightly, but I remained calm. 

"I don't know. It's just what happened." My voice was emotionless, plain. I met his gaze and shook my head. “Even though I didn’t want it to.” 

A shocked expression crossed his features. He blinked a few times. It was silent for a few minutes before it was broken. 

"I believe you." he said simply, taking my face in his hands and studying every inch of my face. His eyebrows tried to touch as he concentrated on something. 

I couldn't help but smile, pleasure flooding through me. "You do?" 

He suppressed a smile and nodded. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him into a hug, never wanting to let go. I loved his smell. His arms snaked around my waist, squeezing gently. 

"Amabel, I have to tell you something." Harry said seriously, taking both my hands in his. He took a deep breath and stood closer to me until our bodies were touching. 

 "What is it, Harry?" I prompted. 

"I'm falling in love with you." His hand lightly brushed my cheekbone. 

"That's funny, Harold," I said seriously, "Because I'm falling in love with you too."  

We both smiled as we kissed under the falling snow. 

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When we got back to Liam's house, Harry and I found Louis, Eleanor, Niall and Zayn watching Pitch Perfect, one of my favorite movies. Zayn seemed to have calmed down, and Louis had his arm around Eleanor. Niall was eating a sandwich. 

Louis leapt from the couch when he saw Harry and me. 

"Well?" he pressed. 

"We're great. Everything's fine." Harry chuckled. 

"Yay!" Eleanor clapped her hands together. Louis gave Harry a slap on the back. 

Harry's expression turned hard. "Where's Liam?" His eyes filled with anger, and his hands formed fists, jaw clenched. 

My stomach churned. 

"Uh..upstairs. He isn't talking to anyone." Niall said quietly. 

"Babe, I'll be right back." I said and headed to the kitchen. 

I heard footstep coming down the stairs and I couldn't help but hope that it wasn't Liam. I was wrong.

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Here is the long-awaited chapter :) I hope you liked it, and like I said before, don't hate Liam. Everything will work out, I promise. 

Amanda (you know who you are), I know you're reading this, ILYSM girly! I hoped you enjoyed this update.

Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there! Love you! <3

xoxo,

Alli