Corruption™ (Punk Harry Styles)

Chapter Forty-four

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“You know, I think I eventually would have gone a little crazy without you,” she admitted.

“Then why won’t you marry me?” I asked a little too angrily.

“What?” she sounded shocked by my question.

“Forget it,” I sighed and removed my hands from her waist.

“No, it’s obviously important to you; I’m not going to just forget you asked.”

“Well then are you going to answer it?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’m still young…and so are you. Or maybe…maybe it’s because I’m scared…”

Why would she be scared? Sure, it’s a hell of a commitment, but that doesn’t make it scary if you ask me.

“Scared of what?”

“A lot of things… Like how we would even afford a wedding.”

“That’s not the real reason. What are you really scared of?”

“I’m just scared that…” she looked away from me, “that I won’t be good enough for you…or that you’ll get bored of me…or-”

I gently tilted her chin back to look at me and wiped away a stray tear with my thumb.

“I wouldn’t have asked you in the first place if I thought I would get bored of you. Don’t ever think that you’re not good enough for me either. You’re better than good, you’re perfect. I’m the one that shouldn’t be good enough for you; especially after everything that I’ve done.”

She shook her head, “Don’t say that. If you weren’t good enough, I wouldn’t have taken you back.”

“I love you so much, I’m such an idiot for what I did.”

“Yes, you are. But I love you anyway.”

* * *

It was Friday evening already. This week went by really fast, but that doesn’t matter as long as she’s with me.

Gabby made me keep my distance from her for about six hours every day whilst she did schoolwork. Most of the time I would just stay there and watch her. Then she would throw something at me and say it made her nervous when I was constantly staring.

Instead of pestering her, I started to go out and walk around. There are actually a few places I think we should go to at some point whilst we’re here.

“Did you pack all your stuff?” Gabby called from the bedroom.

“Yeah, I have it out here with me,” I answered.

After a few more minutes, she came out of the bedroom with her suitcase.

“Jesus, we’re only going for the weekend,” I stated in reaction to her rather large suitcase.

“You never know what you might end up needing,” she reasoned.

Once she had double-checked that she had everything, we were out the door and I was putting the suitcases in the boot. She tried to get me to let her help, but I just dismissed her by telling her to get in the car.

“Why don’t you ever let me do anything?” she complained when I got in my seat.

“I let you do things. I just don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“It’s a suitcase, Harry, not a bomb.”

“Some people hide bombs in suitcases,” I smirked.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s just go.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Stop that before I slap you.”

“Stop what?”

“Being a smart ass.”

“Ouch, you almost hurt my feelings.”

“I’m going to hurt more than your feelings in a minute.”

“Would you like me to time that for you?”

She slapped my arm and I smirked. This should be an interesting ride.

* * *

After we had been in our hotel room for a while, Gabby told me she didn’t feel well. When I asked her what was wrong, she said her stomach hurt and asked me to go out and get medicine.

I was reluctant at first because I didn’t want to leave her side, but then I decided it’s better for me to get her something so she gets better rather than the possibility of it getting worse.

She had asked me to get Tylenol or Ibuprofen, which was a little confusing since I thought she meant she was sick to her stomach. Maybe she was getting cramps or something. I don’t fucking know. I’m just coming back with the medicine.

When I got back into the hotel room, I didn’t see her anywhere so I checked the bedroom. She wasn’t in there either, but the light in the bathroom was on and the door was closed.

I lightly tapped my knuckles against the wood, “Can I come in?”

There was no answer, but I heard sniffling. Is she crying? I tried the handle and it was unlocked. My eyes widened at the sight before me. There was blood on the floor and Gabby was lying down next to it flat on her stomach.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” I asked.

“I lost it,” she said through her tears.

“What are you talking about? Lost what?”

“The baby.”