Fix You (A Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter Twelve

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes, in the hospital I hated so much, was the person I loved so much.   

"Andi!" Harry stood up and kissed my forehead. 

He smiled and stroked my cheek.   

"I'm sorry." I apologized and he knew what for.  

"Don't ever do that again. I couldn't bare my life without you." He looked right into my eyes.   

I felt physically good again, my wrist hurt, but I felt a lot more energetic.  I sat up and talked to Harry until the nurse would come and tell me I could go home.   

We arrived at my apartment soon after that. Harry entered before I did.  "Hey." I smiled and held his arm so he stopped.  He turned around and smiled at me, waiting for me to say something.   

"Thank you." I smiled and kissed him passionately. I tried to put all the love I've felt for him into that kiss.  We walked to the bedroom and let ourselves fall onto the bed.   

Harry gently undressed me. He kissed down my neck and shoulders until he reached my bandage.  He closed his eyes and kissed it just as well.   

It was how I always wanted sex to be, how I always imagined it to be if it was with somebody I loved.  Two bodies creating a firework of emotions. Two hearts beating in the same rhythm.   

*  

As the second year of university, and the second year with Harry, had come to an end Harry said he said he wanted to celebrate my well-being.   

Nothing much has changed, nor has happened.  Me and Harry have been the same we were a year before, in love.  But I loved him more than I did before. I gained weight, a lot if you ask me, and I hated it. I wasn't exactly fat, I wouldn't say I was, I was just not so skinny anymore. Not only skin and bones, no model measurements anymore. I told Harry I didn't like what I had become, I didn't like my stomach as much anymore and my thighs, but he told me he never loved me more. And that was why I decided not to get back to my old habits. He made me feel like it's okay not to be perfect and he accepted, and most importantly loved, me the way I was. And that must have been some kind of perfection.  

It was the first friday of summer, it was a warm, quiet night in London, well it was as quiet as it can be. 

"Are you ready?" Harry smiled at me widely as he stuck his head around the corner that lead to my living room.   

I smiled back at him and ruffled through my hair before I made my way after him.  "I bet you're gonna love where we're going." He said excitedly as he held the door open for me. His dimples were showing and he had this sparkle in his eyes that night. I was wearing a rather short, dark blue dress with a peter pan collar and flats. Harry wore blue too, a marine blue shirt and his old, black jeans. He looked as stunning as ever.   

"Well, where are we going?" I grinned after I sat down. He winked but wouldn't answer me. We drove out of town and we've been driving for a rather long time.  "No, really where are we, Harry?" I looked at him concerned.  

"Only a few more minutes." He said seriously. I observed him as he drove and noticed a smile that was creeping on his face the whole time through. 

We were driving through Brighton. We were driving to the beach to be specific. As I realized where we were going, I smiled at Harry, so happy that I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest.  I put my hand on his, to silently thank him for everything he had ever done for me. As we were able to actually see the beach I saw a bunch of people standing around near a camp fire and glowing torches. We parked right in front of the beach. I formed an O with my mouth but it was soon to be gone to be replaced by another smile.