Harry's pov
My eyes took in her beautiful body. The moon highlighting the high points of her body, the underwater pool lights giving her an angelic glow.
It wasn't just her body though, it was everything.
The way her eyes were closed, her features relaxed. She looked peaceful, content, happy. I haven't seen her look like that in a long time.
Whenever I'm around she's either stressed or crying. Either way it's not good.
I wonder if she knows it was me in the bed the other morning? Maybe it's best she doesn't. She already hates me enough.
I wish she didn't.
I wish I could be different for her. I wish I could be gentle, caring and loyal. But I can't.
I'm Harry Styles and I'm an asshole. An unloveable asshole.
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