♡If I Could Fly ♡ • Harry Styles

6

He had answered on the second ring. Typical Harry. His voice low, "Hello?" Tears welled up in my eyes, as I held the phone tightly in my hands, shaking uncontrollably.

"Hello?" He said again.

I gasped through the phone, struggling to breathe. Attempting to say some words, I ended up sobbing instead.

There was complete silence as I laid there on the ground crying. About 5 minutes of me sniffling and whimpering over the phone, he finally spoke.

"Where is he right now?"

I gulped, and started shaking my head. I suddenly felt very light headed, my body numb. My vision became even more blurred than usual. I started wheezing.

"Wavy, dear?"

More wheezing.

"Wavy... Wavy, listen to me," he hesitated before continuing. "Wavy, im right here. Y- you're listening, yeah? Im right here."
My heart was pounding so hard, I felt it trying to pop out of my chest. I dropped the phone, lying their motionless, trying to breathe. I still heard Harry's voice on the other line.

"Wavy... I just- I... I need you to breathe. Do you hear me? I need you to breathe. You're alright. Listen to me... You're okay."

That's the last thing I remembered before I blacked out.

I had woken up on a bed, in a pale blue room. The sunlight coming through the shades burned my eyes. So I kept them shut. I felt the sheets with my fingertips, wondering where the hell I was.

I groaned, trying to get up. That's when someone walked in and came close to me, sitting on the edge of the bed. I took a deep breath, knowing it was only Harry. Until the person got closer, and I realized it wasn't him.

I tried to scream at the top of my lungs, my voice hoarse. Jasper simply smirked, trailing his finger on the side of my face. His evil smile growing as he closed his hands around my neck.

I jumped up hyperventilating, with someone holding my arms. I tried to make them let go, but they were holding on tightly, trying to get me to stop.

"Wavy... Wavy, it's me!"

He had said the same thing about four times before I finally stopped. I was able to open my eyes, and so I glared to my right, and there he was, a worried look on his face, his hands around mine.

"Its okay! You're alright...you're okay."

"H..Harry?" I whispered. He smiled lightly, releasing me. His warm hands left mine slowly, and I immediately wished they hadn't. I felt him staring at me, even as I shut my eyes, shaking.

He seemed to notice the sunlight was bothering me, so he immediately got up, and closed the shades. "Is that better?" I didn't answer. After a few seconds, "Are you cold?" I still didn't answer.

I felt him sit back down next to me, breathing slowly. "Wavy... Where is he?"

    "Where am I?" I managed to ask.

My question caught him off guard. I opened my eyes to look up at him, his eyebrows furrowed, his light eyes looking down at mine. He smiled with the corner of his mouth. "Welcome to my room. It does look pretty much the same from when we were kids, which is good 'cuz I figured you'll feel way safer here than anywhere else."

My bottom lip trembled. He saved me. After four years of purposefully ignoring him, he answered my call when I needed him. And he had saved me.

He continued, "I em... I covered up most of your wounds from that asshole. I know you're still feeling some pain, but I have some aspirin and tylenol here for any headaches or anything like that." He pointed to the drawer next to him.

"Uhh, oh, I thought of placing a wet towel on your head but I didn't know if it should be warm or cold. So I didn't get to put one on you..." He looked down at me, and smiled at the ground, realizing he was rambling.

"What about your mom?" I asked softly.

" Don't worry about that. Mum's traveling with her co-workers. She won't be back until next Sunday." A tear slid down my cheek and he wiped it off with his finger. "She... She didn't take you?" I asked. Shaking his head, "She wanted me to go with her. But I refused. It's not all that fun if you're on a business trip with a group of mum's friends. They're quite snotty. Not my type." He smirked, and I felt my worries drop a bit.

  I tried getting up. Instead of keeping me down, he helped me sit upright, and just watched me.

"Harry...? I..I'm hurt kinda bad."

"I've seen worse."

  "I'm so sorry,"
I covered my face with my hands.

He raised an eyebrow. "For what? You've done nothing wrong Wave."

"Yes... Yes I have. I just... I left you. And yet y-you're still here..."

    He eyed me for a bit, and I thought for a second, maybe he might kiss me. Instead, he looked down, and revealed a pair of glasses, one of the lenses majorly cracked. The other with various scratches. He then looked back up, placing them on my face softly, while tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Thank you." I whispered.

He placed his forehead against mine gently. "You don't have to thank me, Wavy. I was just...em, just doing what a friend would do."

I didn't know why, but my heart sank. Something felt a bit off, but I ignored it.

"Harry... You think he'll... You think- what if he..."

He immediately began shaking his head, as he replied firmly,

"No. Absolutely not. He will not find you. And he will never touch you again. You have my word, Wavy."

I just stared back at him, my breathing as calm as it had ever been.

"How do you know that?" I whispered back, my head tilting down.

Placing a hand on my chin, he lifted my head back up gently, his eyes never leaving mine. "You trust me, yeah?"

Three seconds later, I had somehow gathered enough strength to lean forward and wrap my arms around his neck, closing my eyes tightly as I cried silently, my face buried in his neck. It seemed to have caught him by surprise, since he didn't hug me back until after a few seconds. But when he finally did, he seemed hesitant, as if not wanting to break me. His arms soon swallowed my body whole, warmness spreading all around me. I felt safe and so protected for once in a long, long time.

I cried for about ten minutes, and once I finally stopped, I expected him to let go. But he didn't. Instead he held me as if I were going to disappear. Maybe I was. As long as this moment felt like forever, I wouldn't even mind if I did.