My Summer Love~ A Niall Horan Love Story

Chapter 33~ Confused

"Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)"- Eurythmics

"Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree?"

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Harry caught up rather quickly with his large strides and walked by my side towards the second lounge room down the hallway. Neither of us spoke the whole way there, though the silence gave me no time to think. My mind was blank. My teeth chattered loudly, my body shook relentlessly, and my shoes squished with every step I took.

We both arrived in the other lounge, sitting down silently on the single black leather couch. The only thing lighting the room was the natural light from outside, shining through the windows though it wasn’t too bright as the clouds rolled in once again. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Harry asked, breaking the silence around the two of us.

I sighed shakily, pulling the towel tighter around myself to try and halt the shivering. What was I supposed to say to that? I couldn’t feel anything. I was numb. And I sure as hell didn’t know if I was okay or not. So I just shrugged.

Harry gave me a worried look, glancing down at my upper arm where Niall had grabbed me. “Oh my god, Anna!” he whispered frantically to me and I looked down at my arm as well. A patch of purple and blue bruises were there in the shape of fingers; Niall’s fingers. I couldn’t help but gasp at the sight before me and I soon felt the tears building up in my eyes.

“Oh, no no no,” Harry said, taking me in his arms, holding me tight against his chest as I had my first of many hysterical sobs. “Shh, shh, shh,” he cooed to me, bringing my head to rest in the crook of his neck. Under any other circumstances, I would have pushed him away due to what had happened the night before back in the hospital.

But right at that moment, I didn’t want to. It made me feel… well, made me feel something instead of nothing at all. It was comforting to be able to feel his skin warming up my shivering figure. I clung tightly to his white V-neck T-shirt as if I would never let go; as if I coudn't let go. He was my rock in a time of no stability.

And I couldn’t make myself stop sobbing.

I don’t know why. I wanted to stop so badly. I hated crying, especially in front of other people because I didn’t want anyone to worry about me. But it seemed as if there was no end in sight. “Anna,” Harry said to me, his cheek resting against my head before he pulled away, his hands holding firmly onto mine. I looked at his hands holding my own and couldn’t help but feel comforted by his large, warm hands wrapping around my frail, trembling cold ones. “Anna, please look at me.”

I did as he said, glancing up at him through my eyelashes. His emerald orbs met my own and he stared at me sympathetically. “I’m not going to promise you that everything will be okay because to be honest, I don’t actually know. But I can promise you that I will try my damned hardest to try and make it that way.” The look on his face was as stern and serious as could be. “Whatever it takes, I will do every little thing in my power to make sure that you are alright,” he continued. “From your biggest problem to the pettiest little thing, I swear… I’ll do it.”

My tears had slowed as well as my heart rate. Who was this boy sat in front of me? I liked him much better than the Harry I’d known before… Maybe that was what Louis meant. Maybe I had finally “gotten to know him” as I had been advised I’d need to do before Harry would change his attitude towards me. And the best part was, this Harry- the real Harry- was so comforting to me. His green eyes were softer, and he seemed to grin instead of smirk, and his curls bounced exuberantly, and his hands were warmer, and he actually cared about me.