Chapter 13:

Chapter 13••Harrys POV••10 minutes late and I'm already literally ready to burn down the entire city hell-or-high water to know where Taylor is. She said it herself "send the dogs on me if I'm not home in 5 minutes" and look where that's gone. She isn't home. I feel like a housewife worried about her husband arriving home safe but no, I'm a grown man whining over his crush not being home yet. Crush because we hadn't specifically referred to eachother as any more. I don't need to written in words, just a sentence would be fine.Just as I'm about to return to the building, Taylor steps in and shrugs off her coat. I release a huge sigh of relief. "Where the hell were you? You said 5 minutes, you scared me to death." I breathe, pushing her by her back into me and enveloping her in a tight hug. She can probably feel my heartbeat through my shirt. She feels warm, innocent even, everything about her is radiant of comfort. "I'm sorry, I ran into my ex..." she grimaces, and closes her eyes tightly as if to shake out the image. I immediately feel protective, wanting to pummel whoever made her feel like that strongly against him. "Don't waste your energy being jealous, he means nothing to me." She spits out as if he tastes bad in her mind. She forces a weak smile which I acknowledge as uneasiness. Obviously bent out of shape up about the whole thing, I cradle her up bridal style and carry her to the sofa. "Hey, guess what?" I whisper, holding my weight above her. She smiles, examining my cross necklace that dangles above her. "What?" She murmurs, her attention still turning the necklace over and over in her hand. I grin down at her, so transfixed on the small token. My head dips as I gently press my lips to her neck. I suddenly forget what I was saying, the warmth of her skin stopping my thoughts from processing. She looks mesmerized by the object.•flashbackI'm 7 years old, Sitting bedside at my mothers sick bed.She holds a velvet box with a shiny silver nailed cross on it for me in her small, frail hands. She looks both ways then leans close to me so nobody else hears, her voice steady and sweet. "And this, Harry. Don't let anyone know about this but the two of us for now but never let this out of your sight until you want that person protected because-" She pauses to wipe a stray tear and control her strangled sob. "I'm not going to make it much longer, Harry. But you have to remember that i'll be looking after you even when I'm not with you. When you have this necklace, just know you're safe." • End of flashbackI want her safe. She's the only one I want to have it, ever. Her and mom."You can have that, you know." I whisper against her ear, continuing to press kisses next to the spot. She stops toying with it for a second to meet my eyes."It's your favorite.." She says, her eyes brows furried together in confusion. I half nod, turning so we're both facing eachother on our sides, me on the inside of the couch."Yeah.. my mom gave it to me before she passed. She told me that when I had it, i'd be safe. That she would protect me even when she isn't there to." I run my tongue over my dry lips. My mind swims with memories of the scene of my mother and i. There's a lot of times connected with this necklace. She stares blue darts into my eyes, as if trying to pry the memories out that's been dying to be unlocked from deep inside me. I lift my eyes to hers, "I want you to have it. Here, stand up." She shakes her head quickly but is forced to stand as I do. "Harry, I couldnt. Its your mothers and it means too much t-" She rambles which I cut off by pushing my mouth to hers. An effective way of telling her to stop talking. "I want you to have it. Turn around." I state, pushing her silky blonde hair to one side. The necklace drapes loosely around her neck and clasps into place, "Now when you have this on, you'll be safe and you'll be mine." The necklace is my small claim of her, the only claim I can take without losing myself. She turns to face me, her eyes glazed over with tears, "Thank you so much, Harry." Barely finishing off her sentence she meshes her lips into mine. Big mistake. Immediately I react, kissing her back fiercely, sliding my tongue in. Her lips battle back, bouncing off eachothers just to match again seconds later. I need to stop, why can't I stop? My instinct takes over as the desire overpowers my common sense. Personally I blame testosterone. Before I can get control of myself, my hands are cradling her bottom and she's straddling my waist, our lips not parting for more than a few seconds. Everything about her is intoxicating, her hair, lips, eyes, taste, everything. "Harry," She gasps my name as my lips grow to her neck. Just her voice awakens my senses into a fiery heat. I've wanted her, I've wanted her ever since I saw her in that antique shop. She was everything I needed and craved but yet some I deserved such as the feisty defiance she exudes. All the while being the most stunning girl I have ever seen in my entire life. And when I need something, or someone, I don't plan on stopping until I get it. Claiming her as my own for now and forever, I don't make a plan of letting her go. Every single time I resisted this so I wouldn't hurt her frail frame when in reality, she was the sexiest woman I have ever seen even without the experience or without trying. She was effortlessly irresistable, and this was definitely the testification of it. •••Taylors POV••I awake in the blanket of morning, finding Harrys arms draped around me as I lay my head on his chest. My whole body tingles from the night before, flashing in the back of my mind. A smile flicks across my face at the reminders. Never in my dreams would I have thought a few months ago that i'd be lying here willingly next to Harry, or next to anyone at that. But here I am, in complete claim by him. Never had I experienced something close to that though, the feelings he provoked in me were different than I had ever felt before. Burning desire-filled emotions that I can't explain, song material if you'd ask me. I direct my attention up at the sleeping Harry above me. He looks angelic sleeping, his soft pink lips dry from sleep. Butterflies erupting in a cloud from my stomach as I look at him. Is this what love is? The feeling when you just look at someone and you feel like you might just explode from just laying eyes on him? He suddenly exhales tiredly, opening his peaceful eyes and smiling down at me. I then realize one hand of mine is resting on his washboard-style abs which I had thoroughly enjoyed just last night. "Goodmorning, how are you doing?" He stumbles which we both laugh softly at. Teasing even this early, which I learned he is extremely good at. "Okay.. tired. And you?" I smirk, my cheeks tinting color. He chuckles sending vibrations through my fingertips and down my spine. "I'm actually feeling great, better than ever." He says proudly. "Do you feel like a proper wife now?""Absolutely." I mumble, softly kissing him. He smiles into it, pecking one back on my own and he rolls on top of me so we're eye-to-eye. "I have us some plans on this freezing Saturday." "But you have meetings today, that's kind've the reason I stayed late last night at the office, remember?""Ah, cancel them. I want to spend the days leading up to Christmas with my girl." he grins with a wink. My girl. I'm his girl. Just the thought splinters my spine with happiness. I belong to someone and someone belongs to me. This must be the feeling I felt. Harry Styles' girl, a title girls would kill over all over the world yet I'm bestowed upon it though I hadn't even wanted to be around him before. But now, it's different. He's different. And the fact is, I'm different, and somehow I like it.