The Boy That Saved My Life (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Ch.11

(EMMA'S POV)

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 "Harry Styles, I am in love with you," I blurted out to him.

He stared at me for a few long moments, not saying anything. I began to worry if I had said it too soon, if he didn't feel the same way. My doubts quickly drained away when I felt Harry's big arms wrap around me, pulling me into a hug. He reluctantly pulled away after a few minutes, leaning his forehead against mine and staring into my eyes.

"I love you too, Emma. So much."

We continued to stare at each other, our gaze flicking from eyes to lips.

"Harry."

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me."

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I was pulled out of my daydream when I heard my door open, revealing my handsome boyfriend. When he laid his eyes on me, his mouth turned into a smirk.

"What are you smiling at," he asked while walking towards me.

Until then, I hadn't noticed the toothy grin I was wearing, a side effect caused by my flashback. I felt my cheeks heat up, turning the same color as Harry's red converse.

"Oh nothing," I said once I composed myself.

Harry chuckled. "You are so beautiful," he said as he pecked my nose.

I scrunched up my nose, his lips creating a tickling sensation. His lips on my nose was not enough contact for me, I wanted him closer. I patted the empty space next to me, and like usual, he happily joined me on my bed. When he wrapped his arm around my waist and attempted to pull me into his lap, I felt an excruciating pain fill my body.

He must have noticed my uncomfortableness because he had a horrified look on his face. "What's wrong?!"

I took a deep breath, the pain dying down a bit. "My body is just a bit sore from all of the treatments." Truthfully, my body was more than just a bit sore. The constant chemotherapy and radiation treatments were wearing me down, it hurt just to move. I tried to cover up my suffering, but sometimes I couldn't.

Harry frowned. "If I could take all of your pain away, I would. I hate seeing you like this."

How in the world did I get this lucky? Harry had treated me so well, always thinking of me first. I wished I could repay him, show him how thankful I was. Nothing I could do would ever be enough for his kindness to me.

I extended my neck upwards, giving him a light kiss. His lips were amazing- soft as a pillow and red as a rose. Simply delectable, if I do say so myself. Ever since our first kiss, I had realized that Harry had something about him- a magnetic force, maybe- that drew me closer. I needed to be touching him at all times, whether it be kissing, cuddling, or just holding hands.