[Again, I did not write the smut featured in this chapter. I'd like to thank ym friend for doing this for me, you're a gem. Enjoy!x ]

My hair fell off my face as Harry laid me down onto his bed. He rested me in the middle of the large mattress and placed himself over top of me. Our heated kissing had escalated, if that were even possible, and I found myself sliding my hands up his shirt.

"Amy." Harry warned, breaking our kiss to look at me. His expression was concerned, his eyes searching my face.

"I want you."

"Are you sure?” He leaned a little closer to me so our faces were centimeters apart. My slightly trembling hands lifted the hem of his shirt in response, the black material covering his face momentarily. Harry looked down at me and gave me a small smile, his head dipping down to place a kiss on my nose.

"I love you, Amelia. I'll keep you safe." He whispered. I held his face between my hands, pulling it closer to mine.

Harry trailed kisses from my lips down my jawline and to my neck, sucking on the skin. I could practically feel the blood being drawn to the surface of the delicate skin on my neck, but at that point I didn't really care. Harry's soft lips soothed the slight sting on my neck and soon trailed back up to my lips.

Large hands wandered up my thighs and waist, lingering over the hem of my sweater. As he pulled up as slow as he could, I broke our kiss and looked into his eyes, they were soft and comforting. My own blue eyes flickered down to my sleeves and back again. I was slightly worried about my scars, even though Harry had seen them before. I looked back at Harry, but his expression was different. He furrowed his brow and sat up, supporting his weight on his knees on either side of my hips. He pulled my sweater over my head and tossed it to the floor. His thumb rubbed over the scars on my wrist, leaning back down over me.

"Don't be ashamed of them. They're apart of you and you're beautiful." He whispered and I smiled. He placed a hand over the scar on my side and ran his long fingers over it. "Even this one."

It seemed so long ago since the accident that left me with this scar. I tried not to think of it as Harry pulled my jeans down my legs, followed by his own. His hands trailed up and down my almost naked body and I shivered.

"Harry, please." I whimpered as he teased me. He laughed deeply and leaned over me again.

Eventually, we were both ridden of our underwear and I couldn't help but blush seeing Harry totally naked and having him see me as well. His lips were gentle, yet lustful as he kissed me. I felt his lips leave mine, followed by his body. I kept my eyes closed, knowing what he was doing. I felt him over top of me again and my stomach dropped, my nerves getting the best of me.

"Open your eyes, love." He spoke softly. I complied and watch him open the foil wrapper of the condom and put it on.

We were really about to do this. This was happening. My insides began to churn as reality set in.

"Harry, I'm nervous."

"Me too." He said, positioning himself over me, my hands finding their way to his muscular back. "If it hurts, I'll stop."

"No, I want you." I told him and he kissed my forehead.

My eyes squeezed shut as he eased himself into me. The feeling was a foreign and uncomfortable sting. I wasn't going to lie. It hurt.

He pushed himself all the way into me and out again slowly, repeating the action to allow me to adjust.

"I'm sorry." Harry apologized, leaving a kiss on my temple. "Look at me, please." He almost begged. I opened my eyes and tried to ignore the sting between my legs. Tears of pain threatened to spill, but I thankfully blinked them away before Harry could notice. Harry's breath quickened and I could tell it felt good for him. The last thing I wanted was to ruin this for him.

I bit down hard on my lip and Harry stopped his actions.

"Keep going." I ordered him, but he didn't.

"Does it hurt still?" He asked and I truthfully nodded slowly. He sighed and cursed under his breath.

"Please keep going. I need you." I begged, pulling his head down to connect our lips in a passionate kiss.

As Harry continued, the pain sort of began to subside, but was still there. It did feel good in a sense and I knew it would feel better the more we did it. I felt closer to Harry, closer than I have to anyone. I never thought I would allow myself to open up to someone as I have to Harry in the seven months we have been together. I loved him more than anything or anyone.

Harry rolled his hips into mine a little faster and I stared to feel a painful pleasure. The muscles in my lower body began to tighten and by Harry's quick breathing, I knew he was close.

"Amy, I…I'm…"

"Shh…" I shushed him, kissing his lips roughly. His kisses began to get sloppy and his pace quickened again, the muscles in his back contracting with every move.

"Amy…" He moaned as he finished, thrusting a few more times to finish as well. The pain probably took away from the physical pleasure, but I had never felt better in my life.

Harry pulled out of me and fell beside me, gathering my weak body into his arms.

"How was it?" I asked into his neck.

"The best I've ever had." He kissed the top of my head. "I love you so much"

"I love you." I repeated, kissing the skin below his ear.

"Did it hurt a lot?" He asked, needing reassurance.

"It doesn't matter; I've never felt this good in my life." I answered truthfully. He didn't reply, but he kissed my lips and brushed the hair from my face, looking into my eyes. Placing a kiss on my cheek, he got up from the bed.

"One second." He told me before walking into the bathroom. He came back moments later and got under the covers with me, pulling me into his arms once again.

"Sleep, tomorrow will be exciting and you need your rest." I nodded lazily and cuddled into Harry's chest.

"I love you." I slurred before sleep took over.

*

The morning sun crept into the large window of Harry’s room, shining on my face. I opened my eyes and rolled over, instantly regretting it. The pain in my lower body made me groan, and stop my movements. I fell back down to my original position, and drew in a sharp breath as I moved my legs.

“Morning.” Harry mumbled as I felt him roll to my side, and place an arm around me.

I flinched as he pulled me towards him, and he stopped as soon as a whimper escaped my lips.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed.

“I’ll never walk the same ever again.” I whined.

Harry laughed as he kissed my cheek.

“I need to shower.”

“Then go.” Harry replied, propping himself up on one elbow and looking at me.

I turned and wrapped the sheet around me, and waddled to the bathroom, leaving Harry laughing on the bed.

I closed the door behind me. I turned on the light and walked towards the mirror, looking at myself. My eyes widened at my reflection, love bites littered my neck. I brought my hand up to graze over the skin on my neck, flinching as I touched one.

“Harry!” I shouted.

He swung open the door. He was now wearing sweat pants, and he stared at me.

I pointed to my neck and pouted at him. He smiled and walked towards me, stopping right in front of me, and tilting my head to the side to get a better look.

“I told you not to.” I groaned. “How am I going to cover these now? I have the party in like 2 hours.”

“Just put that stuff on it to cover it, and keep your hair down.” He answered kissing my nose.

“Get out, Styles.”

Harry smiled and kissed my lips before he left and closed the door behind him. I dropped the bed sheet that was wrapped around me, and turned on the shower, and stepped in. I washed my hair and played back the events of last night, blushing at the thought of what we had done together. I didn’t expect to be as sore as I am, and I wished I wasn’t this sore, but there was nothing I could do about it now.

I gently washed my lower half as the conditioner sat in my hair, and then continued with the rest of my body. I was out of the shower in 15 minutes, and I rubbed body lotion on my skin to keep it from drying out. I put on the onsie I found in Harry’s drawer and walked out of the bathroom. Harry was sat on the bed on his laptop, but looked up once he saw me. He opened his arms for me, and I went to him, sitting on his lap as he brought the laptop back up to finish what he was doing.

“We should make you a twitter.” He suggested.

“Should I get one?”

Harry shrugged. “Well it’s fun I guess, I’d get one if I was you.”

“Make me one.”

Harry agreed and we made my twitter together, Harry demanded that he choose my icon and I agreed to let him do so. He had made it the photo of us when we were in Canada and he had fallen asleep on me. I had no idea that he posted it on twitter, but I wasn’t complaining that he wanted to make it my icon. I smiled as he wrote the description which made no sense, and created the first tweet.

He signed out and went onto his twitter, and was my first follower.

“I’m going to tell people to follow you.”

I nodded my head and watched as he made the tweet, which was linked to my twitter. Harry and I sat and watched my follower count grow, and within the hour I had 7,000 followers. I downloaded the app on my phone and very quickly became attached to twitter. I was on it until Harry ripped my phone out of my hands.

“Your party is in an hour. I’m going to pick up food, and you should probably go get dressed.”

“You better hurry because you need to get ready too, you still need a shower.”

“I showered last night.”

“That doesn’t matter just hurry up.” I said as I got off the bed as fast as I could, and went towards my bag and got everything out.

Harry came behind me and turned me to face him. He looked down at me the same as he did the night before, and I smirked up at him. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my lips,

“I’ll be back soon.”

I nodded my head, and Harry was out the door. I closed the door and got myself dressed. I slipped on my Blue flower Flared dress, which had small pink flowers lining the skirt, and slipped on my pale pink heels to match. I looked at myself in Harry’s full length mirror, turning to get a view of each angle. Once I was satisfied with myself, I walked into the bathroom, and began the task of covering the markings on my neck. I packed concealer on my neck, along with my foundation and power in attempt to completely cover it. My only true fear was that my mother would see them, and question me. But aside from my mother I was scared of the paparazzi, and the guests I had invited. I had put as much make up as I possibly could on my next, and the marks were now barely visible. I applied make up to my face, making my eyes the most dramatic part, lining them with a thick black winged liner, and applying a generous about of eye shadow. I kept my lips a nude pink, and contoured my face.

In a half hour I was completely ready to go and I walked down the stairs and went into Harry’s living room. I sat on his couch and brought my knees up to rest on the arm of the couch.

“Are you going to eat or what?”

I gasped and turned my head towards the voice, believing I was completely alone.

Harry stood in a dress shirt and nice jeans, holding my food in a bag.

I got up off the couch and walked to him, my heels clicked on the hardwood beneath me. I got the bag and kissed his cheek.

“I can eat this in the car; I can’t be late for my own event.” I said as I peeked into the bag to see what he had gotten me.

Harry nodded and we were quick to get out of his house. We held hands as he led me to his car, and opened the door for me. I got in and he closed the door, jogging around the front to get into the driver’s seat of his range rover. I opened the McDonald’s bag and took out the food Harry had gotten me.

“You’re an angel.” I praised before taking a bite of the food.

Harry laughed and started the car. The radio was softly playing in the background as Harry and I talked about everything that was going on tonight. I finished off my food a few minutes before getting to the party, and popped a piece of gum into my mouth, also getting Harry a piece and putting it in his mouth for him as he drove. I checked my phone, and numerous people had told me that they were already there. I had gotten a whole club rented out, and was expecting a lot of people to attend. We pulled up to the club, and the parking lot was nearly full.

Some paparazzi’s gathered around the front and I suddenly became nervous. It was just something about the nature of paparazzi that made me nervous, possibly anxious at some points. Harry was fully aware of this, and took extreme caution when he was with me out in public, being sure that we were always very close to each other. We got out of the car, and I straightened out my dress, then meeting Harry behind his car. I pulled him down by the collar of his dress shirt,

“If anyone asks, I fell down your stairs yesterday.”

He laughed and then nodded his head. Dipping down to kiss my cheek and then link our hands together. We walked the short distance to the club entrance, and soon the camera flashes went crazy. I smiled and waved at them until we got to the door, and walked in.

Familiar faces were gathered around in different groups, socializing with each other.

“AMY!” Someone shouted.

My head snapped towards the sound but no one came to me. Instead everyone turned to the door where Harry and I stood, and began clapping and cheering. I smiled up at Harry as he looked at everyone, there must have been nearly 60 people there so far. My mother came up to me before anyone else, and rubbed my arms.

“You look stunning.” She complimented as she took my into her arms, gently rubbing my back as she spoke to me. “I’m so proud of you. Your album is truly amazing, Amelia.”

“Thank you.” I smiled as I pulled away from her hug. I kissed her on the cheek before she redirected her attention to Harry.

My album began to play on the speakers, and Harry looked down at me when the first song came on.

“This is you?”

“No, it’s you.”

“I sound wonderful then.” He winked.

I shook my head and laughed at his response. We walked hand in hand to each group, socializing with them. Some of my high school friends were here, along with my old co-workers. Alyssa and Louis came in, and we also went to greet them. Numerous other people came to talk with me, some of which I hadn’t seen since I left Canada, but it was still nice to know they would fly out to attend.

Soon the whole club was completely packed. Harry had gone to talk to the boys, and I sat talking to my old friend, Ashley, as we caught up on recent news.

“You invited Erik?” She said as she changed the topic.

“Of course not.” I shot her a confused look.

“Then why is he here…”

I turned to where her gaze was, and she was right, Erik was coming towards me.

I frantically looked around the room for Harry, who was somewhere with the boys, but I couldn’t find him. My heart began to race as I became more nervous and angry by the second. I stood from my seat and went to Ashley.

“Find Harry as fast as you can, and bring him here.”

She nodded and hopped off her seat and disappeared into the crowed.

“Amelia, baby.” Erik said as he came dangerously close to me.

My hands found his chest, and roughly pushed him off of me.

“Why the fuck are you here?” I spat.

“Aren’t you happy to see me? I flew out just for you.”

I looked around the room again, Harry was still nowhere to be found, but Niall was close.

“Niall!” I shouted over the music.

He turned and came to me. I motioned for him to come down to my height, and I whispered in his ear.

“Do you know where Harry is?”

“Yeah.” He replied.

“Go get him and bring him right back here, tell him it’s important.”

He nodded and walked away, and Erik was soon extremely close to me.

“I want you to come back to Canada with me.” He said as he cornered me, now becoming uncomfortably close.

“You’re a creep.” I said as I stared him in the eyes.

I hated him, even looking at him made my blood boil.

“Aw baby, don’t be so harsh on me. You now that I’m better than that kid you got now.”

“You? Better than him?” I scoffed. “You’re still funny, Erik.”

“I miss you baby.” He said as he placed his hand on my cheek. “I want to be with you.”

This was getting out of hand, and now all nervousness was vanished from me. I was mad.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” I slapped his hand away.

“Fiesty tonight eh? I like the idea of that.”

He took hold of my arm and pulled me towards the back door. I struggled to pull away, and my voice was the only option I had, but with my luck the music was far too loud for anyone to hear. I punched at his arm as his pull became unbearably strong.

“When Harry finds out I swea-“

Erik turned and went to open his mouth to shoot a remark at me, before he was pulled away from me. Harry and the other 4 boys, including Alyssa lined behind him.

Harry slammed Erik against the wall roughly. “Why the fuck are you touching her?”

“Someone has to.” Erik shrugged.

My eyes widened at his remark, knowing that this wouldn’t end well with Harry.

“That someone isn’t you, prick.”

“She’d choose me over you.” He scoffed. “Imagine how tight she-“

Harry didn’t allow Erik to finish the corrupt sentence he had started; his fist raised and knocked Erik in the jaw.

“Harry!” I shouted as I went towards him.

He threw another punch to Erik’s nose, and the boys all went to pull him away before he could do anything else.

“Get the fuck out before I kill you!”

I gasped as the words left Harry’s lips. I had never seen him so mad before. The veins in his neck bulged out, his breathing was strong. He wasn’t who I had seen before; this was a Harry I didn’t know.

My hands cupped my mouth as I watched a fuming Harry be held back by 4 boys, and Erik walk out the door holding his nose. I looked at Alyssa, who didn’t seem fazed by all of this. I looked back at Harry as he talked with the other boys, as they tried to calm him.

“AMY PLEASE COME TO THE MAIN FLOOR.” Someone announced.

I looked back at Harry, and walked to the main floor where I was called. Everyone was seated across from a large stand, with a cake sitting on top. I maneuvered through the crowed, and went up the stairs to where my mother stood with some of my friends. I smiled at them and hugged each of them before getting back to where the cake was.

I looked down at the cake, my album cover was right on the front, sparklers in each corner.

“Harry got it for you.” My mother said.

I looked back up at her and she smiled at me.

A man walked over and lit the sparklers, and everyone began to cheer. Ashley then came and handed me a bottle of champagne, telling me that is was only necessary for me to pop it.

“Seriously?” I said to my mom.

She nodded and laughed at my reaction, and began counting down. The crowed joined in, and I was now positioning my hands to successfully pop it.

“THREE, TWO, ONE!”

The top flew off and cheers filled the club. Workers came and took the bottle from me, filling glasses for the guests, and cutting my cake.

“Do a speech Amelia.” My mom said.

I looked around for Harry, for the hundredth time tonight. He was still nowhere in sight.

I took the microphone from my mother, and the room grew silent.

“Hi.” I smiled. “I’d just like to thank you all for coming to this party, and supporting me through these past months. I’d like to thank my management, and my label for being truly incredible. I want to thank Harry Styles for getting this all started, but I don’t know where he’s gone to. Just thank you for all the support, and enjoy the rest of your night!”

Everyone cheered at the end, and I got off the stage in search for Harry once again,

Hoping he wasn’t still as mad as he was moments before.