[ sorry in advance for this extemely short, poorly written chapter. i honestly wanted to update so badly, that this happened. the ending is completely irrelevant. sorry bye.xxxxx]

“Everything will be alright.” Harry said as he took my back into his arms, rubbing my back.

I was still crying, out of fear more than anything else. The thought of people judging me didn’t scare me as much as the thought of people knowing the secret that I had kept for so long; hidden so well. But I couldn’t lie, even if it was to myself. I knew very well just how scared I was of being judged, how scared I was of people seeing me for something that I’m not.

“What’s happening?” Zayn asked as he walked in on us.

“Nothing, I got this.” Harry said back.

I kept my head in Harry’s chest, and I heard Zayn walk away.

“Please calm down.” Harry mumbled against my head.

I took in a shaky breath and unlatched my arms from around Harry; bringing them up to wipe the tears off my face. Harry sighed and released his arms from around me.

“I don’t like seeing you sad.” He pouted as I looked up at him.

I didn’t like it either, Harry.

HARRY’S P.O.V

I’ve never seen Amy so vulnerable, I’ve seen her upset; but never to this extent. Seeing her like this made me want to track down whoever made this article and hurt them, badly.

“I don’t like seeing you sad.” I said as I pulled out of the hug, pouting down at Amy.

She looked up and my heart instantly ached. Her eyes were red and puffy; a mass amount of pain was trapped within them.

I couldn’t blame her.

I would be feeling the exact same way if I were in her position. Her biggest secret was exposed, and I could guarantee if I didn’t see her scars myself, she wouldn’t have told me so soon; or she probably wouldn’t have told me at all. That was the thing about Amy; she kept things to herself far too much. Bottling up her true emotions until they finally exploded, leaving her with too many emotions to handle.

I brought my hands to her cheeks, cupping her face and kissing her nose.

“Do you want to go out?”

She closed her eyes and shook her head. I sighed and dropped my hands from her cheeks, and she instantly looked down.

I told her to stay where she was, and I walked out to where everyone was seated, and Alyssa was also crying. I cleared my throat and everyone turned towards me.

“Do you think you could all do me a favor?”

They looked at each other and then back to me, and all nodded.

“Could you all just go out somewhere? She doesn’t want to go outside.”

“But what happened? Alyssa wouldn’t tell us.” Louis asked.

I stammered before coming to a full answer. “It’s just really personal.”

No one spoke after that, they all just got up and began to get ready, but I was still unsure why Alyssa was crying just moments before. I didn’t choose to ask her, I just turned and went back to Amy, who was not cuddled up to a blanket on our bunk. I pulled the curtain back and climbed in with her. She turned to face me still looking just as upset as she had when I left her. I rubbed her cheek with my thumb and sighed.

“I really do love you.” I reminded her, and a small smile curved on her lips.

“I love you.” She whispered.

“You’re perfect, Amelia.” I said, my hand still lightly placed on her cheek.

Her eyes darted down, now avoiding eye contact as she did every time I told her how much I cared for her.

“Every inch of you, every scar, every flaw; I love every single bit of you.”

She looked back up at me, tears now settling at her water line, threatening to spill.

“Don’t cry please.” I whispered.

“I can’t help it.” She whined, blinking excessively to try to contain the tears. “I’m just so upset.”

“I can assure you everything will be okay, I’ll be sure everything is sorted out.”

She sighed again and came closer to me. I pulled her small body into mine, kissing her head as she placed it in my chest. I could confidently say I was in love with Amy, completely and foolishly in love with her. In this state her feelings rubbed off onto me, but I was sure that I wouldn’t let her lay around all day. Once everyone was off the bus, I was going to make her happy; I needed to see that smile again, I needed to hear her contagious laugh.

*

Amy and I were now in the kitchen of the bus, everyone was gone. We had decided we were going to bake something, which got far messier than I expected. Amy’s hair was covered in flour, along with her shirt. An egg was cracked onto my hair, and slipped onto the floor in front of me, leaving my hair and shirt smelling like egg. But I couldn’t complain.

Amy was happy, and she had seemingly forgotten about what had happened an hour ago. This is what I had set out to do.

He smiled up at me as she mixed the batter for our muffins. Adding food colouring, we separated the batter into different containers. Amy dipped her fingers into the blue batter and brought it up to my face, making two stripes on each of my cheeks.

“You’d make a hot football play, Mr. Styles.” She winked and turned back to the batter.

I dipped my fingers into the green batter and turned her towards me. Leaving a stripe down her nose, and a few on her cheeks. She crinkled her nose once I finished and pouted up at me. I looked into her eyes and smiled, leaning down and placing a kiss on her lips.

Moments like these were the ones I longed for, were the ones I missed dearly when Amy and I were apart. 

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