OH MY FREAKING BEEJESUS. So, I've been sick the entire weekend and part of this week (and I'm still sick), but then I get online and see NIALL HORAN AND SELENA GOMEZ HUNG OUT OVER THE WEEKEND. Holy crap, like is my fan-fiction coming to life? WHAT IS NIALL IS JUST A COVER-UP BECAUSE SELENA IS DATING HARRY? HOLY JESUS I'M GOING TOO FAR WITH THIS xD But guys.... that kind of made my day c; Sorry for the rant... Enjoy<3

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Chapter 28 – Valerie’s P.O.V.

            Harry’s arm was draped over my waist as I laid in the bed next to him. Almost like a habit of mine now, I texted Mom telling her that I was staying with Stevie. No doubt she’ll start getting suspicious, and she’s probably even seen me on magazine covers and such. As much as that though horrifies and excites me, I was still keeping my mind on Harry and how fragile he truly is. Who knew Harry Styles was capable of emotional breakdowns? I’ve had my share in life—clearly—but I never knew Harry could cry so much over his sister like that. It warmed and broke my heart.

            “Valerie,” Harry murmured as his fingers gentle grazed my hip, “what’s your favorite flower?”

            I furrowed my eyebrows at the randomness of the question, but merely shrugged and said, “A rose.”

            Harry smiled as he closed his eyes, his face smooching against the pillow. He looked so boyish right now, it was enough to make me smile. His hair was scattered across his forehead, disheveling in a large mess behind his head but he managed to pull it off rather sexily, might I say. His bare right arm was the only thing out of the covers as it wrapped around my waist to keep me securely close to him. After I had managed to calm him down, I suggested that he needed to get some rest. Of course, he wouldn’t let me leave him just then. I was fine with that, honestly. It’s not every day you get Harry Styles asking you to stay. 

            “It’s not polite to stare,” Harry murmured in a groggy voice, showing me just how tired he really was. I didn’t mind that he was talking, actually. In all honesty, his deep British voice sounded rather beautiful when he was sleepy.

            My cheeks flushed as I rolled my eyes, trying to play it off. “Then I guess I’m just a rude person.”

            Harry chuckled as he scooted closer to me, his head now on my shoulder. Almost naturally, one of my hands found its way to his soft mess of curls as I gently knitted my fingers through it. God how I’ve dreamt of moments like these. Whether this is real or not, I’m enjoying it.

            “Harry, can I ask you a question?”

            “Hmm?”

            “Why did you call me earlier about your sister?” I asked quietly, hoping it wouldn’t shake him up again.

            Harry let out a small sigh, but didn’t bother moving away from me. “I knew you would listen,” he said simply. “You tend to listen to me when I talk and no one else really does that. I mean, of course the lads do, but sometimes I just want someone else to be there for me, ya know?”

            I smiled proudly to myself at the thought. “So… you trust me?”

            “Without a doubt,” Harry chuckled without hesitation. “You trust me, Valerie, so it’s only fair if I give you my trust back. I did leave you with my phone once, remember?”

            I smirked at the thought, my mind traveling back to last week when I met Harry. “Whale, duh,” I said. “Do you know how many celebrities I could’ve started stalking? Gosh, and to think I was stupid enough not to snoop through your things.” Of course I was joking, and I smiled wider when Harry laughed with me.

            “Hmm,” he hummed as his fingers still grazed my skin, “whose number would you like, Val?”

            My eyes widened as I looked down at him. Harry looked up at me from my shoulder, a smile playing on his heart-shaped lips as I gawked at him. “Are-Are you serious?”

            Harry smirked, shrugging slightly. “I don’t see any harm in it. What’s one number going to do?”

            Suddenly, I felt like crying. There were so many people on my list, but one girl stuck out in particular; one that has helped me just as much as the boys. “Do you… Do you have Demi’s?”

            Harry’s smile turned into a genuine one as he twinkled his eyes at me. “Demi Lovato? Well, sure. Niall used to fancy her, remember?”

            I grinned widely, but then frowned as Harry sat up from the bed. “W-Wait, now?” I asked, my eyes going wide as he grabbed his phone.

            Harry shrugged. “Why not?”

            Suddenly my face went pale as I jumped across the bed and snatched his phone from him. “No,” I said sternly.

            Harry rose an eyebrow. “Why not, Valerie? If you want to talk to her, I can make it happen.”

            “Harry, I…” I trailed off, my emotions getting the best of me of maybe, possibly speaking with Demi Lovato. I was now looking at the curly haired boy with watery eyes.

            “Valerie, are you all right?” Harry asked in concern as he noticed my glossed over eyes.

            My bottom lip quivered as a small smile graced my lips, his phone still clutched in my hand. “Would you… Would you really do that for me?”

            A smile stretched on Harry’s lips as he kissed my cheek. “Of course I would. Think of it as repayment for helping me out earlier with my little teenage meltdown.”

            I let out a shaky chuckle as he gently unwrapped my fingers from his phone. It was only about eight pm, so I really hope we weren’t bothering her. Nonetheless, I watched with my damn watery eyes as Harry scrolled through his contact. My heart sank when he pressed FaceTime. I could hear my heart beating in my ears, my nerves picking up pace.

            This is happening.

            Demi Lovato—along with One Direction—are the reasons I have yet to kill myself. Yes, I put it out that bluntly. I’ve had my struggles, and sometimes the illness gets so bad I just want to end it all right there. I don’t know why music is enough to get me through, or even just their personalities and wise words of strength. But it works. Oh Jesus, it works. I know I’m not speaking for only myself when I say this; plenty of girls (and maybe even some guys) have been saved by either of these six human beings. They may be normal people, but they’ve changed my life in ways unimaginable.

            However, as soon as Harry’s voice broke me out of my thoughts, that when the tears started freely rolling down my cheeks. “Hello, Demi!” My heart was pounding as I took in the sights of the girl with the hot pink hair; the girl that seems to be able to pull of any color hair she’d like. Damn, I wish I was that talented.

            “Hey, Harry! Did you need something?” Demi’s voice spoke through the speaker and I had to cover my trembling lips with my hand to sob quietly.

            Harry glanced over at me and smiled. “Actually, yes. You see, I just so happen to know one of your biggest fans.”

            “Aw, really? That’s sweet,” Demi beamed on the other end.

            “Would you mind talking to her, Dems? Or is this a bad time?”

            “Not at all! I love my fans.”

            Harry turned to me with a grin as he handed me the phone. My hands were shaking as the girl on the other end beamed back at me. Harry draped an arm around my shoulder as I squeezed my eyes shut, tears pressing their way through my eyelids. I couldn’t help it right now. The saddest thing is that I was worse than this at the One Direction concert. Damn… maybe I do need therapy.

            “Oh my God,” I breathed out as I finally opened my eyes.

            “Aw, don’t cry, girly! What’s your name, hun?” Demi flashed her perfect teeth at me and I realized she was in a dressing room.

            “V-Valerie,” I stammered as I chuckled dumbly to myself. “Oh my gosh, I don’t… I can’t even fathom… or process… what is happening to me.”

            Harry and Demi’s laughter entwined as I furiously wiped my eyes, sniffing loudly so I could really look at my idol.

            “You have no idea,” I continued, shaking my head, “how much you mean to me. You’re just… you’re an amazing person and… and you need to know that.”

            Demi grinned brightly as her own eyes looked slightly watery. I know Demi is emotional towards people like me (especially after watching her on X-Factor with the girl who used to get bullied—forget her name), but it still meant so much that Demi was actually touched by my tears and words. “That means so much to me, Valerie. I feel honored that I was able to touch your heart so deeply.”

            I nodded like an idiot, my heart still pounding as Harry smiled at me. “I just… I’ve been through a lot with my health and all, but I just… I want you to know that you saved my life. You really did.”

            Demi chuckled as she wiped a tear from her eyes. “Gosh, I never get tired of hearing that.”

            Harry stared at me with a grin. “Me either,” he answered, then pecked my cheek.

            “Whoa! What’s happening here?” Demi beamed as her face brightened. “Harry, does someone have a girlfriend?”

            Harry’s cheeks flushed a little as he bit his bottom lip, merely shrugging. “Maybe I do, but you can’t tell Demi. It’s a secret relationship because of all the Kendall shit…”

            Demi nodded. “I understand. Damn, you guys’ management is tough on y’all.”

            Harry pursed his lips and nodded, but then I did something incredibly stupid and blurted out, “Please marry Niall Horan. That would legit, make my life.”

            Demi stared at me for a moment before bursting into a fit of laughter. “Marry Niall? Oh gosh, I haven’t seen that Irish one in quite some time,” Demi said, blushing a little as she glanced to the floor.

            “I think Demi has a secret crush as well,” Harry piped in, rising an eyebrow at the pink-haired girl.

            Demi merely shrugged. “He’s a good guy, ya know?”

            “Yes!” I grinned, a little too excitedly as I brought my fist down in happiness.

            Demi and Harry simply laughed at me. Demi then said she had to go, due to her show growing near its starting point. I forgot she was kicking off her Neon Lights tour this weekend. Damn, I can’t afford tickets to that. Maybe my parents have another surprise for me, but I highly doubt it. My father has yet to come home, which worries me like crazy.

            After hanging up with Demi, a sudden spark of confidence bubbled in me as I cupped Harry’s face with my hands, bringing his lips to mine. This boy has done so much for me, but he’ll never understand any of it. I could drag on the endless list of things, but he still wouldn’t full comprehend it. He means too much to me; this Harry and the famous one. I could do with either of them, but I much like this one. The one away from the cameras. The bubbly and happy one with corny jokes and dimpled smiles. I loved Harry inside and out; simple as that.

            We pulled away after a while, panting slightly as it deepened more than I thought. Harry stared at me, completely bewildered at the fact that I had actually made a move. I’m usually too nervous around Harry, simply because he is Harry Styles, but he just made my entire night; my entire life. “What was that for?” Harry asked breathlessly, a small smile tracing his cherry lips.

            I bit my lip, smiling back at him. “For being amazing.”