Many people say that God has sent us in this world for a reason. That reason can be anything, brining people closer to their creator to leading them astray. God has made us to do his job in some way and I think I'm lucky enough to find out the reason behind my existence. Saving Harry.

As odd and stupid as it might seem to someone, I think that it is actually the real reason why I was born. All the shit I went through, from my lover's betrayal to my parent's death, it was already decided, written down by God.

If I hadn't left my parents and if Josh had not betrayed me, I wouldn't have been sitting here on Harry's kitchen counter, watching him rummaging through the cabinets with a frown on his face.

"We've run out of food, literally." Harry says with a groan, going through the last cabinet before forcefully clamping it shut and looking over at me with his hands resting on his hips, a frown still evident on his face.

"What do you suggest?" He questions as he nears me, placing his palms flat on the kitchen counter, either sides of me and waiting patiently for my response.

"We should just order something." I tell him with a small shrug, not really putting much thought into it.

Harry smiles at my response, "Yeah, yeah." He nods his head a little before pecking my lips and taking out the phone from the back pocket of his jeans.

His fingers swipe across the screen of his smart phone and then he presses it to his ear, a small frown appearing on his face as he waits for someone to pick up the call. His fingers tapping against the marble counter in a rather impatient manner.

"Uh.. Hey." Harry mumbles into the phone, his fingers stopping their movement as he listens to the person on the other side.

"That's me, yeah. Okay...I'd like an extra large cheese pizza and a regular barbeque chicken, extra topping. " He says, nodding his head and looking at me momentarily, "also a foot long lasagne, chicken wings and two chocolate cheese cakes."

I gape at him in surprise, wondering why the hell is he ordering that much food just for the two of us. Harry notices the change in my expression causing him to raise his eyebrows questionably while he listens to what the delivery guy is saying.

"No thanks. That will be all." Harry speaks into the phone, his eyes darting from me to the wall clock, "Twenty-five minutes? Okay." With that he removes the phone from his ear and lets out a huff, turning the phone off and placing it on to the counter.

"Why did you order that much?" I ask him quietly, it's been two days since Harry decided to stop taking the pills and in these two days, I've learned to act normal around him. He's been acting totally normal, in fact he's treating me in the sweetest way possible.

He hasn't raised his hand on me, hell, he hasn't even shouted at me, not even once and his recent behaviour has given a boost to my confidence. I've been responding to his questions without stuttering or thinking too much about the consequences but in the very corner of my mind, the fear is still present. Fear of him hitting me for not giving him the right answer or for objecting on something he wants.

"Baby, are you okay because from what I've learned, you never complain when it comes to junk food. " Harry says in fake worried tone, his fingers touch my forehead as if he's checking my temperature, his lips curved up in an amused smile.

I give him a fake smile, feeling a bit uncomfortable at the mention of Stella's habit. I find it extremely weird, the fact that to Harry I'm his beloved girlfriend, Stella, whose unfortunately no longer alive. He doesn't know who I am, he never will.

"I.. I was just asking. Not very hungry, ya know?" I say, not looking up at him but just shrugging my shoulder, trying to play it cool.

A small shriek escapes my lips when I feel Harry's hands tickling my sides. He let's out a breathy laugh at my reaction, pressing his forehead against mine while staring into my eyes.

"Do you know how much I love to hear your surprised shriek every time I tickle you?" When I don't respond to his question, he tickles me again causing another shriek to escape my lips and Harry laughs loudly in amusement, earning a playful slap on his head.

"Okay, sorry." He says quietly, taking my hand in his and pressing a kiss to my knuckle before tugging on it saying, "C'mon."

I jump off the counter and follow behind Harry as he leads the way to the living room.

My foot has fully healed in the past two days, It no longer hurts when I apply pressure on it to walk. Harry had made sure to massage the foot twice a day and I believe that it was the real reason behind it healing so quickly.

"Here." Harry throws the remote control of the television my way and I catch it in time, smiling like I've just won a gold medal in Olympics.

I plop down onto the couch and takes his place next to me, wrapping his arm around my waist to pull me closer to his body and resting his head on my shoulder. His warm breath hitting my skin makes me feel slightly uncomfortable but I decide to not pay much mind to it.

From the very first day, I've learned that Harry likes to touch me, his hands are always on me, either resting on one spot or roaming around, like he's making sure that I really am present there.

A small 'yes' escapes my lips when I finally find a good movie to watch after flipping through many channels. Harry lets out a displeased groan when he sees the name of the movie.

"Avatar, seriously?" He mutters, removing his head from my shoulder and looking at me with his nose wrinkled up in utter disgust. "I'm not watching it, no." Harry tells me quietly, snatching the remote control from my hand.

Even though I want to protest, I do nothing other than letting out a huff at his action, not finding enough confidence to put up an argument with him. Sure he's been acting very nicely around me but that hasn't changed everything, I'm still afraid of him and what he can do to me.

Harry, after searching a bit decides to watch National Geographic which is currently showing a show called Taboo. I watch it for a couple of minutes before deciding that it's way too creepy and boring.

"Where are you going?" Harry questions as soon as I stand up from the couch.

"I need to use bathroom." I lie without any hesitation and Harry nods in response, not taking his eyes off of the large plasma television.

Without waiting for another moment, I walk back to the room I share with Harry. If he can't let me watch the movie in the living room then I can watch it in the bed room, it's not like I'm the one who needs to constantly touch someone.

I've barely managed to watch the movie for ten minutes when the door bell rings through the entire house followed by Harry calling out for me.

"Stella, can you come out of the room please? You can watch that God damn movie in the living room with me." Harry shouts from the living room and I can't help but smile a little at his words.

Switching off the television, I crawl out of the bed and make my way back to the living room.

The television there is on, Avatar playing on it, the boxes of pizza and other stuff he had ordered are carelessly placed on the table but Harry's no longer sitting on the couch.

"Harry?" I call out, pacing towards the kitchen and find him going through the fridge. One of his hand is holding a large bottle of water and in other hand, he's got two tins of coke.

"Grab the plates and glasses." He tells me while shutting the refrigerator with his foot.

I nod at his command, rushing towards the cabinet where the plates are kept. Taking out two plates, I grab a glass from the other cabinet and am about to leave the kitchen when Harry's voice sound in my ear saying, "Don't forget to bring the spoons as well, baby."

I do as told, opening the drawer and grabbing two spoons before going back to the living room where Harry's sitting on the same spot where I had left him, his bare foot tapping against the wooden floor as he stares at the screen in front of him. By the look on his face, it's obvious how displeased he is by the movie.

I press my lips in a thin line, trying not to laugh at his face and approach the table quietly. I've barely managed to place all the stuff in my on the hands onto the table when Harry's arms wrap around my middle. A small squeak leaves my mouth when I'm forcefully pulled backwards, resulting in me falling onto Harry's lap.

He let's out a small laugh when a 'hmph' escapes my lips and pulls me more into himself, tightening his arms around me and nuzzling my neck.

"I missed all this so much." He murmurs, lips ghosting over my skin as he speaks.

"I did too." I say, my voice is barely above a whisper, afraid that if I'll speak any louder, he'll be able to detect the guilt in my tone. Guilt of lying like a fucking pro. Guilt of playing him like this.

The feeling of Harry lips sucking my skin brings me out of my miserable thought and I gasp lowly when he bites down on my already sensitive skin, probably working on leaving a prominent mark on my neck. Once Harry's done, he moves away to see his work and hums.

"Love to see the hickeys on your body, babe." He says, only loud enough for me to hear before blowing warm air on the same spot, causing my eyelids to flutter shut and my body to tingle.

I shuffle on his lap, turning around a bit to see his face find a small smile adorning his full lips and I'm unable to stop myself from smiling back at him. The only thing running through my mind is that why is the hell God is making a perfect human being like Harry to go through all this shit?

I open my mouth to say something but my stomach decides to speak up first, producing a small growling noise, causing my cheeks to heat up in embarrassment while Harry just laughs loudly.

"Stop it." I mumble quietly before joining Harry in the laughing contest.

"Thought someone wasn't too hungry, eh?" Harry teases me, once our laughter has died down.

I just shrug in response and get off of his lap, taking the seat next to him. With a small sigh, Harry opens up the box of the cheese pizza and places two slices on each plate. One of the plate is handed to me and I greedily pick up the slice, taking big bites and downing them quickly.

I've already eaten half of my first slice when Harry takes his first bite, looking at me with eye brows raised in amusement. I watch as he chew on the pizza in his mouth and as soon as he gulps it down, his expressions twist in discomfort.

My eyes become wide in surprise when he starts coughing violently. A palm pressed to his chest as he cough and cough, kneeling down on the floor.

"Harry." I say, my voice is laced with panic at the sudden change of events. With shaking hands, I pour the water in a glass and kneel down beside him on the floor, bringing the rim of the glass close to his mouth but Harry weakly pushes it away, still coughing.

"Please, drink some water. It'll help." I tell him, bringing the glass to his mouth again and this time Harry doesn't push it away, instead he lets me pour some water into his mouth.

I watch as he gulps down the liquid before starting to cough again, pressing the palm of his hand to his mouth. He lets out two more coughs before breathing in deeply and leaning his head against the couch.

His eyelids flutter shut out of exhaustion, breathing in and out, his chest rising and falling as he tries to regain his breath. Not sure of what to do, I crawl towards him and run my fingers through his hair to help him calm down.

Harry's hand slowly slips away from his mouth and a loud gasp escapes my lips at the horrific scene in front of me.

Blood.

Harry's trembling palm is covered with blood.