PLAYLIST:

Nick Jonas - Chainsaw

I didn't sleep well that first night, I kept waking up abruptly, gasping for air in the hope that it was all just a dream. Harry stayed next to me through the night, sitting up just as quickly each time and pulling me to his chest in comfort. Whispering into my hair that it's going to be ok, and that he was there with me, running his fingers through my hair and holding me as my sobs broke out of my heaving chest.

I've been in this sofa bed for three days now. Harry had to make a quick trip back to London yesterday to get some clothes and other things and was returning this morning. My shrivelled heart almost blossomed back to life when he told me he literally ran out of the house with only the clothes on his back when Bec has answered my phone and told him what had happened.

I'm not sure when the pain will stop, I have so many questions in my head that I need to ask Dan but the thought of seeing him makes me feel physically sick.

How did it start? Was it something I did? Is it the first time? Does he love her?

I have been trying to drown out my thoughts by listening to music but everything makes the tears well from my eyes and memories I forgot I had come flooding back. Every song makes me feel like this except one pop tune that for some reason I can tolerate. I've been playing Nick Jonas - Chainsaw on repeat for almost 24 hours now. The music blares from the sound system in the living room with the silence only returning when Bec said she absolutely will not tolerate sleeping with it on.

She still had my phone, relaying messages of concern from my coworkers, our parents who were currently on a cruise around Turkey and my best friend Emma who met a boy, feel in love and moved to New York City with him two years ago.

I heard the front door open at the same time Bec was barking orders to someone on the phone.

"Fine, 2 o'clock, I'll give you 30 minutes" She spat down the receiver

I heard her and Harry talking in a hushed tone in the hallway but the music was too loud for me to hear what was going on.

He enters the room as Bec trails behind him mumbling something about needing coffee and wishing Nick Jonas was never born.

"Bloody hell!" He raises his voice as the song slows to an end and immediately starts again.

"Alright, that's enough of this shit." He walks to the speakers and pulls the plug from the wall halting the music with a crack.

"THANK FUCK!" Bec screams from the kitchen as he walks over to where I'm lying on my side in the bed.

I can't help but smile at her outburst and the cheeky little grin on Harry's face showing off the adorable dimple creviced into his cheek.

He looks at me strangely as he crouches down next to me, probably because I look like I've been hit by a bus, and my whole body erupts in tingles when he runs a thumb over my cracked lips, his tongue poking out as he wets his own.

"How are you feeling today, darling" He says softly, his eyes full of concern as he brushes my wayward hair off my face and tucks it behind my ear.

I pull my shoulder up and answer his question with a shrug because I genuinely don't know how I feel anymore. I just want to lie in this bed forever and not have to deal with the reality of my life.

"OK," He says bluntly, standing up. "Time for some tough love. You are getting in the shower."

I protest by trying to grab hold of the duvet and push him away at the same time but he easily rips it from my weak grip and away from my body. He picks me up bridal style and the rational part of my brain can't fathom why I'm crying but the broken part knows it's because I can't face the real world or any aspect of it right now.

He brushes his lips on my forehead and whispers "It's ok love" as he carries me into the bathroom. He drops me to my feet and hooks his arm around my body as he leans through the glass partition and turns on the shower.

He pulls me to his chest as the room fills with steam, "Liv, darling, look at me," He says quietly and calmly wiping the fading tears from my cheeks. "Do you have a bra on?"

I look at him like he just asked me to fly to mars with him, why does he need to know that? I don't answer as I stare at him with confusion.  He notes my silence and runs his hand up by back under my shirt until he reaches the clasp of my bra answering his own question.  I gasp as he rips the sweatshirt I've had on for three days over my head and throws it onto the floor, quickly reattaching his arm around me.

His hands are on my skin, the room is fogging up and there is something in Harry's eyes I haven't seen there before. I try to step back but he is quicker as he pulls down my old pyjama shorts and I'm left standing in my underwear in complete shock.

Before I can even react he's tearing off his fresh white t-shirt and picking me up with his arms wrapped around my waist and walking towards the running water.

"Wait!" I scream, finally grasping what was happening.

He freezes and looks down at me, his long hair around his face, his bare chest exposed showing off the tattoos I had seen only through his sheer shirts or in the odd promo photo of him. I have the sudden and inexplicable urge to run my finger over the twin diving swallows inked across his chest under his collar bones.

"I'll do it myself" I say, snapping myself back to the present when I realise I have been staring for far too long.

He drops me to my feet, his body still pressed into mine and I can feel the warm skin on his stomach radiating on to mine.

"Will you really?" He questions my ability of doing even the most basic task in my current state.

I nod quickly, imagining him leaving the room and me sitting on the floor of the shower, the hot water pouring on to my skin and drowning out my pathetic tears.

"I mean it Liv, don't just get in there and sit on the floor." He surprises me by reading my thoughts.

I give him a faint chuckle in disbelief and promise I wont as he agrees, reluctantly grabbing his shirt from the floor and leaving me to shower.

A/N:
Hey guys! Hope you are loving the story so far!  This is my first time writing ANYTHING so would love any comments on bits you like or dislike.
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