DARK : Chapter 18 : Harry Styles Fanfiction
I had been awake for about half an hour, my body unable to move as Harry’s strong arm held me to him. My back was still firmly pressed to his front. Every time I would wiggle slightly, his grip subconsciously tightened, long fingers loosely fisting the t shirt I wore. A small giggle escaped my mouth as I attempted to escape a final time. Harry let out a throaty grunt. It surprised me when he gripped my hip, rolling me over to face him. His eyes were still closed but I knew he was awake. Dark curls lay messily on the pillow.
“Bo.” He raspy morning voice grumbled.
Harry blinked his eyes a few times before they focused on my face. I had spent my sleepless state thinking over the situation with Harry’s family. My heart ached at the thought of what Harry and his mum and sister had gone through. No body deserved that type of treatment. I couldn’t help but think Harry partly blamed himself for the awful events. He felt powerless, unable to stop his dad.