What The Heart Wants (h.s.)

Chapter Four

Song | Sorry that I Love You - Clooney

"Sorry for what I do, for everything I'll never be and all I am."

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Ebony

♡

"I swear, I'm never going to get any better at this bloody shit," I grumbled, nearly slamming my head down on the wooden desk. A chuckle resonated through the air, and as I moved my head up, his green eyes were alight with humor. I simply shook my head before returning back to the textbook shrewn below me. The library was hushed, as usual, his gaze from across the table the only real thing I could focus on.

"I think you'll be brilliant if you only focused, yeah?" He spoke softly, and the tone in his voice nearly made me believe him. Though, I surely didn't show it. I merely rolled my eyes, turning towards the words describing the workings of Journalism on each page. "Come on, Ebbers. How else are you going to report about fashion around the world without knowing how to write?"

I scoffed, frowning. "I know how to write, thank you very much. I just don't like having a textbook telling me how to write. It's not something you can be taught, I think. It's more something you just do. I mean you can be shown how to write proper grammar, but writing well is all up to the person and their skills."

Ian smiled, brightly and widely. "And that's how I know you're going to be just fine. Uni will be a breeze for you, Ebony."

"How do you know?"

"I just do," he shrugged before leaning forward slightly. "How about we go grab a drink? Get your mind off of this and have fun. Besides, it's your first year of Uni. Live a little, Acker."

And so, I did. I lived with Ian right by my side. Picking the first bar in London he could think of, we set off to have a little fun - a little tipsy fun. Before long, we were sitting at a table in the bar, enjoying each other's company, but Ian's name soon resonated through the bar, stealing his attention from me. A rather familiar-looking blue-eyed lad came strolling towards our table, a single figure following slightly behind him. Once Ian took notice of the guy, he instantly sprung from his seat, hugging the lad as he said a name I couldn't quite make out.

"Ebony, I'd like you to meet Louis Tomlinson. I grew up with this lad back in Doncaster, and now he happens to be in a rather popular boyband," Ian turned around to face me, smiling widely.

"Hush you," Louis waved him off, walking to me. "Nice to meet you, love. I'm Louis."

He held out his hand, and I accepted, shaking it. "Ebony," I offered.

Louis nodded, and at that moment, I felt a pair of eyes on me, nearly burning into my skin. My own eyes flickered up to meet the ones boring into me, and my heart skipped a beat once I met them. A pair of emerald green eyes stared over at me, sparkling with some kind of emotion I couldn't quite place. His lips were pulled up in a smirk, accentuating the lovely pink color they obtained and the dimple created on his cheek. His hair sat as a curly mop on the top of his head, hair strands sitting on the surface of his upper forehead before sweeping over to the side. He was stunning, beautiful, in every sense of the word. I simply couldn't take my eyes off of him, no matter how hard I tried. He was captivating. And before I knew it, he was making his way over to me, replacing Louis with himself.

"Hello," he greeted, a low drawl speaking the words in a rather raspy manner. "How are you, love?"

"I-I'm fine," I stuttered embarrassingly so. He smirked.

"Good," he nodded before sticking his hand out. "I'm Harry. Harry Styles."

"And I'm Ebony. Ebony Acker," I responded, placing my hand in his.