Life Goes On (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 13

Kira's Pov

"Erm Ladies first" Harry says while holding open a door to what I think is a balcony. I hesitate at first but continue anyways because I desperately need to sit somewhere quiet. The balcony is actually pretty big and with an excellent view. It would be perfect to paint here.

"So yeah this is the balcony.." Harry says while rubbing the back of his neck. I notice a couple of tattoos on his wrist but I can't really tell what they are or what they mean. I try not to stare but it's extremely hard because of my obsession with art. I wonder how many he has and what they mean? He is so complex and has something that most people don't have. I don't know what it is exactly. All I know is that I would love to paint him... What is wrong with me?

"Look, if your gonna stare don't make it obvious" he says with a smirk. His accent is so heavy and the words come out of his mouth slowly. I never noticed the dimples in his cheeks until now. Shoot Im doing it again.

I see him smiling while he reaches for the doorknob, clearly amused by my behavior. He's not going to shut it is he?

"What are you doing?" I try to sound calm and collected but my voice betrays me. Harry immediately stops and let's go of the doorknob.

"I was going to leave you alone but if you insist on me staying then okay" he says and sits on the plastic chair right next to the railing. He is so cocky that it's actually quite amusing.

"Are you going to sit down or watch me all night?" He says and rolls his bright, green eyes. Even when he's being a jerk, I want to smile...wait what am I saying? I slowly walk towards the chair right next to him to take a seat. When I sit, he silently stares at me like he is trying to figure out what I'm thinking about. Why would he even care?

"Why are you so nervous?" He says and slowly points to my shaking arm. His emerald green eyes are piercing into mine.

"I-I'm fine um thanks for bringing me out here." I stutter and change the subject.

"Well you kind of looked like you were going to shit yourself down there so It was the least I could do." He chuckles and I frown. There it is. I was wondering when he would start saying rude things.

"If you don't like being around people why come?" He complains but I could tell there is a small part of him that really wants an answer. I don't know why but I could tell.

"I actually had no clue that I was coming here." I say truthfully.

"Would you have came if you knew it was my place." He says while looking at the ground as if he's ashamed of asking the question

"No I probably wouldn't" I say and he immediately frowns. Would he want me to come?

"Oh right I forgot, you have better things to do like paint right" he scoffs and I can't help the anger rage inside of me.

"Excuse you! Painting is my entire life! At least I do something with my time other than drink and throw parties" I shout and get out of my chair. I can't hear someone trash talk art. It gets me so angry because my whole life revolves around it.

As soon as I'm about to walk back inside, I feel Harry's hand grab ahold of my wrist. My body is pounding incredibly fast and I can feel the blood pumping inside me.

"Let go!" I scream and he immediately released my hand.

"Sorry...please don't go" he says sincerely and looks into my eyes to find a response.

"Why?" I say with a barely audible voice. Why could he possibly want me to stay?

"Just.. I don't know.. If you want to. You um don't have to though." He says and rubs the back of his neck. I could tell he does this when he's nervous or uncomfortable. I just don't understand. He looks like he really wants me to stay but why?I don't know why I'm being drawn towards him, I barely know him but I want to stay and hear what he has to say.

"Okay." I nod and walk over to the edge of the balcony to look at the view. He looks shocked that I actually agreed but doesn't say anything, he just follows instead.

"So, why do you like to paint" he says while leaning against the railing that looks like it might break at anytime. Why would he even care?

"Why do you want to know?" I ask the question thats been on my mind.

"Well considering you almost attacked me about a minute ago when I brought it up shows that you are somewhat interested in it." He says and I smile at the fact that he said I 'attacked him'. I just get defensive...

"Saying I like to paint would definitely be an understatement.I don't know how to really describe it but I guess it's a way to escape reality. When I paint, It's like I'm somewhere else. It's peaceful and relaxing. You know? I can express how I feel without saying anything" I say and find him studying my face. All he does is nod but I can tell that he's thinking of something. He slowly puts more weight into the railing and it creaks.

"Harry be careful! It might break!" I say before I can stop myself. It actually looks like it will snap at any time. He smiles to himself and leans over the railing to test me further.

"Does this scare you?"he gives me a devilish smirk and lifts himself onto the railing. Is he serious? He is gonna kill himself.

"Harry, get down you'll fall!" I shout and I could tell he is pleased getting a reaction from me.

"Alright, alright" he says while lifting his hands up in the air like he's surrendering. As soon as he is about to jump off, the railing breaks and he tumbles down onto the balcony. I know should feel concerned but I don't know why I feel like laughing.

"Fuck!" He shouts from the floor and I let out a laugh.

"Why are you laughing?" He says with a smile while lying on his back.

"Because.. It was funny..and I told you that you would fall." I say in between laughs. I don't know why I don't feel scared or worried around him.

"If you keep laughing, I will have to throw you off... I mean it" he says sarcastically while standing up. His shirt lifts up slightly from the bottom and a part his tattoo becomes visible though I still can't tell what it is. I look away so he doesn't catch me staring and as if on cue, my phone buzzes.

10:30pm
Sia: Hey sorry,we had to leave:( Leah wasn't feeling well and started throwing up so I took her home. Can you see if someone can give you a ride to your dorm??

Shoot...

10:32pm
Kira: Okayy...I hope she feels better

I try sounding okay so she doesn't have to worry about me. I know that she already has enough to deal with right now. I really hope Leah's okay.

"Is everything okay?" Harry says and wipes his jeans from the dirt on the floor.

"Um I guess.. Sia just texted me saying that Leah got sick so she took her home." I say and run my fingers through my hair quickly. How am I going to get home?

As if he read my thoughts, he says "I could take you home if you want." Harry's green eyes flicker over to mine and I look away.

"Um no I-it's okay thank you though." I say as kindly as possible and he clenches his fists to the side.

"Fuck, just- I'm going to take you. Come on." He stutters and walks toward the door. Why did he get angry? I don't have any other way of getting home so I guess I'll go with him..

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