Wistful Paradise / H.S. [COMPLETE]

Twenty Six - 2013

Florence

"Siena!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, throwing a shirt behind my head. "Siena! Where are you?" I screamed again after not getting an answer from her right away. With a heavy sigh, I stood up and staggered toward her room, throwing it open.

The door fell against the wall, my sister jumping up in surprise. Her ears were covered with a headphone. "Oh, hey," She smiled, grabbing her headphone and throwing it on her bed.

"Where is my jean jacket?"

"Have you heard Harry's new song? It's really good." She spoke, completely ignoring my previous question but I wasn't having any of it. I locked my arms together while cocking my head to the side. My sister had a bold grin on her face. "What's up with you?"

I groaned, leaning my body against her door frame. My sister was really hitting puberty and it was annoying. She kept stealing my clothes, blaming things on me and she expects me to drive her anywhere she wants. I hated this side of her.

"Where is my fucking jean jacket?" I repeated, walking towards her large closet that was overflowing with clothes. And most of them weren't even hers to begin with. I quickly searched through her jackets but soon came to the conclusion that it wasn't there.

I looked back over my shoulder, glaring at my sister. "Why are you worried about that one jacket? You have tons of them."

"But I need that one," I whined in distress, throwing my hands next to me, making this even more dramatic.

My sister sat down next to me on the ground, her hand landing on top of mine. "Why?"

"Harry claims it's his good luck charm and I know he'll be so stressed. I just need everything to go according to plan. Harry needs all the luck he can for tonight," I explained so easily. It wasn't a lie, but it also wasn't the complete truth. I also did it because ever since he came to visit me in Brasil, I couldn't stop thinking about him.

He's my best friend but I couldn't help to feel butterflies swarming my body when he looked at me with his emerald green eyes. We slept in the same bed in Brasil and we've done it a few times before, but I've never felt the way I did that night.

My hands were wrapped around his body and my hands were tracing his curls when I realised that he was the person I had been looking for. He was sweet, caring and he had warmed up so much in the past year.

I had gotten to know him so well over the last year that it seemed so surreal to me that I felt more for him. In the beginning, I thought he was like a brother to me but now these feelings had shifted into more. And I really did not know how to deal with these emotions.

I know how fragile Harry was and I knew that if I would've told him that I could lose our friendship.

That's why I made the decision in Brasil to not speak of these emotions until Harry would give me signs. Or tell me.

"Didn't you leave your jacket at Harry's place? When he picked you up from the airport?" My sister suddenly asked, right when it dawned upon me that my jacket was indeed laying in Harry's home.

"Shit, yeah," I breathed, slapping my hand against my forehead. My head was all over the place and there was only one person to blame for that. Harry freaking Styles. "Sorry."

"No worries, sis," She smiled, her arms wrapping around mine. My puberty hitting sister wasn't so bad after all I guess.

I checked the time on my watch and knew Harry could be here any minute. He had promised to pick me up for his soundcheck, claiming he couldn't do it on his own. "Harry made sure to get you tickets for tonight and he told me if you needed more tickets, you should text him."