Harry's POV
I didn't anticipate to kiss her that softly. Nor did I think of what it would feel like after I broke away, staring deep into her blue eyes, soft tendrils of her chocolate hair caressing her face.
My chest moves slowly up and down, my heart beating calmly as I take her in. Take in her sweet scent, her thick lashes, her plump lips. Oh to know what she's thinking, if only for a moment. How many questions would be answered? How many secrets would be revealed? How wild those thoughts must be to capture her fully.
I find myself suddenly jealous of those thoughts. Their ability to utterly consume her mind, preventing her from thinking of anything else. The way she listens to them with her whole heart. The way she reacts to them with her whole body. The stories they must tell. Memories long forgotten brought back by déjà vu. What causes her to remember something so bittersweet? What makes her smile that sad smile?
My eyes stay lost in hers, my chest feeling that familiar warmth when she's around.
Does she wonder about me? Do little things remind her of me? Like the blue flowers that grow along the pavement of my driveway, dark enough to be her eyes. Or the warm melted chocolate that I imagine tangling my fingers in. Or the gentle melody of a song that's as warm as her voice. Does she think of me at all?
Her delicate fingers cup my cheek as she holds my gaze, her thumb brushing over my lips in a breathless caress. I blink my thoughts away for a moment to realise that there's a twinge of sadness in her eyes, a silent apology hidden behind their gaze. Before I can question it, it's gone, replaced by a happy smile that smothers her features.
Holding her eyes with a confused expression, I feel my phone vibrate against my jeans. Pulling away, I dig my hand into my pocket, absently drawing my eyes to the screen.
Blood drains from my face, my legs going weak beneath me.
'Harry?' Avery's voice sounds strange, like it's very far away. 'Harry, what's going on?'
My head spins as time lags, the world slowly catching back up to me. My stomach flips with nausea and I bring my hand to my mouth, trying to suppress the sick feeling.
It can't be.
It's not possible.
But it is. Right there in black and white.
Him.
The man I've been searching for for the past three months. The man I've thought of for the past 10 years. If only he'd known just how much I regretted it. My jaw locks harshly. And how much he's going to regret it.
But how did he find me? How does he even know I'm looking for him?
'Harry?' Avery's scared voice drags me out of my thoughts. My suddenly harsh gaze meets her wide blue one, fear and anxiety obvious in her features.
'I-I have to go.' My rough voice fumbles over my words, confusion dawning on her flushed face. Stepping away, I start walking towards the door, not allowing myself to think of how much I want her to hold me right now.
[Play: Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen]
I stumble onto the footpath, my mind too disoriented to think clearly. My keys fumble in my hands and I walk blindly to my car. My body feels numb as I go through the motions of slinking into the seat, turning on the car and swinging it around to get home.
My breathing has become erratic, my mood shifting from fear to unadulterated rage. Pure fury pouring through my veins.
My car screeches to a halt, my park as shitty as my attitude. Slamming my door, I storm towards my apartment, frustration at its breaking point as my key gets lodged. Black spots are dancing in my eyes, my head thumping heavily.

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Illusion
Fanfiction'Couldn't avoid me any longer hey?' Harry's snarky tone drips from his lips, softly curling into a devilish smirk. 'Don't you have anything better to do?' I huff exasperatedly. Harry looks at me with dangerously innocent eyes, replying sweetly, 'I c...