I didn't see you coming - A Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 6 - Treat people with kindness

I stare disorientated at the boy who looks about my age. Curls of his soft hazel hair dance around his face unable to be contained by his blue star-spangled bandana. The blue light gently glazes over his young glistening skin highlighting his sharp jaw line.

My eyes slowly roam down his defined slender frame. Two tattoos of a bird's wings peek through the low-neck collar of his white t-shirt. Like bees about a flower's pistil, his black skinny jeans cling to his legs creasing at his knees.

I return to look at his face making a connection with his emerald pools of serenity.  He blinks eagerly waiting for me to say something, but there is nothing I can say.

"Are you alright love?" He finally asks after realising I wasn't going to be the first to talk.

My head throbs like a drum and still not a single word nor sound escapes the prison that is my mouth.

"Let's go get you cleaned up alright," he says comfortingly as his hand slides down my arm.

He links his arm around mine and gives me one last look for reassurance before slowly guiding me out of the maze.

Escorting me through the exit door, he urgently turns to face me and holds his hands out in front of him. I slide my hands into his fitting together like puzzle pieces. Unsteady, I grip his supple hands as he patiently helps me down the stairs.

The time it took for us to find somewhere to sit was actually only minutes but it felt like a lifetime to me.

At the water fountain, the boy assists me in sitting down on the fountain's cold stone rim. We sit in undisturbed silence. The heavenly moonlight shines down upon us.

He removes his blue bandana letting his lionesque mane free as it flows down almost to his shoulders. Instinctively, he dunks it into the cold fountain pulling it back up to ring it off.

He shuffles closer to me and brings the damp bandana up to my forehead and hesitantly dabs it against my bruise. I blush out of awkwardness.

At the sight of my warm red cheeks he quickly draws his hand back the bandana unknowingly dripping all over his jeans.

I let out a little chuckle as his jeans, which are now soaked, look as if he had wet himself.

His brow furrows and a look of puzzlement crossed his face as he watches me badly try to contain my laughter.

Eventually he catches on to where I was looking and looks down at his crotch.

His cheeks flush red as he bursts out laughing having realised his mishap. Throwing his head back, his eyes crinkle in the corners and his smile beams like the sun creating petite dimples in his cheeks.  

we laugh for a while and ultimately return to the comfortable silence.

"Oh I forgot to mention I'm Harry by the way," he says picking at the folds in his drenched skinny jeans uncomfortably.

"Yeah, things got a bit caught up back there I guess. My name's Jasmine," I respond.

"Jasmine hmmm, what a wonderful name," Harry says subtilty smirking.

I look away in an attempt to hide my faint blush admiring the wonderful water display of the stone fountain. Harry also turns to watch the water gracefully jump, pounce and fly in the dark sky.

"I'd like to apologise for what happened earlier, I didn't mean to scare you," he says apologetically with genuine regret.

He nervously rubs his finger under his nose awaiting to see if I accept his apology.

"Well maybe you should have thought about that before you chased me!" I tease him playfully with a light giggle.

"You're right, you're right. But if I hadn't then we would have never met," he declares shrugging his shoulders in proposal and raising his fine eyebrows.

"Alright, but at least I wouldn't have this!" I hit back, dramatically pointing at the purple bruise on my forehead.

we burst out laughing for a second time.

"I think you look beautiful with or without the bruise."

I was not expecting him to say that let alone to me. I brush it off ignoring the comment and try to change the subject.

"What was you even doing in the mirror maze in the first place?" I question him.

"well..."