Papillon - HS

Chapter 13

Just like that, my mind no longer works properly. I basically just think about Harry all the time. His eyes. His lips. His hair. I turn around and am reminded of the way he laughs. I close my eyes and picture his smile. This is beginning to be embarrassing. It's so obvious to me how much of a crush I have on him but I still haven't told him yet because I kind of want him to say something first. 

After sleeping for a few hours, I got up and walked over to the lounge. It was empty and I felt myself relaxing at the thought of being alone, even if it was for a few minutes. I may love being around people but sometimes what I need the most is alone time. There's times when I need to decompress, think about things on my own. Even though I hate feeling lonely, whenever I get to willingly be on my own, I enjoy listening to my mind and organizing my thoughts. However, since the beginning of tour, I am almost always with someone, most likely around the boys.  Don't get me wrong, I love walking around with Liam, listening to music with Zayn, laughing with Lou and Ni, and well, of course, simply being around Harry. But I still want to enjoy my own presence once in a while.

I opened my laptop and wrote about last night's concert. My cheeks immediately blushed remembering how Harry sang to me. The images came rushing through my mind like a slideshow, each one making me smile harder than the last. I thought back to the lyrics of the song, just let me adore you. Harry did say he would be dedicating his song to someone special and he kept looking and winking at me. He even blew me a kiss, that someone has to be me. Right? 

The door to the lounge opened, revealing a sleepy Harry wearing his pjs. His head hanged low, hair draping over his face. Harry kept rubbing his eyes, his feet barely giving one step after the next. My face brightened at the sight of him, heart beating a bit faster. A reminder of how much I was beginning to like this man. I giggled, too giddy to keep my emotions in. It was in that moment where Harry realized he was not alone as he lifted his head and turned to face me. I gave him a shy smile, waving at him. Harry closed his eyes and smiled with just his lips, his dimples popping a bit.

"Good morning sleepy head" I said when he finally sat down beside me.

Harry turned to face me, arranging his hair by moving it backwards. His eyes looked a bit swollen, he still couldn't open them completely. "Morning V," he responded in a husky voice.

I felt myself getting goosebumps at the sound of his morning voice. 

"How are you?" I asked.

Harry then plopped himself onto the couch, resting his head on my lap. I let out a quick gasp, followed by laughter. Harry nuzzled himself and answered, "very tired." I looked down to see his face and saw his eyes closed, a lazy smirk resting on his lips.

"Well, you can't sleep. We have a pending conversation," I continue to say. I really want to get through whatever it was he wanted to tell me when he came knocking at my door. If Niall's correct, he wanted to talk about his feelings. I could do the same, simply let him know that he's constantly in my mind. 

Harry looked up, his eyes opening a bit. His smirk was now playful and the look in his eyes told me he was interested in whatever we had to talk about. "Oh really?" he asked.

I nodded and hummed, "oh yes, we do."

Harry shifted a bit so he was no longer facing the door but me directly. I had to look down to look at him, his green eyes burning into mine.

"Well then, what's this you want to talk about?"

"I don't know, you tell me," I teased, he really was the one who wanted to have this conversation in the first place. I'm merely a reminder of that. Harry's face scrunched up in confusion. His eyes narrowed a bit as they looked into mine, almost like he was trying to find the answers in them. I laughed at his confusion and almost melted when he pouted right after. "You came knocking on my door a few days ago telling me you wanted to talk, what was that about?" I finally said, letting go of my teasing.