The Beast (Harry Styles)

Chapter Fifteen

 To the library they go

With their feelings they have bestowed

Upon each other;

It was a chapter with them being cute,

So who wants another?

~.~

The library was nothing to my imagination: it was better.

Thousands of books stood tall on the walls to the high ceiling of the open space; a desk was in the right corner, papers scattered across it. There was a latter connected to the bookshelves, designed to reach the hidden and unreachable. An unlit fireplace was in front of me, creating the only part of the wall not covered by the lives of intangible characters who held stories unimaginable to reality.

I stepped forward into the room and tried to take it all in.

"Harry. . .," I shook my head in disbelief, "this is beyond amazing!" Laughing, I twirled around in my heaven, the place where I knew I would soon emerge into the lives of so many others.

My hands rose to my face when I stopped and turned to Harry who had made his way to my side.

He took my hands in his and said, "I told you I'd give you the world itself if you asked."

"But you gave me the entire universe!" 

"And I'd give you another if you desired it," Harry told me, releasing one of my hands. He brought it to his lips and kissed it before gently replacing it to my side.

I couldn't help but stare at him; his transformation in a matter of about forty-eight hours was completely unexpected and a bit maddening. What happened?

"You happened."

I rolled my eyes at the cheesy line, smiling at the overused response.

"It may be cheesy, but it's true," Harry spoke again.

"Don't tell me you have mind reading capabilities," I teased, "because I'll block your magic out."

"Caught me, babe; I come from a long line of gypsies with fortune telling abilities. And I foresee me in your future." He winked, trying to hold back laughter from his words.

Harry gave into the urge, and I joined him while he took the lead in one of the many lovely cantata movements his voice created.

It was a masterpiece of a sight, the way his eyes crinkled and his dimples appeared in his cheeks. Harry's hands immediately went to his mouth to cover his smile, his head facing down towards the ground to hide his amusement. I didn't know what to call this feeling in my chest when I saw him like this; yet I knew I wouldn't fight it.

I fought everything thinking I could maybe change the world. But my hands were bruised beyond recovery and my body weakened from the punches life threw back; it was only fair that if I could defend myself, so could life.

Harry had been one of those things that start off as an attack, a way to bring you down. He quickly turned into quite the opposite, and I am proud to say I've surrendered to him.

Completely infatuated with him: that's what this was called. It wasn't love, because I truly didn't know, to say I loved him. I hoped one day I would love him and that he would open up to me. Like I did, I knew Harry had to have secrets. They would come out in time, like many things, once all daunting factors are out of the way.

I didn't realize I was staring at him until Harry snapped right in my face. Flinching in surprise, I blinked a few times before intentionally focusing on him.