blind. 2 | styles (hariana)

XII. Darling Heart I Loved You From the Start

~ Harry ~

Her words reeled in my mind, and for a second I thought I had imagined it. But then there she was still in front of me, the feeling of her own beating heart hard against my chest that was pressed so gently against hers. I wanted reassurance that she wasn't just a figment of my imagination again, so I gently cupped her cheeks in both hands.

Warmth, inexplicable warmth. Happiness, love, home. All felt through the windows of her eyes which burned into my own. Our foreheads met as I neared her lips. So close now, my heart was racing as I anticipated the moment our lips touched.

Then they did, and I felt everything. My heart could never bear false witness to how I felt the moment she kissed back. If only this kiss could mend our hearts, and for a moment I pretended it could. I pretended we were still the same love crazed kids who met by chance, who had more adventures within school walls than out, and I pretended that she still loved me and that we were still okay.

I licked my bottom lip. Her taste lingered and I desperately wanted to kiss her again. But she had pulled away first and the palm of her hands pushed me away far too quickly for me to even consider leaning in again.

I tried to read the expression on her face, but it was like a rainbow of emotions had fluttered into her tiny body and so tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. She was thinking again, but this time her thoughts overwhelmed her with their capacity. And all at once her glare hardened and she wiped away the tears that had formed in her eyes.

"Let's go." She muttered, turning swiftly on her feet.

Her arms wrapped around her body and I was given no choice but to follow after her.

All at once she grew cold. The rest of the day resulted in empty conversations and stares. A lot of staring, most on my behalf. Even angry at me, she was still the most beautiful girl in the room, and I still have no clue what she's angry at me for.

Perhaps it was the kiss. Maybe it was too much for her. She kissed back- she can't deny she kissed back, so there's a part of her that wanted to kiss me and she did. Maybe she's not angry at me, but at herself, for kissing me back.

"Harry."

I was snapped out of my thoughts.

"Your notes."

I signed off my name in the corner then handed the balding doctor my notes. Though I could not hide the blush in my cheeks when I realized I had forgotten to erase H + A in its little heart off the page. He had seen it though and did not question it. Thank God.

"A car will be waiting to take you and Miss Grande back to your apartments. Thank you for your cooperation today." The doctor shook my hand before retreating into another room with the rest of the panel of doctors.

Ariana remained in her seat, her intentions now mildly clear as she shut her eyes. I sighed heavily and racked up enough courage to approach her. She was unmoved by my presence beside her, or she was but refused to show me.

"We better go." I told her, and I cursed at the crack of my own voice.

"M'tired." She murmured.

"I'm not going to carry you." I paused, "Unless you want me to."

"Mhmm." She hummed in response, making grabby hands in the air.

I rolled my eyes and crouched down. Slipping my hands underneath her back and legs, I easily lifted her out of the seat and into a bridal position in my arms. She giggled softly as I nearly dropped her.

"You need to work on that." She said as her head rolled back to rest on my chest.

People were staring, obviously confused and curious as to why I was carrying Ariana through the lobby. But they could never be as confused and curious as I was. I thought she was angry at me. Even after dating the same woman for a year, I still don't understand the emotional threshold of a woman. I wanted to laugh at myself.