Latch (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

39. Decisions

"Don't go."

He turned back, cautiously twisting on the spot. His eyes scanned my face, and I'm not too sure as to what he saw, as I'm not sure as to what I feel. All I know is I don't want him to go.

"No, I should. Look Liv, it's fine." He shook his head.

"Harry." I frowned. "I want you to stay." I stood up, teeter tottering from foot to foot.

"O-okay." He gulped. "Are you sure?" His face was searching for reassurance.

"No." I replied honestly, "I'm not sure of anything right now, but I know I don't want you to go." My voice came out shy and wispy.

"Then I won't. I won't go." He took long and confident strides towards me,encasing me in his arms. I'd missed him so much, and I reveled in his embrace, enjoying ever breathing second of it.

"I missed you." I breathed into the crook of his neck. I was surrounded in his intoxicating scent.

"I missed you more." He let out a laugh, he sat us down, just as he'd down so many times before. I put my head on his chest and he wrapped his arm around me. This is what I wanted all along. I latched onto his shirt, hooking my fingers in the material

"I was really surprised you didn't come after me." He sighed.

"What?" I flicked my eyes up to look at him.

"I mean, I'm a thief aren't I? I stole your song and used it, you could've sued me, why didn't you?" He asked, perplexed by the situation.

"I wouldn't do that to you. I didn't want to have to look at you ever again, that was the last thing I was thinking of at that time."

"Oh." He frowned "I thought you'd come barging at my door, demanding an explanation. And honestly, after about three months I was wishing you would come and scream at me, cause if you were mad at me," he sighed "if you were mad, that'd mean you'd still care."

I was sitting, with all these emotions racing through me with every beat of my pulse, looking at his worried green orbs and wondering, if he did love me.

"Did you love me?" I asked it straight and simple. His head snapped up and he stared at me blankly.

"What do you think?" He asked, he neared me. His erratic breathing fanning against my neck, making goosebumps raise on my skin. His eyes searched my face, his tongue ran across his lips which were dangerously close to my own.

"Yes." I croaked out, petrified my answer would blow back up in my face. I shut my eyes, convinced he'd laugh at me and leave. I held my breath.

"Nothing gets past you, does it?" He smirked in my ear before crashing his lips on mine for a long overdue kiss.

My hand slid into his hair at the same time his arm snaked around my waist to pull me closer. I was out of breath but keeping up, us both trying to dominate the kiss.

"I still love you." He heaved out, grabbing me back and kissing me more.

"Me too." That's all I could say, I was so wrapped up in him. This poisonous kiss that would surely kill me but hey, I don't mind right now.

"No say it." He growled, he drew back from me so I had to also.

"I love you Harry, you freaking idiot." I smiled, cupping his face in my hands and kissing him once more, a soft and delicate kiss.

"Why are you being like this, acting like nothing happened? I feel like you're going to tell me your joking and tell me to leave," he exasperatedly sighed, "Liv I thought you'd hate me after what I did."