Alive.

chapter six

Harry~

"This party is huge!" Jessie exclaims and laughs as two people start to dance infront of us.

The chatter of the crowd of people rises as the number of people increases. The loud booming sound of the stereo echoes off the walls. People are dancing and laughing and just having a good time. I, on the other hand, am not having a good time, instead I'm being pestered by Jessie. Her constant badgering of the stupidest things makes me less interested and more exasperated.

The party itself was much bigger than I imagined, I luckily remembered to lock my doors so no one would drift into there. The thought of sleeping where someone else had their...moment made me uncomfortable.

I scanned the crowd for a distraction or an excuse to get Jessie off my back. Ever since I came back from my walk she hadnt left my side.

Then I see her, her beauty radiating off of her. People turn their heads as she walks by. She leaves a trail of awe behind her. I'm dumbfolded, this cant be my mind must be playing tricks on me. There's no way shes alive. But there she is, meandering her way through the throng of people. I hear her laugh and it is equivalent to the sound of a million angels. How I missed that laugh. There she goes looking perfect as ever.

To Jake, of all people. Once I see her go up to Jake and laugh with him my hands tighten into balls and my face reddens with anger. I want to go up to him and punch him in the face but that's not how I want to see her after so many painful years.

Has she been alive this whole time? How come she never thought to see me again? I mean if I knew she was alive of course I would have wanted to see her again.

I watch her every move. She talks to Jake with another girl beside her. Her friend and Jake chat while Hanna looks like she rather be anywhere but there. Her eyes look uneasy as she scans the other side of the room, she was looking for me. Hanna gives them a smile and says a few words before darting upstairs for the patio door.

Nows my opportunity to go see her, see her and actually talk to her. I feel giddy with excitement. All those nights sitting in bed imagining what life would of been if she was here will pay off. Asking her why she hasn't tried to contact me can wait, all I need right now is her.

I make my way through the crowd and leave Jessie in mid-sentence. I push and shove my way through the horde of people that have colonized in the center of the room. I dash up the stairs and elbow through the group of people chatting non-stop.

Once I reach the patio door I'm hesitant to go. Something tells me that she doesn't want me there. Without another thought I push through the door and step out into cold night. The wind is slightly evident and the moon shines brightly.

There she stands, her hands tightly gripping the railing and taking in the beautiful view of the city. A flashback of the time when she jabbered on and on about how she loved to go the a city like New York and just observe their lifestyle since it was a bit different then London's went through my mind.

Then, out of no where. Jake appears. He carries two cups of wine in two elegant glasses, one goes out to Hanna and the other he holds tightly in his grip. A dumb grin is plastered on his face Hanna gives him a forced smile in gratitude. My anger churns as he talks about useless garbage. Jake has always been plotting against me, no doubt he would take his chance with my girl once I was out of the picture, temporarily that is.

"So Hanna how are you with Harry in town?" Jake asks out of no where.

My ears lurch for he new information. This is what I needed, I needed to know if making my presence clear was a smart move or a faulty decision in my pathway back to Hanna's life.

"Uncomfortable," She sighs while my heart dies. " I have a sense he's down there waiting for my return and it's too much. I don't want him here it makes me feel sad, I hate that." Hanna begins.

She didn't want me, the love of my life doesn't want me. My breaths seem to slow down and this lump appeared in my stomach, it churned and turned and make me feel nauseous.

I pushed myself off of the edge of the patio door in which I was leaning on. I ended up foolishly banging my foot against the door, making my presence known.

Their conversation abruptly ends and Hanna wipes her head to turn to me, her lips opened in shock. While Jake scowls at me but smirks once he realizes his position. His hand grasps Hanna's in a tightly odd hold, almost like it was against her will. He was trying to make me envious but I was better then that.

"Styles, how lovely of you to joining." Jake almost laughs.

I shake my head in pain but show a heartless, cold expression. My body and mind shuts out everything as I see Hanna struggle to contain herself.

I turn around without a word and leave the two to themselves. Angry words I don't mean flood through my mind but the all too familiar pang in my chest is prominent.

I've lost my girl, but who needs one anyways when there are a crowd of young ones thirsty for my attention"