War Lips (Harry Styles A.U.)

Chapter 3

It has been a week. A complete 7 day week since Harry's departure to the war. He had told me about how it was very unexpected that he was to leave so much less than it was anticipated. But for whatever reason they had, Zayn was gone. I was stuck in bed, tracing the pillow case he slept with and lying on the side of the bed that his body rested upon.

Beside me, the phone had rang so much. Calls from worried friends, family, in-laws, neighbours rang so much, I had grown accustomed to the constant annoying loud noise that emerged from the telephone. It was not because I didn't want to talk, it was the fact that I just didn't know how let the words flow off my lips and into the telephone without a tear flowing carelessly down my cheek.

I laid there, for what seemed hours to me, and began to reminisce about how exactly I had met Harry. My Harry.

I recall being seated on the couch while my flatmate at the time, Lilia, was walking around. The crisp sound of the heels of her shoes did a light clicking noise that was always followed after by a series of swooping like noises on the floor. She must have been sweeping if anything. Humming was surround the space of where the clicking of heels and the swooping of the broom left behind.

"I have been meaning to ask you something, Millie." I turned my head to the sound of the fresh like lilac like voice. True, voices do not have a scent or any concrete like idea behind them but to me, they did. The doctors would find that quite peculiar every time I was asked about the noise my ear would hear and where was the origin of each sound.

"And as I have been meaning to give you the answer to something." I gave a smile to the direction of her voice.

"Would it bother you if I were to tell you that I have a few of my step family come over?" Click-Click, swoosh Swoosh. I placed my hand out to where the noise was emitting from in the small living room of the time. Or that was what she would say that room was.

"No, no not really." Her shallow breathing sound heavier as if relieved as a soft small hand took mine. The clicking was closer than ever before and swooping sound had stopped. The space next to me on the couch sunk in and groaned deeply due to the fact that this couch was from my childhood and I was too attached to throw it out. Lilia had sat down next to me, holding my hand as she rubbed my palm with her small gentle thumb.

"Promise to not be mad." Her voice was just a hush coloured of lavender filling the back of my brain. Intoxicated by the colour, I nodded slowly as with every thrust of my head forward or back felt heavy. "They are coming over today." My high was riding low, however I kept nodding. "Like..." there was a small pause. She was hesitating so I stopped nodding.

"Like..?"

"Like in a few minutes they will be here." Silence. "Millie.." I wanted to laugh.

"This is your apartment as well silly!" I giggled and gave her hand a light squeeze. Her laughter of relief boomed off the wall of our small living room and into my ears. Once again causing me a great high. My insides swirled with the laughter and the thumb on my palm.

"You scared me because of how quiet you were! Millieeee!!" All I could do was laugh honestly from the high.

"Is that why I kept hearing you curse and the sounds of things being, I guess, cleaned?" Lilia gave off a deep groan in frustration.

"By God! You have no freaking idea!!! They're my like step dad's side of the family and his ex wife will be here." A question began to rise in my mind to ask. "Don't ask," she huffed. "Well that lady is such a clean germ lady! She will literally come here and start to swipe her nasty fingers over the radio and the television and if there is the slightest hint of dust she will automatically think that our whole house is a filth crib! Just like her smelly and dirty cun-"

"Hey, be nice sailor babe." I warned. I swear sometimes this girl was the daughter of an Irish sailor. "Just tell me about your step family."

"Well, there isn't much to say about them. Just that... Hey, your eyes are giving off that look again." She pointed out about my eyes being galaxyish again. "You have very beautiful eyes, Miracle. Do you know that?" I could not say or do anything. All that was left for me to do was just either reject or accept her compliment. Which I did.

"Thank you, you were saying?"

"Oh.. right.. OH! Yeah, there is a boy our age. He is like my cousin/ nephew? I don't know. It's strange really. Anyways, His name is Harold. But he prefers Harry H-A-R-R-Y." She sign langued it into my palm. "He is nice and all but.. you two would make an extrodaharry couple." I laughed at her putting his name into the word.

"That's cute actually. I'm quite flattered that you say we would be 'extordaharry' together but I don't think anyone would want a bl-"

"Oh please Milagros!" She left my hand annoyed. "He will love!"

And at that the door was knocked. The couch groaned deeply and there was no longer a sunken space by me. The clicking was smacking against the floor nervously as I heard her hand on the metal door knob. The heavy wooden door was swung open making a deep swoosh noise. And suddenly an explosion of colours and scents hit my brain all at once with the sound of different texture of voices.

"Hi!Please come in and this is my roommate Milagros!" A screeching sound of the door slam shut made me jump on the couch.

"HI MILAGROS!!!" A swarm of arms wrapped around. Hugs were given to me and I was feeling overwhelm with intoxication and fear.

"Hi, everyone." I stood up and the arms left my body.

"How are you?" A male vanilla voice. I tried my best to face the direction of his voice.

"Um, please everyone, Milagros is someone very special so please do not give her a hard time if she does not make eye contact."

"Why? Is she retarded or something?" A steel oxygenated voice.

"Uncle, please, that is very rude to say. Especially to a beautiful lady.." The voice trailed off gently. An earthy rain voice made my lung expand largely and my brain was off the high from the other voices around the room. This was like a new drug my brain was getting accommodated to. It was something truly beautiful.

"Harry, Milagros." The lilac voice held my hand and placed it into the rain voiced one. Instantly our hands fit. How cheesy. "Milagros, Harry."

"Hi." my voice was breathless as the God holding my hand kissed it.

"A pleasure to be in your presence."