Midnight Angel H.S COMPLETED

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One thing I like about nice weather is that it gives me energy. It makes me want to do stuff. How the sun dances on the bedsheets; how the birds sing on a wire. Or how the waves echo from the beach in my view.

That's one thing I've been appreciating more, a nice view.

I stride in my button-up plaid dress to the door, ignoring anything to do with my hangover. I open the door and when I'm about to step out, I see Harry's there. The first thing I notice is his butterfly tattoo and how it's in the open. Then how his stomach muscles are glossy. I see fern tattoos just above his towel, wrapped around his low hip. The only thing I can move is my eyes as they look up at his hair, dripping with water. His hair flops just under his green eyes that are staring directly at me.

"Harry I-" I start off. "Why are you out here? Don't you have a bathroom in your-"

"Hazel, Hazel, Hazel." He hushes me and my stupid question. "Take two lefts, it's a straight road from there." He smirks. His lips give me flashbacks from yesterday where it was as if they begged to be against mine. I try to stop my thoughts alongside the blush spreading throughout my body. His smirk becomes larger before he leans down to kiss me. The kiss was brief and when we disconnect, his head still is close, drops of water falling on my nose. "I'll see you soon." His eyes scan my body before he disappears into his room.

*

As I walk down the road I somehow get more excited about all of this. Harry Styles- The Harry Styles- asked to hang out and although he could kill me right there and then, I will just hope he won't and carry on. I think he can be nice. Honestly, my death depends on me, not him. Unless he has made me delusional. I wouldn't be surprised.

After walking on, I see a large sunflower field and I feel its glow on my face as I smile. How come today is the happiest I've been since I've been on this holiday around the world with four adult children?

I feel a hand on my own and I turn to see Harry in a brown flannel the same shade as my dress. He gives me no time before he pulls me through a bush; all I can think about is the fact we're matching. "Harry I-"

"Shush, Hazel." He chuckles. I wonder what's gotten into him. He's holding my hand. Not my wrist, hand. His hands that I've watched in awe tap the steering wheel are touching mine. Yesterday morning, he carried on a joke and now he's chuckling. It makes me feel warm in the most unexplainable way.

I also fear that one day it'll be all gone.

"Harry sto-" I cut myself off as we step out into the beautiful garden. The colours glow of pinks and yellows, blues and oranges- a rainbow in a flowerbed. I look down and see Harry's hand is still engulfing mine making a small smile creep up on my face but knowing it's wrong, I decide to let go- honestly, all of this is wrong. Him being like this will run out for sure. I can't really forget that Harry is a cruel man. Although he has this soft side that has appeared out of nowhere, him wanting to kill me is in there too. He will kill me. Everything that's good comes to an end. Including this. I'm afraid that this will get snatched from me. And everything in me tells me to distance myself away from him. Except for my heart and brain- they're drawn.

In front of us is a large bed of peonies and within the patch, there's a red and white blanket with a polaroid camera. A basket too. My face lights up as he looks at me with a smile. He's smiling at me. His dimples are much deeper and his eyes crease up. I never imagined seeing a smile on Harry. He's always quite fond of a smirk instead. But his smile is one of the best I've seen. It is genuine. And it makes my stomach float.

"I hope you don't have hayfever."

"Harry why did yo-"

"I don't know, Hazel." He says, his now puzzled eyes glaring at me. I nod leaving the subject behind in the soft breeze before sitting down on the blanket. I've never had a picnic. Just fancy parties with people like me.

He sits down too and opens the basket before passing me a sandwich. "What's in it?"

"Cheese and pickle sandwich in some, salad in the other one. I'm not sure what one you have though."

I nod a take out of the sandwich from the foil. The sour taste of pickle spreads through my mouth as I take a bite and I look up at him. He's looking at the bees buzzing around, the clouds drifting away with an angelic glow on his face. His soft face looks at me and his eyes glare down at the sandwich. "How is it?" He asks. I smile and hum. "Good, good. Maybe someday I'll have to bake you something." He says, making me smile softly.

"I'll teach you to dance." I say and he smiles.

He laughs, his dimples making me smile. "You don't know how to dance."

"I'm better than you." I fight.

Smiling slightly, he pours some champagne and orange juice into a glass and passes it to me. I thank him and he looks down at his lap.

His doubted face reappears again. A face I've been seeing more often. I didn't know why he started to do it but it always appears. It shows a sort of confusion. A face you don't expect to see on Harry Styles. It's as if he doesn't know what his next move is.

I stand up and pick peony flowers from the garden and then sit behind Harry, my legs crossed so I'm in reach of him but not too close. I pick up a flower but before I do anything, Harry turns so I see his side profile which makes me pause. "Hazel Woods, what are you doing?" He asks.

"Nothing, Harry Styles, turn your head." I snap and so he raises his eyebrows, his nostrils flaring before he turns back around. I take the flower and slide the stalk into his hair. His hair shines and is soft to touch which is expected since his last name is Styles. It almost bounces when I touch it. Butterflies roam my stomach as I wonder what his response to this is. But considering I'm not dead yet, he must not mind it.

I fill his beautiful hair up with beautiful flowers, him leaning on his arms so his head is closer to me. I reach for the camera and take a picture of the back of his head and his side profile while he looks at the garden.

I come up from behind and show him the picture and he responds by smiling timidly with a soft blush on his cheeks. He looks like a different person when he's nice and his walls are not up as much. From up close, his eyes pop and his lips look pink and plump. He looks at my lips and his smile comes up close to my own.

Before we get any closer, his phone starts buzzing. His smile instantly fades and his lips purse just as he backs away. And just like that, his walls shoot up. He answers the phone. "Niall?" Harry starts nodding at the phone and moments later he puts it back in his pocket.

His face holding no expression, he stands up and pulls me up too. "Harry?" He doesn't say anything, just tugs at me and I resent. "Harry what goi-"

"Hazel Woods, if you do not want to be killed, I'd shut the fuck up and run with me." He says coldly which makes me look to the ground.

I purse my lips shut and run. We run through another route, in the opposite direction from where we came from. We ran for a mile or so and my lungs grow tighter and tighter until I can barely breathe. I feel my head heat up and my body becomes weak. "Hazel, fuck." He says looking at me struggling. "We'll hide out in the abandoned place just down the road, Hazel. You can make that, right?"

I shake my head profusely, no as my mind becomes blurred and this piercing noise enters my ears. I feel myself almost falling, unable to breathe at all. "Hazel. Shit." He brings me back up and he carries me like a child into the abandoned building. Gasping for air, Harry places me down so he can sit beside me. He takes me and gently rests my head on his lap.

He takes my blue piece of plastic from his pocket before helping me pump some medication into me which makes my chest start to ease. Soon after, my chest stops rising so much, so I sit back up but Harry pushes me back on his lap. "Harry, why? It's fine, I can ju-"

"I'm not sure. It just feels... right."