Apocalypse [h.s.]

Chapter twenty two

I froze. I could feel my face burning up. It literally felt like it could explode anytime.

"Feelings for you? What, n-no, why would I have feelings for you, Harry?" I stuttered nervously.

I regretted it the minute I saw Harry's reaction. He looked gutted and embarassed, before looking down again.

"I'm sorry, I-I don't know what I was thinking of. Of course you don't" he said and faked a laugh.

At this point I didn't know what to do. What to answer, how to react. Did I have feelings for him? Hell, I didn't even know myself if I had feelings for him. If I did, I most certainly was not going to tell him. But there were nicer ways to reject someone on, or fake a rejection.

"I mean, it's not that I don't like you, because I really do! Like, really, really do" I said, trying my best.

I realized soon enough that that may have made him even more confused, because he just furrowed his eyebrows and chuckled.

"Well, I like you too, Violet. Like, really, really like you" he said, repeating my words.

I giggled and rolled my eyes at myself. Then I started to get tired, and decided to check what time it was.

"It's pretty late. We should probably get going. Got a lot to do tomorrow, you know" I said and smiled at the thought of it.

He smirked and grabbed his jacket. "Yeah."

We asked the waitress for the bill, split the sum equally and went outside. The air was colder than usual. It was only September, so it was a little strange, but luckily my lovely coat was meant for colder weather, so I didn't exactly freeze.

We sat down in Harry's car and Harry immediately turned the heat on. He was chattering his teeth and shivering all the way back to my flat.

"Are you okay?" I asked, laughing a little.

He nodded quickly and smiled. "Y-yeah, just a l-little cold, th-that's all."

Finally we arrived at my apartment, and Harry insisted that he would follow me all the way up to my doorstep to make sure I was safe. I decided not to argue on it and let him protect me like I was a little baby.

I stopped at my doorstep and looked up at him. He smiled down at me, and the light from the moon reflected beautifully in his eyes. It made them sparkle and shine even more than they had done before. The pink on his lips was illuminated.

He noticed me adoring the sight of him, and licked his lips.

Such a tease, aren't you, Styles?

"I guess this is where we part ways" he said, sounding somewhat disappointed.

"I guess" I said, and sighed low enough for only me to hear.

Truth was, I didn't want to part ways with Harry. I wanted to hold him, to kiss him, to feel him in ways I had never experienced before. I wanted to trace the tattoos I imagined he had, and I wanted to watch him gaze me like I was the only girl that could possibly make him feel this way.

He looked inside my eyes and suddenly started to lean forward. Was I going to let this happen? Was I going to allow myself to possibly fall for Harry?

Our lips met. It felt like magic. It was everything I had ever imagined. Everything the movies showed you, everything the books told you, was true. Fireworks, sparkles, unicorns, rainbows, the whole lot. Everyting matched perfectly with this moment, and I realized then what love really felt like. Not just a fling, not just a summer-crush, but real love. And it made my heart pure and whole again, like it had never been broken.