The Wires Case [ h.s ]

chapter 31

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Harry Styles

It's incredible how connected I feel with Brooke. Since the moment I met her, I knew there was something with her that would turn my world upside down.

I thought it would be the constant chase for an answer, for something that would lead me and Blake to the end of this case.

Never, in a million years I would have thought it would be the feeling of home she gives me. The adoration I feel for her. The way I can feel my pupils expand every time they focus on her.

I never thought I'd fall for her.

But here we are.

My chest hasn't stopped feeling heavy. It feels like I'm lying on the ground and that I have a hundred bricks on top of me, making my heart beat against my skin so hard like it needs more space for everything that it's feeling.

It's an overwhelming sensation I always have when she's close to me, but for some strange reason it doesn't bother me.

I kind of love it.

Before Brooke, every little part of my life, of myself, felt like it was black and white. Drained of life, of hope, of willingness. Now, during Brooke, everything is blue.

After the last conversation she and I shared, I went home and stared at the ceiling, thinking it would be best if I convinced myself that I didn't feel anything for her.

I mean she made it look so effortless. She said 'no' to me, but I bet she was trying to convince herself too.

And it looked so easy to do. So easy to pretend that in fact, none of us felt something for each other.

But I would lie if I said I got over her just in this couple of days. Because it's absolutely impossible.

Driving through town with a destination to go, it feels like we're at square one again. Silence is everything she transmitted after we left university.

Like the first time I met her, that shield she carries is still on, but I can feel that right now, it has a break.

The low music playing from my playlist is the only thing I hear as I keep driving. I'm hoping where I'm taking her will be able to clear her chaotic mind, because I hate seeing her like this.

With a lost gaze, she stares out the window, her knees to her chest as her temple is pressed against the glass.

She hasn't spoken a word since we left, and I'm really starting to worry. I've never seen her this worn out.

I can see tears rolling down her cheeks—new ones—as if she's replaying all that she was trying to do before I arrived.

But she doesn't even bother to clean them. She just lets them fall, she lets them even get down to her neck as she keeps just lost in her mind.

I take a quick glance at her. Despite the emotions she's transmitting, I still found her the most enthralling person ever.

My eyes will find her in a room full of people. They will always go to her. To every inch of her perfect self as they grow ten shades darker by everything she makes me feel.

I look ahead again, sighing as I really don't know what to do. I'm just praying I'm making a good decision and at least for a few minutes she'll be able to let all this on the back of her head and just enjoy time with me.

A new song starts playing on the radio. I have it connected to my phone, so mostly I've been listening to songs I kind of like.

They were mostly from the neighbourhood, but it's not like she complained at all. She could have told me to turn it off and I would, but it didn't look like it bothered her.