'Cause You Are My One And Only

Chapter 8 - Kiss Me

**** Helloooo!! Sorry It's taken me a week to update again! Its been super busy! Anyway, I have some bitter/sweet news; I am going on a volunteer trip to build a school in 3 days! Which means I won't be able to update for at least 2 weeks :( I will try my best to update as soon as I'm back!

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I stuck around in the lab long enough for Paul and Detective Ramsay to give me some comforting words and an encouraging hug. I tried to hold my composure, I couldn't let them see me break down. Being told you may never see the love of your life again is absolutely devastating, but I had to hold on. I needed to prove I was strong enough to be here, that I wasn't going to be a blubbering liability who couldn't handle the circumstances that had been thrown at her.

I lasted just long enough to close the door to my small hotel room behind me. I had left the blinds drawn and let the darkness swallow me whole. I leaned against the door, the enormity of the news I had just heard finally breaking through the wall I had put up. My breathing came fast and shallow, my legs began to tremble and I let myself slide down the length of the door, drawing my knees up to my chest. 

No, no, no, no, no, I kept repeating in my head. This couldn't be happening.

Tears were freely streaming down my face, my mind spun and I couldn't make heads nor tails of my thoughts. My mouth was open but no sound escaped. I was afraid my heart was going to break from the pain radiating through every inch of my being.

I don't know how long I stayed in that position, but I finally managed to drag myself to my bed. I felt numb. The tears had stopped, and so did everything else. It was as if the pain became to much that my body flipped a switch, numbing me to the world. It was only around 5pm, but I figured it was late enough for me to call it a night. I laid my head down onto the soft pillow, jetlag was not my friend....

A warm summer breeze rustled the grass beneath my fingertips. The smell of wild flowers and sweet honey tickled my nose. I was laying on my back, enjoying the warmth from the sun dancing on my skin. A hand laced with mine began playing with my fingers, I turned on my side and took in the beautiful creature lying beside me. He was wearing dark jeans rolled almost to his knees and a white cotton tee stained from rolling in the grass. His hair blew gently in the wind, his eyes were closed, and his whole body hummed with contentment.

It was two weeks into my summer vacation, and I was back in England, almost 8 months after meeting Harry. I still got chills at the thought that he was all mine, thanks to the sheer luck of crossing paths due to rescheduled flights. I can remember stepping off the plane with him by my side, to my surprise I was met with flashing cameras and his face plastered on every flat surface available. He had really undermined his whole "being in a band" thing, leaving out the crucial factor that he was part of one of the biggest boybands in Europe. And little did I know their sucess would become global in a few short months after our meeting. 

I was staring at his face, tracing those enchanting features. His eyes fluttered open, catching me in mid stare.

"What?" He said smiling.

"Why didn't you tell me how popular One Direction was when we first met?" I asked.

"You're seriously thinking about that?" He said chuckling, he scooped me into his side. I looked up and raised an eyebrow at him, not accepting his response as my answer. "Becasue, I wanted you to get to know me for me, I didn't think it was that important."

"It might have been nice to know, before I fell for a complete stranger and got sucked into his crazy life." I said mischievously.

"So that would have changed your mind hmm?" He said, I could hear the smile in his voice. He began to tickle my sides.