Calamity [Zarry Stylik AU]©️

Chapter 39: A NEW OLD HOUSE VOL I

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I woke up looking at the sun rays coming through the window, an omen for another sunny day. I was beginning to think I wasn't in England at all with the number of sunny days I had been getting.

My eyes moved from the simple white curtains to the guitar beautifully placed on the window propped against the wall, then to the Louis armchair - which I loathed now more than ever.

I wondered how it had been on that day when they picked it.

Were they happy? In love? Discussing the future as we did earlier that afternoon.

It made me sick, and I wanted it out. I averted my eyes to the dresser which had the TV on top.

On the left side of the room, I saw Harry's three-door closet then my eyes focused on him lying beside me.

Wearing nothing but his boxers, my uncovered lover's body breathed deeply. I noticed Harry was super close to me, breathing on my shoulder and physically holding on to me.

I looked at him seeing his beautiful features and angelic face making me lose my breath. I observed his lips, but the thought of another having his taste made my heart hurt. It wasn't about the kiss. I wish my love hadn't lied to me and hidden the fact that he had gone to see Louis.

I'm not going to lie. It did shake everything inside of me seeing how easily he went after Louis, but on the other hand, I had room for understanding the level of "addiction" a first love can have on someone.

The doubts crept back in: what if it happened again? What if the kiss meant more than Harry shared with me? What if he fell victim to the pressures of Louis's sisters and gave in easily?

The contrast between his skin on mine was beautiful. How his fingers lingered on me made me tremble. His energy next to mine made me unique.

I knew he loved me, that he was crazy about me - he had said it more than once - but I wished he wouldn't have done this. I wish he had held his stance and that the last kiss wasn't necessary.

"Good morning," He whispered.

I looked up seeing his green eyes facing me. His face appeared swollen, and his eyes were red. Had he been crying?

"Morning,"

Silence came between, but it wasn't the inviting kind we used to have. Something here was missing or lacking.

"How did you sleep?"

I paused to think, leaving him in my silence.

"Okay, I guess." Considering my heart had been gripped in cold hands ever since he told me had sneaked away and kissed his ex. "You?"

"Poorly," Harry replied, shying away from me. "I kept waking up."

"Why?"

"I was afraid you had left."

I had thought about it. Many times, while I was in the bedroom, he was sleeping on the sofa. Got dressed and find a room at a hotel, but the truth was...

I didn't want to leave.

Now, that I had him, I couldn't let him get away.

"I kept imagining waking up and you being gone. I was scared."

"Still here,"

Silence returned to us, and we respected it. The room was so cold, and our love seemed to burn low.

"You moaned a lot, though," Harry added. "You said Perrie's name."

A flash image of Perrie smiling at me comes into my mind. Her face had been recurring in my dreams all night.