World War 3 (One Direction)

I'm Not Sure Anymore

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Chapter 18

"Do whatever it takes. You want back your annoying excuse of a sister. Look for something relatively small. A key of some sort. A small card." Those words kept repeating over and over again in my head. I need to find a key. I haven't a clue how it looks like, and it wasn't much to start off with.

But I searched Harry's room many times. Thoroughly. And I can't find a single key. Either he hid it really well, or it wasn't even in the room. Do something quick! I haven't got all day. Ven won't be spared for long perhaps. Think! Think! What if...maybe he kept the key with him? He carries it with him at all times? For safekeeping? That's what I would've done if I were him.

But how would I know exactly where he kept it? Would he tell me? He won't trust me. And neither will I. A small voice inside my head were giving suggestions, and each one seemed more ridiculous than the last. "Play with his affections". No! I can't! I won't! It's too harsh. Anyways it won't work after our last argument.

"Do whatever it takes".

It wasn't like I actually cared if I hurt his feelings. So what if I played him, he did worse things right?

I was just debating amongst myself when Harry entered the room, looking slightly paler than usual. I fell out of my seat but I quickly picked myself up. 'Harry. You look awful. Something wrong with your dad?' Why in the world was I being nice to him? My sworn enemy! You can't do that. It's low!

'He's um...not so good. But I think he just needs time to heal.' He gulped, running his fingers through his hair. 'Oh and I brought some clothes for you to change out of. They were Eleanor's, she won't be needing them anymore.' He handed me a small stack and white clothings.

I took it gingerly. Eleanor, could've it been my fault that she died? 'How's Louis doing?' Harry shook his head as he walked over to the bar and grabbed himself a bottle of beer. 'I will go change then...um...could you turn away?' He turned red and faced his back against me. I quickly removed Harry's shirt and slipped on a clean white long-sleeved shirt with a giant zipper in the front and a pair of white skin-tight shorts. 'I'm done. Harry, I didn't mean those things I said about your father. I'm sorry. I didn't know what you were going through.'

Harry took a long swig from the bottle and scoffed. 'Is this Azelynne? The one I knew would never apologize to me.'

Oh this was killing me. 'I felt b-bad for yelling at you just now. I hate arguing.' What a liar you were! I chided myself. I didn't regret shouting and screaming in his face. He deserved everything and should suffer worse.

'Is this even the real you? Hello? I would like to speak to Azelynne.' He smiled a bit.

'Oh this is me!' I reassured him. 'Hey, I was thinking, we don't know each other very well.' Great. What a way to start a conversation. Why in the world would I want to know him?! Can't think of a better line eh, Aze? Stupid girl! 'So let's sit down, and er ask questions about each other.' I plopped myself on the couch and patted on the space beside me. Harry didn't seemed sure but he sat down anyways.

'What have you done to the real Aze?' Harry laughed and took another sip of beer.

I shrugged. This wasn't going to work. 'I'll go first! What is your natural eye colour? Sometimes it's black, sometimes it's a brilliant green. That shouldn't happen.'

'It is green. I don't know about black...but...' Harry frowned slightly. 'Anyways, this is just for the sake of knowing, not that if it were to happen, or if it were anyone in particular, but if a guy did something terrible, something unforgivable, let's say he killed someone you loved dearly, would you date that guy? Even if he tried to make it up to her? Would there be a remote chance that he'd be forgiven?'

'That's an odd question. The answer is no though.' A laugh escaped from my mouth. 'How can I forgive that guy when, you said it yourself, he did something unforgivable? Silly boy! Haha!' Harry's face was crestfallen, not that I knew why but the situation became silent and awkward. I coughed a few times, breaking the silence. 'My turn. This is a random question. Just a really random question, don't take it personally.' I need to choose my words carefully. 'If you were to keep a key, a key to something really important, where would you hide it?' My heart was thumping loudly. I think I rushed the question.

'I w-' Harry looked at me with suspicion. 'Why would you want to know?' He demanded. As he rose from his seat and the front of his shirt drooped forward slightly, something small and glowing caught my eye, just hidden behind the neckline of his shirt, hanging from a neckband around his neck. My heart raced and I had to catch myself from lunging at him.

'It was just a random question.' I was momentarily off guard. How was I going to obtain the key like that? He would know! Anything! Do anything to save your sister. That was what I had told myself a million times. Even if I hated it. I sucked in a deep breath and got off the couch. 'Harry, I wanted to thank you for actually being nice to me. I was ungrateful. You saved my life once or twice perhaps? Thank you.' I walked towards him until we were very close, our chests touching.

That's when Harry edged back. 'Azelynne, I'm terrified out of my wits. What are you doing?' As I moved towards him, he took a step back. 'Aze,' He held his hands to stop me but I gently moved them away.

I chuckled. 'You can go into battle without fear, but you're afraid of what I'm going to do? I'm just gonna try a little something.' I placed my hands on his chest as his back hit against the wall. I rose on my toes and leaned forward slightly, tilting my head towards Harry's height. If it weren't for the uncomfortable feeling in my stomach, it would've been funny. Harry was fidgeting and fretting so much it almost looked cute.

'Aze, I'm really scared right now...' He mumbled, trying to edge back even more if that was possible. His styled curls tickled my face and I used a finger to brush them away.

'I won't hurt you.' I whispered as our noses touched. I could feel his warm breath on mine. Tilting my head forward slowly, my lips brushed against his soft ones. Harry was so surprised that he didn't respond, but I was shocked, mortified that I actually went and kiss him! This was wrong. It felt terribly wrong. How dare I do this? Still keeping my lips pressed gently on his, I put my arms around his neck and slowly tried to grab a hold on his neckband without being too obvious.

I let out a gasp as Harry suddenly kissed back. Hard. Deepening the kiss. I fiddled furiously for the key on the neckband. Unwillingly, my hands started running through his soft brown curls and tugging them playfully. I was getting limp in his arms. I was actually enjoying the way his soft lips moved in sync with mine. I didn't want the moment to stop. I felt two big hands on each side of my face as he pulled me closer, making the kiss more intense.

'I love you.' Harry muttered, our lips still connected, in his usual deep husky voice, sounding out of breath and raspy. I pushed his chest gently to break the kiss. He stared into my eyes, his green ones were wide open. Silence filled the room, except for our loud breathing, out chests heaving up and down, as we slowly processed what he just blurted out. Then he laughed with relief as if a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders. 'I love you Azelynne.' He repeated, his green orbs were so captivating.

He loves me. What was I doing here? I don't deserve to hear that line. 'Harry,' I felt myself crying. Crying with guilt. I really didn't want to hurt him. 'Harry, I'm so sorry. I'm such a horrible person!'

'What are you talking about?' He wiped my tears with his thumb and smiled, his dimples appearing. 'That was amazing. You are amazing.' He doesn't know. And he won't know. I wasn't going to break his heart now. He looked better than he ever did, his cheeks had a wonderful glow to it. I just can't ruin it for him.

'Hold me.' I whispered in his ear and he wrapped his strong arms around my waist, pulling me towards his chest. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and sobbed silently.

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(A/N) OOOOHHHH!!! I was so excited writing this chapter! It has some mushy parts! Ahahaha! Omg!!! This is like the longest kissing scene I ever wrote! I hope you guys enjoyed it! If you have any requests, don't be scared to tell me! Opinions are welcomed here :D