give me love • styles

f i v e

so another update before i hit the hay.

17th June

Day 24

76 days to go

the only thing that kept interrupting his mind was guilt.

yes, it was guilt that blurred his eyesight everytime he looked at her.

nope, it wasn't just when he looked at her.

it was when he thought of her, which was practically one quarter of his day.

well, it wasn't much - but it definitely meant something.

the heartbroken look in her eyes haunted her - even when he wasn't at the library.

it seemed like she had followed him back home.

the thought of her haunted him, and it made him feel somehow different.

it made him seem alive.

god dammit Harry.

the thought of her being so close to him yesterday, made him feel intimidated.

don't ask him why - he just felt the feeling.

maybe it was the way her skin seemed so velvety up close, and how her lips were so pink in front of him.

he wondered if her tears would drop, or would they slide down her cheeks,

anyhow he would still wipe them away with his calloused fingers - and maybe cup her cheeks in his large hands.

seriously harry - this wasn't really a right thing to do, he thought.

he took a glance at her, and she was still in the fiction shelves, and today she looked typical.

if she only knew her typical was amazingly beautiful.

she wore some black pants, that were fitting her like some jumpers but they had a different kind of fabric - he didn't know much about fashion.

she wore a white shirt, like yesterday - except today her black shirt showed off from below her thin fabric.

he knew she had lots and lots of white shirts, according to how different they looked.

it was like his obsession with dark tees, and that was her obsession with white shirts.

well, maybe.

her hair was in a ponytail, and he was watching her from a far.

he knew she stole glances of him that morning, but he just waited for the perfect time to come up to her.

he was a nice guy - just cold-hearted sometimes.

okay maybe not sometimes.

it was near to closing times, and he closed his eyes before huffing a breath.

"Hi."

"Hello, may I-,"

her sentence disappeared into thin air once she looked at him. she wasn't expecting this, thus her next action.

"What do you want?" her tone was somehow cold, but not cold enough.

Harry sighed, "forgiveness."

she looked at him, her mouth open and that worried harry - if she didn't close it, a fly might enter.

"I'm Harry - Harry Styles." he decided to say something, shrugging off the awkwardness floating in the air.

he didn't want to wait, and decided to turn around.

but his actions were stopped when her voice was heard.

"Ally. short for Allison Peters."

she held out her hand for him to shake. she knew it was somehow impossible, but he was greeting her - she had to grab the chance while she had it, right?

he shook her hand, and she smiled at how his hands were larger than hers.

he was staring at their handshake too.

"well, can you help me find some sherlock holmes? i love mysteries, and he happens to be my favourite."

ally grinned at him, and her stomach fluttered at the sight of his lips slightly curved up.

no, it wasn't a full on smile - but she'd take it anyways.

she nodded, and led the way to the collection of books that harry happened to like.

this was good, this was enough.