Chapter 48

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KIARA

I enter the small space that has a few bookshelves full with books making me smile. I'm lucky I found a hotel that has a library in it or something like it at least. I run my hand throygh some of the books in a row, thoughst runing vigourolsy in my mind about a lot of things all related to one person.

I pick a book and look around for a place to sit and find a small couch enough for me to comfortbaly rest my legs on too.

I flip the first page of the copy of....Pride and Predgudice. Why do I do this to myself?

"I didn't get you anything." I pout and he smiles.

"That's alright. Now open it and tell me if you like it." He tells me and I smile and slolwy start unwrapping the present. And then I gasp, fanning my face unavle to believe what he got me.

"This is-" she looks at me, not finishing her sentence. "How'd you know I love these books?" She asks me, completely surprised and still looking at the books flipping a few pages.

"I saw your phone. You were reading Pride and Prejudice on your phone and then once I saw your library when you left your phone in the living room." I told her. I feel bad I looked at her phone but it was only to see what she liked.

"These are the first editions. Must have cost a lot!" she says looking at the back of the books and I'm thankful I removed the price tags.

"You don't worry about that now. Just tell me you like them." I smile.

"Like them? I love them! Thank you Harry!" She hugs me and I realise she called me 'Harry' for the first time. "Um I mean, Mr. Styles." She corrects herself after pulling away.

"Go ahead and call me Harry, love." I smile and she looks at me curiously.

There's always going to be something that'll take me to him. Why-how is everything revolving around him? I'm not even halfway through this book but I've managed to already visualise him in the book as the guy and me as the girl. I know it sounds cliche-hell, I hate how I make everuything about us now. Dreams. Thoughts. Conversations. Movies. Books.

A gust of wind snaps me back inot reality and back to focusing on the book. But something seems to be not right, or rather not supposed to happen. I have a gut feeling that something might happen and I may not be mentally and physically able to witness it.

You know when you're running away from the one thing you truly love...well, only loved I'd say. And then miraculously that person happens to feel the same way abiut you too like you wished he would be. But that happens in fairy tales.

I used to wish he would love me like I loved him. I ran away because I believed-more like, let myself convince myself that it was just a useless illusion and that I shouldn't be dwelling on stupid feelings.

"She cheked in? Yes, her name is Kiara Everleigh Elise-yes. Can I please know which room she is staying in?" I'm not even supposed to be hearing that voice. But the fact that I am is making me stand up and walk towarsd the voice even though part of me knows I'm probably daydreaming again and that none of this is real. I still follow the voice.

"Can I please know the relationship you have with her?" I freeze when I enter the lobby and witness what's not supposed to be happeneing but is.

"I'm her-I um. We're close." he breathes and I melt. We're close.

"Okay. She's in room 221." the receptionist says with a smile. One second. He's turning toiwarsd the lift but stops. One more second and then I feel his footsteps closer and closer until he crashes his body with mine in a much needed hug. My arms automatcially wrpa arpound him, my head resting on his chest, listenin to his franbtic heartbeat.

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