more than this ;; h.s

Prologue

I sucked in a breath of the humid air, looking around the room with tired eyes.

Bodies pressed up against each other, interlocking lips and hands tangled in hair was all I could see each corner I turned.

I rolled my eyes and started to walk through the hazy room, feeling a little claustrophobic as I weeded through the sea of bodies.

"Excuse me, sorry." I said politely to a couple in front of me. They just grunted at the disturbance, but let me pass anyway.

"All the fucking love," I muttered under my breath.

I grabbed a plastic cup from the table and filled it up with what I hoped would be un-spiked coke.

The bitter taste I received when I swallowed the coke confirmed my hopes.

My hand found my wavy brown hair, running it through the long locks and sighing.

I did not want to be here right now.

My roommate had forced me to go to this party when I had mentioned I'd never been to one before.

I honestly didn't care that I hadn't been to one; it wasn't really my thing. I'd much rather be cooped up inside with a good book and a couple of seasons of supernatural.

Sure, the concept of the party seemed fun; getting ready, the music, maybe even the drinks, but when you had no one there with you, things get boring. And fast.

My roommate had gone off with a boy, giving me a wink before heading in the opposite direction, leaving me by myself.

Asha was a fun girl, one of my best friends, actually. She was out there and didn't really care about what people thought of her.

The life of the party.

Her and I are completely different, and not just in personalities, but also looks.

She had short, blonde hair, bright emerald eyes and pale skin, whereas I had hazel eyes, long, dark brown, wavy hair and tan skin.

Completely different.

I tugged at the hem of my dress, the black leathery material sticking to my hot skin.

I sauntered away from the drinks table and off into the main room again, a dubstep remix blasting through the speakers, meeting my sensitive ears.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, about to dial Asha's number, when a voice called out behind me.

"Isla?"

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Without looking behind me, I sprinted off in the opposite direction, going as fast I could in these damn heels.

"Isla, wait!" he shouted, closer behind me this time.

I was just about to turn a corner when I stepped on a plastic cup.

Which was enough to make me fall over.

"Ow, fuck." I cursed as I fell to my knees, caressing my injured ankle.

"Isla- Isla?" he looked down at me, concern evident in his beautiful eyes, "Are you okay?" he crouched down beside me, looking at me.

"I'm fine." I nodded, but as I tried to get up I let out a little whimper, making his eyes go a dark shade of green.

"C'mon, we have to get you some ice." he said, sliding one arm under my knees and the other holding onto my waist, carrying my bridal style.

"Harry, you don't have to-"

"Yes, I do. You're a damsel in distress and I must be your Prince Charming to save you." he said firmly, eyebrows furrowing at my statement.

"I am no "damsel in distress", Mr Styles," I mocked, using air quotes, "I am a fearless warrior."

"Alright, a fearless warrior you may be." he agreed, "But you still need saving by Prince Charming."

"Price Charming?" I scoffed.

"Yes. That is I." he flicked his brown curls out of his face and looked up.

I stifled a giggle at his silliness.

He came into the kitchen and placed me on the countertop, lifting up my leg gently to inspect my ankle.

"It looks pretty bad." he grimaced, looking down at my swollen skin.

He left me to get a bag of frozen peas from the freezer, coming back with a sympathetic look on his face, "This might hurt," he looked down at my ankle, "But it'll be good relief."

I nodded, closing my eyes in pain as he pressed the cold object to my ankle.

"You didn't tell me you'd be here." he said, his British accent like music to my ears.

"Sorry, dad." I said, emphasis on the word 'dad'.

He raised his hands up in surrender, "I just didn't think parties were your thing." he shrugged.

"They're not," I rolled my eyes, "My stupid roommate made me come."

"Well, I'm glad she did." he said, looking down at his feet.

"And why's that?"

He looked up at me with big eyes, those green ones I'd fallen in love with, "Because I miss you."

I sighed, done with this conversation, "Harry...you can't just do this to me. Leave me and then expect me to come running back? I loved you and you used that against me. I-"

His lips crashed against mine, stopping me from finishing my sentence. My first instinct was to push him away, but I soon relaxed into it, lacing my arms around his neck and kissing him back. I felt him smile against my lips and his hand left my waist to get tangled in my hair, the other one still holding the peas against my ankle. Quite skilfully, actually. I pulled him closer into me and bit his lip playfully, turning my head, our noses bumping accidentally.

I was the first to pull away. The kiss only lasted a few minutes but it felt like forever.

"Obviously you miss me too." he said, a smug smirk on his face.

"Asshole."

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sup, y'all.

this was originally planned out to be just a one shot but I liked it a lot so I thought I'd turn it into a fanfic.

anyways, hope you enjoyed.

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love,

maddi xo