Papillon - HS

Chapter 33

Harry Styles' POV:

We are currently on our way to Detroit for our next show. Everyone else is hanging out at the back room but I don't know if I am back in the little club again.

I've fucked up time and time again. I have no idea of how to even talk to Victoria. It's been a week since I told Mia to leave. I thought that would make her happy. But now that I think of it, I should have never told her to stay in the first place.

As if any other girl could make me feel like Victoria does.

Since then I have been trying to get her attention as much as I can but I can't seem to be able to even hold her gaze for more than three seconds. She's just so...angry.

I can still remember the whole speech I had prepared for when we were going to get dinner. I was going to joke about the eavesdropping, tell her she sang Girl Crush beautifully and let her know absolutely everything I think about her. The whole concert thing was just a kind of secret confession of feelings that I knew only she would understand. But of course it blew up in my face, I forgot things are not how they used to be before. I forgot how hard it is for me to actually let her know what goes on in my mind ever since I met her.

Like the way her eyes shine when she talks about the things she like, the way her hair moves effortlessly whenever she walks, how her eyes widen for a tiny second before she errupts in laughter. She has this face she does when she listens to something she can't quite understand. Her nose scrunches up and its the cutest thing I've ever seen.

And don't even get me started on her voice.

Her voice is music itself. She doesn't even have to be singing for her to sound angelic. But when she does, it seems like my heart beats ten times faster. The way she closes her eyes and allows music to move within her, just to escape her lips in the most beautiful way. I get goosebumps just thinking about it.

I haven't stopped thinking about it, not since last night.

Maybe it wasn't great the way she chose to sing a song from my ex but she still did an amazing job. I can honestly say her little musical number was the best of the night. The guys and I are the actual singers but she just looked like she was born to be on the stage. She moved gracefully and sang every single lyric with such passion.

Victoria looked giddy, excited. She looked happy. I hadn't seen her be that happy in a long time. The crew sang with her and that just seemed to excite her even more. I was completely hipnotized with every note, every word.

I'm just confused at her choice of song.

I've heard her say before that she normally sings that whenever she has to do karaoke.

But there is something about last night that makes me think there might be something more to it. I may be going crazy. Maybe its the way I just want to be with her. But there had to be meaning behind the words, right?

I mean, she kept looking at me. Almost as if she was making sure I was listening to the words. And I was. Of course I was.

I do belong with her.
I know that.

But does she?

I sighed and looked for my water bottle around my cot.

I let out a frustrated sigh when I realized I had no water but was dying of thirst. The fridge was at the back of the bus so I would have to make my way over to where they were. I opened the curtain and hopped out of the cot.

I could already hear them talking and laughing. I could not help but smile when I heard her laugh.

I shook my head and took a deep breath, getting mentally prepared for the halting of conversation as soon as I enter the room.