Harry Styles, a secret service agent working for British intelligence is tasked with finding the killer after a series of brutal but calculated murders across Europe. His mind is sharp, he's smart, arrogant and works with a precision that leaves no...
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Winter
On the drive home from Harry's parents' house he turned off the road without a word, because we both knew exactly where he was going. The waterfall. His waterfall. Hidden in the trees, tucked away like it was a secret just for us. The sun had begun to lower in the sky, casting a warm amber glow that shone through the canopy of leaves above us. Golden light shimmered on the surface of the water. The sound of the waterfall drowned out the rest of the world. Wind rustled gently through the branches, and birds still chirped even as the day fell into evening.
But I paid no attention to my surroundings. Why would I when I could stare only at Harry? I could stare at how the water glistened on his skin, how his hair curled onto his cheeks, how his lashes clumped together and looked longer, making his eyes look impossibly softer than usual. I watched him as his hand slid to my waist, gently, then he pulled me in. Our lips met slowly, and the world fell away completely. We'd danced in the water. We'd kissed between fits of laughter as we splashed each other, I'd tried to dunk him beneath the surface as he did the same to me, and we both came up for air with wide smiles and giggles. I laughed so hard my ribs ached, smiled so much my cheeks burned. There was nothing beyond this moment.
Once my fingers had begun to wrinkle and the night began, stars dotted across the sky, we were out of the water and wrapped ourselves in some blankets and towels that Harry brought from the car, saving us the freezing, damp journey back to the car.
But we didn't go back to the car, we wanted to stay in this sanctuary for as long as we could. So we lay on the blankets beneath the cherry blossom tree, staring up at the starry night sky through the gaps in the leaves, hidden beneath blankets and towels, our bodies pressed against each other to keep warm. The world outside of the trees didn't exist anymore.
A single pink petal fell from the tree and landed on Harry's cheek.
He didn't notice. He was too busy gazing up at the stars.
But I noticed.
Because I was too busy staring at him.
My cheek rested on the warm curve of his bicep, his skin so soft despite the strength beneath. His arm was curled around me, protectively, holding me against his side. One of my legs draped over his, as if we were trying to merge into one body just to be close and keep warm.
His chest rose and fell slowly beneath my hand, I'd been resting my palm on his heart, feeling the soft thud of his heartbeat. As he stared up at the sky, I let my gaze trace along the side of his face, the sharpness of his jaw, softened with how relaxed he was. The slope of his nose and the pout of his lips, parted just slightly.
I lifted my hand slowly, not wanting to disturb how peaceful he was, and brushed the pink petal from his cheek. He blinked, stirred slightly like he had been falling asleep, and then turned his head to face me. Our noses brushed. And we both smiled.
