Serenity [h.s]

Serenity

- Yeah, back when the first time we met, I was thinkin' 'bout sex but you told me not yet, I meant no disrespect I was just being honest, my only regret was, Never letting you know how I felt or what was up, That was too much Maker's in my cup
I was faded, too fucked up, And you probably think I'm an asshole.

Mr. Darcy: You must know...surely, you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I'd scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you; you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on. - Pride and Prejudice.

Summer Lowal

It's been a few days since we last arrived from Chicago. I haven't gone to the office yet, considering I needed to sort out myself away from Harry. It was strange really. My mind.. keeps telling me to stay away from this man. It keeps trying to persuade me that he is selfish and conceded and has no heart. But then, there's my heart. My soul. They whisper just below the loud voice in my mind, they whisper, give him a chance. He is more than you could imagine. His heart is as big as your mouth. His mind is as beautiful as your art. He is kind, he is sweet, he is gentle, yet he is rough in the best way. Give him a chance.

It's always hard to choose over your mind and heart.

I still have to talk to Carter. I haven't heard from him, nor do I have the energy to call or talk to anyone. The trip really drained me physically.

Mr. Styles was draining me emotionally, though.

In the best way.

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The next day

I open his office door and see him writing something on a file. I knock as I walk in and see him grin with those dimples that configure him differently really. He looked somehow different when he smiled. Like a a young boy.

I was intrigued deeply.

I let out a breath as I smile back. "Hey, Styles," he chuckles while standing up, buttoning his suit jacket, walking from behind the large wood desk, his body inching towards mine with every step we take closer to one another. My body was pulling itself towards his. It was just a reactant.

I set my things on the chair, my body molding into his as his arms wrap securely around me. My own around his torso.

"I missed you," he murmurs quietly. I didn't suppress my smile, I only inhaled his heavenly smell and pulled away, my hand going through my hair.

"Could've called you know?" I tell him with a smirk as I walk to the canvas that stands in front of the window, taking my paints with me and getting my things ready.

"Been busy," he tells me while sitting down in the chair.

"Ah," I say while focussing on the mixture of paints, my smirk still faint.

"How have you been, Summer?" I grab the brush and dip it into the dark-ish blue, spreading it to the background and color around his painted body.

"Hmm, I've been good, you?" I continue to paint and not look at him, not feeling the necessary to.

"I would've been great if I saw you, but you know how work is," oh how I've heard that so many times in my life.

My stomach twisted in a bad way but I brushed it away. I only nodded and licked my lips.