Shades Of Styles

Destined to be together part two

"Oh my god" he steps back. "You're her" his eyes widen. I search his eyes for a second and realize I haven't said anything. I look down quickly at my wrist. The clock is gone. 

"Yeah...I guess I am" I look up and smile at him. 

"Harry" he shakes my hand. 

"(Y/N)" I let go. "So casual" I laugh. 

"So youre the love of my life?" 

"You say it like its a bad thing" I scrunch my eyebrows together.

"It's not....I've just spent the last 21 years with this time on my arm and I woke up today knowing I was going to run into the person I will spend the rest of my life with and now...here you are"

"I mean...are you excited? Am I who you pictured or...?" 

"I haven't pictured anyone. Just a woman with a blank face but...you're beautiful" 

"Thanks....you're..." I stop myself. 

"I'm?" 

"The adjective I have for you is more...not something I would use to describe a man" 

"Say it anyways"

"Gorgeous" I say quickly. 

"Gorgeous?" He laughs. 

"That was my first thought of you" I shrug. 

"Enchanting" he states. 

"What?" I ask. 

"Enchanting. That was my first thought of you" he explains. 

"How?" I question. 

"Your eyes...they're very enchanting." 

"Thank you" I blush. 

"You know what. This place is to loud. You wanna head back to my place?" 

"Sure" I nod. As we walk to his car he grabs my hand and I feel something there. Something different that wasn't there when we shook hands earlier...something amazing. This thought sets off  chain of events in my head. If this is what it's like to hold hands with him then I wonder what it's like to kiss him...that thought made me smile and so...I did just that. I stopped and pulled him to me. He gave me a confused look until I reached up and attached my lips to his. His hands find their way around my waist and mine around his neck. His wet lips kissing my softly, mine moving in motion with his. When I pull away he says nothing and stares at me. Then he pulls me again for the same kiss, this time stronger and the spark I had just felt, felt like fireworks. Time slows down, the world around is still and I know this is a cliche way of describing this feeling but I have no other way. When we pull away every thing speeds back up. 

"Wow" we both say at the same time. 

"Sorry, I've never kissed a guy I just met..." I apologize. 

"None of them were destined to be with you" he winks and we keep walking. Where do we go from here? A date? Do I move I with him. Does he purpose? I don't know how this works. We know we're suppose to be together forever but...I wish their was someone to tell me. Wait! Of course, my mother. She knows. She's been through this with my dad. Together for 32 years and counting thanks to these damn clocks we get when we are born. I know that's weird to think when we're babies we already know when we will meet the love of our lives, when we're children we don't care about that but as you get older and the clock gets closer you start to wonder. 

Some people are lucky enough to meet them when they're young and the clock goes away after only a few years. That's what it is for my younger sister. She's 17, my moms best friend had a son around the same time my mom had my sister. They met at 6 months old and the clocks instantly went away. Of course I had to wait till I was 20. It doesn't matter, I'm here now. Holding his hand and looking at him and knowing he's the only guy I will ever be with.