Songs:
Anyway: Chris Brown Ft. Tayla Parx
I'm Yours: Alessia Cara
Under The Stars: John Legend
A Sky Full Of Stars: Coldplay
A.J.'s POV
The last few days of torture had finally come to an end and I was finally going to see Harry tonight. If it weren't for the training I was able to do with Michael while I was here, I probably would have stayed up every night just thinking instead of getting sleep. I was a little sore, which I didn't mind. It was an amazing feeling to be back in the ring and have someone to actually spare with. Most of my days were divided in five. In the mornings, I would spend time with Alicia, learning new dishes and gardening. In the afternoon, I usually went out somewhere with Eva, either shopping or meeting up with old friends. Around five, I made my way to the gym and spent about two or so hours there with Michael. Once I got back home, I would spend a quiet evening with Alice, getting the house ready for Christmas before heading off to bed.
I was glad that Harry was a little busy and really didn't have time to text or call as often as he wanted to. I did miss him, more than I had cared to admit, but I really did enjoy having some time apart from him. For once in what seemed like a very long time, what I did, didn't have to revolve around Harry. Or so I naively wanted to believe.The truth was, I thought about Harry even when I wasn't aware of it.
I had already planned on what I was going to wear tonight, but that was before our fight and our time apart. Now I had found myself nervous and a little annoyed with my choice in clothing. I went through my new clothes, trying on outfit after outfit on until I found one I liked and thought Sam would approve of. It was a simple white long sleeved dress that flowed out at the waist and reached the middle of my hips and paired it with black tights and heels.
As I made my way to the venue, I grew a little self conscious about my appearance. Well, it was more along the lines that I was nervous to see Harry after I had left without saying a word. I just felt like blaming it on my appearance was easier for me to handle, besides, my new haircut was a bit drastic. I stared at my black heels, tapping the tips together, entertaining myself. Sooner rather than later, we were finally there. I stepped out of the car, smoothing out my dress a little more than I needed to before following someone through an endless series of doors.
Harry's POV
I sat there anxiously waiting for Katarina to walk through the door. Feeling like I was going to burst, just sitting there, I finally stood up, pacing around the room in circles. That was, until I had a thought. Knowing Katarina, she would be asked to be taken to see her best friend Samara before coming to meet me. I grabbed my phone off the couch and headed to the area Samara had been with the rest of the crew, waiting for the show to start.
As I walked in, I noticed Samara hugging someone in a white dress, she seemed different, but the palpitations from my chest knew it was Katarina. Once Samara noticed me at the back of the room, she turned Katarina around, pulling her attention from everyone and facing her towards me. What I saw, left me speechless.
Her lips were the perfect shade of red that I loved so much, and she looked beautiful as ever in her white dress. But, what caught my attention was her hair. She cut it. It was still long, but it was different, not to mention the very noticeable bangs. I stared at her for a long moment, taking in her new appearance. She smiled wearily before taking a few strides towards me.
Once I had noticed she was moving, I met her halfway, bringing both my hands up to cup her face, pressing my lips to hers, earning hoots and hollering from our friends. But, I didn't care. I hadn't seen her in days and despite our problems and our impending conversation, I missed her and needed to be close to her and kiss her until my lips fell off.
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Hollow (Harry Styles) #Wattys2016
FanfictionI cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an ins...