When Beatle Met Lennon // h.s

Chapter Fifteen - Into the Sky

Fifteen – Into the Sky

Daddy grabs my hand

and pulls me out of the window

into the sky,

pulls music out of my pockets.

“It’s time you learn to fly.”

He says,

And vanishes.

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Harry’s POV

I tell myself it’s ridiculous to go all the way back to the café, that there’s no way in the world she’s going to be there. It’s been four days, and ever since I first said those words, I’ve regretted them. I know they aren’t true, but I was so, so pissed off and hurt when I said them that I didn’t even stop to think before they were hurtling out of my mouth.

After she had run away, Lachie punched me across the jaw, nearly breaking it. “I’M GAY,” he had roared. He had continued yelling at me but I hadn’t heard him. Those two words echoed inside my head as I did nothing but stand there and watch possibly the only girl I’ve ever given myself to fully run away from me.

I can still see her distraught face as the scene plays over and over again inside my head, like it’s on a constant loop, haunting me day and night. The lads weren’t talking to me at all, were all ignoring me.

The reason I was going to the café was because I had somehow finally managed to convince Lachie to get Kat to come down on the pretence of meeting him. She didn’t know I would be there. I just hope she will actually show up.

I push open the door and the bell above it rings merrily, alerting the patrons to my presence. I glance around and there she is.

Standing at the counter, facing me with a broken expression gracing her face. I take a step towards her, causing her to take one back. Hurt flashes through me, quick and sharp, but I push it down. I deserve it. She must see something in my eyes, because her features soften slightly. 

I take this as a good sign, and take another tentative step towards her, when she doesn’t move I take another and another until I’m standing right in front of her, almost close enough to touch if either us were to reach out.

“Why are you here?”

Katrina’s POV

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I cringe. They come out harsh, like I'm trying to lash at him with my words, but I don’t try and take them back.

Harry looks shocked and hurt, stepping back unsurely. We stand there in silence, almost as if the noise of the café and outside world has faded away. I look into his eyes and find myself falling more and more into them.

He tilts his head slightly, causing a stray curl to flop across his eyes. It takes all of my strength not to reach out and brush it back, not to take either side of his face and feel his lips on mine.

“I guess I should start from the beginning, then?” I say, letting out a deep breath and closing my eyes. I open them again and look up at Harry. He nods and I tell him everything from the time he left to hail a taxi to the moment he saw me kissing Lachie. Then I tell him about all my insecurities and fears, I lay myself out in front of him, I bare my soul for him to do as he pleases.

I try to steady my voice, try to keep it from shaking. I take a deep breath, readying myself for what I'm about to say next.

"So, now that you know everything, all my faults and insecurities, I only have one question for you. Do you still want me? Because I know I still want you. I know I still love you, and I'm not sure how I'll survive if someone else walks out on me.”

My voice breaks but I barrel on. “I don’t think I could handle it, being left alone, I mean.” I look up at him, tears lining the bottom of my eyes.

He stares at me incredulously. "I'm the one with all the flaws, Kitten. I stuffed up; I overreacted and wouldn't listen to what you had to say. I jumped to conclusions and I hurt you so much." He sucks in a breath.

"And now I’m looking at you,” he says, “and you’re asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me happier than anything else ever has. I knew the second I met you that there was something about you I needed. Turns out it wasn’t something about you at all. It was just you.” He stops, shakes his head. He looks up and laughs without humour.

“I never dared give much of myself to anyone before – bits of myself to the lads, to the fans maybe, but it took years to do it – but, Kat, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.”

I nod silent tears chasing tracks down my cheeks as I reach out towards him. He grabs me and crashes his lips against mine, and I swear there were fireworks. Our tongues have fallen madly in love and gotten married and moved to Paris.

I hear Lachie cheering widely, practically bouncing off the walls. The other customers in the café begin to clap. Guess our confessions weren’t so private, then.

Harry pulls back and rests his forehead against mine, looking down at me tenderly and wiping away my tears with the pad of his thumb. I smile up at him.

“I love you, Harold Edward Styles.” I say, clasping each side of his face in my trembling palms, stroking his cheeks with my thumbs.

“Oh, God,” he whispers, reaching his hand behind my neck and bringing my lips to his. “Let’s let the whole fucking world explode this time.”

And we do.