For your eyes only, I show you my heart.
For when you are lonely, and forget who you are.
I am missing half of me, when we were apart.
Now you know me, for your eyes only.
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Harry changes his stance slowly. He is pretty much taller than me. He is looking down to me, trying to meet my eyes, but I keep my head straight looking enchanted to the birds that show out of his buttons t-shirt , which has nearly the half of them unbuttoned.
"Fuck, talk to me" He has said this several times now but this time makes a difference when his right hand moves to my jaw with intentions of getting to make us have eye contact.
I refuse to let him get to look at me so easily so I get his hand apart before I get to look up at his gaze. This is surprisingly easy for me to do since he probably hadn't expect me to do it.
He may seem slightly surprised. I look to both of my sides, yet avoiding his gaze. He has dropped his right arm and is not against the wall anymore, not like the left arm, which still remains against the wall.
I could just walk away if I wanted to but first, I need to hurt him. I need it. I need to make him feel just as bad as I feel every time I look at him, at his precious green eyes.
Oh lord. He is so stunning to look at, that's something that never changed about him I guess. I am afraid I could forget the past in a blink. I could forget he left me and go back to him.
But the reason I won't is my family. My brother and my parents are the reason I am just not letting go of my pride and forgiving him.
I, finally, meet his eyes willingly and I swear I can feel my heart beating faster. I don't know if he can feel it but something inside me is screaming that it's obvious that my heart beat has changed so drastically.
There is barely a trace of the green of his eyes because his pupils are way too big, leaving a really thing green line around them. But what's most breathtaking it's how fucking close his face is to mine, thing I hadn't realise before now. His pink lips are separated from each other, making his breath hit right in my face. His breath smells to alcohol and cigarettes but he isn't drunk so I wonder what he was doing before he saw me but now I can imagine.
I place my hands in his chest and I feel his heart racing intensely. His eyes don't look at mines anymore, his glaze is now occupied running wildly all over my face, like if he was going to leave again. And that hurts me. Even thought it shouldn't.
One of his hands moving catches my attention but it only removes the hair that's closer to my face and takes it slowly behind my ear, barely touching my face with his bare fingers in its way. I do expect him to kiss me anytime now and I don't think I will get apart. Even thought I should. Because of Adam and because of xxxx.
For my surprise, he doesn't lean on to kiss me as I had expected, and I feel a slightly deception, but when his eyes start watering I place my hands on his face, not caring about consequences and bending his head down a few more centimetres.
"I should have been the first" He says as he leans on closer and gets his lips over mines in the sweetest way I remember.
Deep inside I can't deny I wanted this as much as him.
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Hello !
I am Sarah and that's the preface of my first novel 'Obstinacy' .
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