Secrets (h.s)

14

Harry's hand squeezed mine when we reached the double doors.

I stood there a second, just staring. The doors were so much bigger up close.

C'mon Kylie, suck it up. You already look fucking weak.

I shook my head lightly and started moving forwards abruptly, startling Harry. 

Soon I felt Harry's lanky fingers slip from mine, only to connect with the handles on the ginormous doors in front of us.

He met my eyes with a smirk, hands just resting on the door. I raised my eyebrows challengingly before he looked forward again and finally pushed the doors open.

As soon as the doors opened a gust of cold air blew my hair from my face. I unintentionally shivered and took a step forward.

The inside completely shocked me. On the outside, the main building, the one we were in, was large and looked like a regular warehouse, the other smaller buildings surrounding it looking more homely.

But the inside was completely furnished like a beautiful lobby. There were people rushing around everywhere and everyone was dressed in all black. Black.

My people.

My instant thought made me laugh at myself and Harry gave me a confused face. I shrugged and started moving further in.

The ceilings were extremely high and the very top had a large opening of glass.

My eyes were wide as they guided and scanned over every door, piece of furniture, and serious looking face in the room.

My eyes landed on a familiar face and soon chestnut eyes locked on mine. Zayn. They glinted and he smiled at me, while waving me to him.

I looked at Harry and he nodded. I began my short journey forwards, expertly dodging between bodies and roaming hands without bumping into one person.

Guess school does teach life lessons.

When I finally reached the lean man, he pulled me into a warm hug, his hands coming to rest just above my ass.

He smelled of cigarettes and a foreign cologne and I breathed in his smell.

My hands soon wrapped around his neck and I squeezed him back, him leaning down but I still needed to stay on my tippy-toes.

Damn it sometimes I hate being 5'2.

I was the one to pull back, when I felt he was letting his hands linger a little too close to my bum.

Zayn moved his intense gaze to Harry and he nodded curtly. Harry nodded back with a clenched jaw.

"Zayn, good to see you." I said with a smile, shifting to move back beside Harry. I smiled wider as he protectively curved his arm around my waist.

Awe he's being possessive. How cute, Harry's jealous.

"Definitely likewise." He said slowly.

Harry's grip tightened on my waist and I steered the conversation to a different subject.

"This place is..." I drifted off thinking for the right word before finishing with, "Big."