Only You {h.s}

Chapter Fourteen*

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My hair whips out of my face and falls down my back as I swing.  Back and forth.  Back and forth.  A simple motion to focus on instead of whatever just happened in my living room.

I shiver in the cool breeze, but stay on the swings that face a little mucky pond.  The grass is overgrown in a way that could be mistaken as messy and unkempt, but I think it's pretty.  I found this playground about 3 blocks from my house right when I moved in with Louis.  I come here a lot, but he doesn't even know it exists.  It's run down and broken and it's my favorite place.

One second I was laying in my bed, scrolling through tumblr, and the next I hear my brother and my – whatever Harry is – fighting about me.  I don't want people to fight about me; it isn't worth it.  Maybe I should just do whatever Louis says, so he doesn't get mad. 

But I don't know if I could go without Harry now that I've had just a little taste of being with him.  Sure, nothing we've done has been very serious, but I don't want to go back to before.  Before any of this happened.  Those few days Harry was living with us before Zayn attacked me feel like so long ago. 

Harry makes me feel a way I don't know how to describe.  I'm not used to my heartbeat racing in a good way.  I feel so protected with him.  He makes me forget about my past, something I've never been able to do.

I hear a car door slam behind me.  I sigh, knowing there are only two possible people it could be.  I stop swinging and kick my feet back and forth in the dirt, waiting for whoever it is.

I feel a presence beside me.  I turn to my left and see Harry sitting in the swing next to mine.  His eyes hold a mixture of concern and relief; it's strange.

"You come here a lot?" 

I nod. "Mhm, I like it here."

"It's peaceful," he says quietly. 

We sit in silence for a few minutes, rocking back and forth slightly on our swings. 

"How much of that did you hear?"

"Your yelling got my attention," I mumble.  "I hate it when people yell."  He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry, Mer.  I didn't mean for you to hear us fighting."

We fall silent again.  Harry and I sneak little glances at each other.  I find it a little odd that Louis didn't come find me, but I'm glad it was Harry instead.  He has a way of making me feel safe without even trying.

I feel better just sitting next to him.  In fact, he always has that affect on me.  Why should I give that up just because Louis disapproves? 

"I'm not a kid," I speak up, my voice surprisingly unwavering.

"I know."

"I'm eighteen." 

He nods at me.

"Louis can't stop me from making my own choices."  I get up and stand in front of him. 

He looks up at me, his iridescent green eyes shining into mine.  He's clearly enjoying this newfound confidence in my voice.  He rises to his feet and we are standing about 3 inches apart. 

"And what would you choose?" Harry asks. 

He reaches up and cups my cheek, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.  

"Hmm?  Tell me, angel," he rasps, our noses brushing together as he leans down. 

My breath hitches in my throat and I realize I can't actually verbalize what I want.  Instead, I press my lips to his.  He responds immediately, taking dominance over the kiss.  He holds my face in his hands as we move our lips together in perfect sync.