Breath

Chapter 1-graduation

folding up my cap and gown, handing it to my mom,

people mill around saying good byes, congradulations, and getting pictures with fellow graduates stand outside the school with my parents, grand parents and older brother Robert, talking about my plans for the future. considering the fact i just graduated.

"I still think teaching sounds good for you ebony." my mom states crossing her arms and giving me that judgmentle stare.

all I can do is role me eyes. she's been saying the same thing for years.and frankly I've pretty much decided to go that way even though it wasn't much of an option.

"bye Eb!!" I turn to see a few of my friends standing there with their arms out. I give them a big hug amd agree to a few pictures.

The crowd suddenly goes quiet, and everyone turns and looks toward the street where a giant black suv rolls up. "what's going on?" I ask my friend, and she only shrugs. then a man gets out. he seems to be in his early 20's and his curly brown hair fluffed backwards, sunglasses resting on his nose, tight black shirt and pants,  and tattoos all over his arms.

where on earth do I know this guy?

people start yelling the name Harry and run towards him. this harry guy makes his way in my direction. I used to call marcel harry...

I notice those familiar lips as he approaches and those eyes....

"Ebony?" he asks wipping his glasses off and shoves them in his pocket.

"Marcel...?"

when he smiles I know its him. marcel.

I jump into his arms hugging him tight, and I can feel his strong arms around me.

"god I've missed you." I say into his neck

when he graduated, marcel packed up and moved to London to pursue his singing, which I never knew he even did... then I hadn't heard from him since. I assumed it didn't work out and he moved down south like he's always wanted.

"you look wonderful." he whispers leaning back and taking me in as I giggle like a 13 yearold. I had the biggest crush on him for the last few months before he left and I never had the chance to tell him.

"you look, so, different." I say running my hand across his chest making sure he was actually infront of me.

"is that a bad thing?" he laughs with his hands on my waist.

"not at all."

then I notice everyone staring, their eyes locked on us in shock and snapping pictures.

"I want to take you to dinner." he says quietly, and I nod and give him another hug. I turn to my family who is beyond confused. "you guys, its marcel," I whisper and then they realise and hug him as well.

"lets go." he says taking my hand and guiding me back through the crowd to the suv. and once the door closed behind me I took a deep breath.

i used to call him harry before he moved..

harry styles. how did I not notice before? it was sitting infront of me this whole time

he leans back folding his hands together and laughs, obviously amused as everything clicks together in my brain.

"I missed you, you know." he says looking down at his feet and I see his cheeks grow pink so I rest my hand in his knee.

"I think about you every day." I admit squeezing his knee gently.

a lump rises in my throat, no. I can't cry. not here.

"Eb. you're crying..." damn it.

"no. I'm fine." I lie and look out the window, watching trees wiz by, but harry takes me chin and turns my face towards him, my face only inches from his.

breath ebony. breath.

then he leans in closer, and plops a kiss on my nose. my heart is in my throat and I giggle slightly, my cheeks warm.

"you're still a dork." I say and lean into his chest and he wraps his arm around me holding me close. I don't want to him to let go, Im afraid if I move then he'll disapear again.

****

when we arive at the restraunt people got note of him being in town, and fans wait outside hoping for a chance to see Marcel, well Harry.

"keep close." he says and helps me out of the car. the fans go bazerk, screaming as loud as they can and trying to push pass the gaurds to touch him. Harry intertwines his fingers with mine, holding me close, and I nearly trip on his heals. we are guided to the back of the restraunt to a more private section.

"holy crap Harry." I laugh as he pulls me chair out then pushing it back in once I sit. "how do you get used to that?"

he sits down himself, and laughs, "I don't."

I just look at him. his new, more stylish hair, the tight fitting clothes, and the tattoos covering his arms. but still the same green eyes, skinny little legs, and that dorky yet stunning smile.

"what?" harry asks blushing and laughing

"You just look really god, har."

"you too. you've grown up in just one year." he says giving me a big grin.

"how long are you here?"

"just the week."

then before I can think I kind of just say it, "you should stay with me until you leave."

and the moment it leaves my lips, I want to take it back, he probably has some high end hotel booked and better places to be then with me.

"I would love that."

what. seriously.  breath ebony. breath.