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Always-Chapter 4

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Dinner was dreadful. Although Mr. and Mrs. Styles were as kind as ever, Gemma's constant glares weren't helping much. I tried not to zoom out of my body, staying still on the ground. Your silence beside me was suffocating. I flinched slightly whenever our arms brushed. God, I hated myself for kissing you. I hated myself for even coming to your place. The moment I entered your door, I was doomed to my fate.

After dinner, you and Jane were to walk me to the door. "Did anything happen?" your very observant cousin asked, "you look really pale." I shook my head. My mouth felt dry as the memories rushed back. I wouldn't cry. No I wouldn't. "Alright then. I will just wait inside, yeah?"

Exhaustion consumed every of my energy to reject. I simply watched Jane returned to the house helplessly. With a soft click from the door, we were alone in the night.

Quietly, a roll of tear fell from my cheek as I stared on at the ground. I was so ashamed of myself.

"Don't," your voice came rapidly, I almost jumped out of my skin, "please don't cry."

I glared up at your beautiful face, hoping I could stay mad at you for longer. "Why? You don't care anyway."

"Why wouldn't I care?" came softly your voice, gentle as the feathers on an angel's wing. I watched your fingers twisted in hesitation. Then slowly, they raised to my face.

Your touch lingered on the trace of my tears. A frown appeared on your face. I wished I wasn't the reason to make you frown.

"You didn't want me to kiss you, did you?" I asked boldly, not caring about shame or dignity anymore. I just wanted to know the truth. Your hand stopped abruptly at the question. My heart felt cold in my throat. "I'm so stupid," I said softly, deeply disgusted by myself. Then suddenly, all the shame and fury just slipped out of my like a swirling balloon. Emptiness echoed in me, numbness began to eat my soul inside out.

"That's not true."

My eyes shot up upon yours. You were acting so normal now, like a boy without autism.

"Lies." I wouldn't believe you.

This time, I felt your finger under my chin, lifting my face up, forcing me to look at you. "Please, Klara. Is that why you've been feeling so upset all night?" I didn't realise how much you were talking. I was only acknowledged by the fact that I would surrander soon. Too soon.

A sigh parted your plump lips. I would never get angry at you, ever. "I'm just not used to it, that's all." I heard you mumble, "That's actually my..." your cheeks reddened. How I wanted to reach up and kiss them, "my first kiss."

We were silent until I echoed your words, "me too."

A hint of smile flashed past your face. "Klara..." you whispered my name. I thought my knees would give ways in any time. Your body showed hesitation. But slowly, you leaned n. I wanted to scream and jump but I was pinned to the ground by your charm. You still smell like mint, I thought, watching you close your eyes. Then I did the same.

You simply took my breath away.

Your hands carelessed my face, cupping my hot face in your warm, large hands. The world seemed to be whirling around us. My hands found their ways up and rest on your chests. How on earth did I get the courage to do so, I never knew. I just felt your strong chest raise and fall under my small hands, feeling the air slipped away in my lungs.

When we finally pulled away, your eyes told me that I was falling for you too hard, bonding to you forever and ever.

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After that, everything was a blur. When I finally tucked myself in, my head was full and awake. We knew it by then, after two kisses, we changed the way we act around each other, like magnets, like the sun and the stars. It needed not more to say about it. Things worked themselves together. And I thought we both knew it by heart.

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"You guys are together now, aren't you?" Jane asked during lunch. My reddened face answered her question. She stared at me with widened eyes.

"No. Not really," I said quickly, not wanting to explain at all.

"What is it then?"

I looked at her. The truth was, I didn't even know it myself.

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At first, I thought I was thinking too much. But when I glanced back with the hair on my neck stand up, I met his eyes. His hazel eyes under those wind swept hair. My heart skipped a beat when I realised he didn't look away, not even planning to do so. I turned my head towards the front at once, catching Jane's attention instantly. She put down her pen and looked over her shoulder as well. I watched her frown ,slowly returning to her chemistry notes. "He seems to have great interest in you, young lady," she muttered with a hint of humor.

"Who's that?" I asked anyway, shifting uncomfortably in my seat.

"Wesley Burton. Didn't have a nice time with him last term."

It peaked on my curiosity, "what happened?" Her cheeks flushed.

"It's nothing. We got into a fight. That's all." I blinked and peeked at her. Jane's eyes darted towards me. For a second, she looked confusion. Then she understood. "Oh hell to the no. We never date. Ever. We jsut got into a fight."

I wondered what had happened between them. At the same time, I had to say Wesley was really well built and good looking. My opinion was nicely proved when I saw girls next to him keep blushing and leaning over. Eventually, almost like a daily rountine, my thoughts drifted back to you.

After school, Jane had decided to visit you again. Of course, I knew what she was doing. Dear Jane was just trying to cover up for us. "How's your day, Harry?" she asked. We were sitting at the table in your backyard, homework and notebooks laid before us.

"Nice," you answered without looking up, our hands entwined. My heart was still beating faster then ever.

"Ahuh," Jane made a noise with her tongue, "Wes was staring at your girlie today."

You froze at once, "Wes?" I hoped your dear cousin would just shut up for a second.

"Yeah. Remember the annoying kid from my math class last term?"

Kid? I looked at Jane funny. She must have really hated that guy. Then I realised Harry was peeking at me with creased brows.

"I don't like it," you simply said.

"Neither do I," I assured you, flashing a faint smile. Gradually, you eyes torn away from mines. It was a moment or two before you started talking again.

"It's mum's birthday next week." We all looked at you expectantly. You swallowed, not meeting eyes with anyone. "And I think I have a plan for her present." Jane began to beam in exictement. I squeezed your hand slightly, awaiting for you to reveal your plan. Yet, when you did, I'd say I had never imagined anything like that.

"I'm going to audition for X-Factor."