Butterflies (A Harry Styles Love Story) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 10 - Big Mistake

It had been two days since my encounter with Harry in my room. I hadn’t seen him since; in fact I had hardly seen anyone. Niall had popped up at my door last night and we had a short chat, only about an hour or so before I told him how tired I was and he left me to get some sleep. I hadn’t lied, I was tired, just not physically but more emotionally, I was always thinking about what Harry had said to me. His face kept making its way back into my mind even when I tried to not let it to. I wasn’t to know why he hadn’t appeared since but I wasn’t going to pester the matter seeing as my emotions were far from stable at this moment in time and I didn’t need a certain curly haired boy confusing the matter further.

 I was currently sat in the small tea shop I had discovered only a week or so ago, strange because it felt like so much had happened yet I’d hardly actually done anything it was more the business of my mind than general tasks. From the window I could see the shop where the bracelet that I so badly wanted was still on display, it was a ridiculous dream though, way beyond my budget. I sighed, gulping down the last mouthful of my hot chocolate and stood up. I wrapped my thick, burgundy, chunky knit scarf around my neck twice and pulled on my light grey duffel coat before securing my burgundy beanie atop of my head. It had got an awful lot colder recently, with news reports saying that it was to be the coldest winter for over forty years. I loved winter though, the crisp mornings and long cosy evenings, tucked up inside, sheltered from the cold with a blanket, a cut of tea and typical Saturday night television or whatever other junk was available. I decided to take the long way home, as I often did, it gave me an excuse to walk through the local park. I couldn’t wait for snow to fall, I was sure that it would look even more beautiful covered in a thick layer of powdery snow which crunched under your feet as you walked.

Pushing the buds of my headphones into my ears and pressing play on my phone, I dug my hands deep into my pockets, watching as my breath escaped my mouth in a white streak in the cold air. I was lost in my music, John Mayer’s Free Fallin’ echoing through my ears and taking over my mind. It had always been a dream of mine to see him perform live; there was something incredibly soothing about his voice and the rawness of his voice would never fail to give me goose bumps – not that you could tell in this weather. However, Free Fallin’ was strictly a Winter song. By that mean yes, I can only listen to certain songs at certain times of year. Whether the lyrics reminded me of falling snow or that the melody of it was as calm as short winter days felt, I could only listen to it in winter. In case you’re wondering what else is on my winter playlist there’s Chasing Cars by Snowpatrol, Skinny Love by Birdy, The Man Who Can’t Be Moved by the Script and so, so many others.

I was so alone in my own little world of John Mayer and his beautiful voice that I almost fell flat on my face, tripping over a small dog. I would’ve gone face down onto the dewy grass if it wasn’t for a pair of strong arms holding my weight still for a moment before righting me onto my feet. I looked at the ground, laughing a little at my stupidity and muttering a small thank you before looking up.

There stood Harry.

His hands, like mine, were buried in the pockets of his coat. His hair was covered by a black beanie and he was wearing dark skinny jeans and worn, brown boots. His cheeks were flushed and rosy from the cold, his lip ring even more prominent against the creamy paleness of his skin which became red upon his cheeks. At his feet sat the Labrador pup I had tripped over, the one that I’d seen him walking the other day.

“You alright Jen?” he asked, there was something sincere about the way he asked me, his dark green eyes staring into mine, looking for any sort of discontent.

“Yes I’m fine, thanks,” I said, tugging at one of the headphone cords so that it fell from my ear. “I’m erm sorry for tripping over-“ I stopped, realising that I didn’t know the name of the pup, I was contemplating saying ‘your dog’ but it was too late for that.