Secrets

Unbroken

Harry's P.O.V.

"Let's start over. Act like we have never met before, meet in the right way. Not like yesterday." I practically begged.

If I have to get down on my knees, I will. Something different attracts me to her guarded ways, and I need to know why.

Seconds, maybe even minutes passed before this girl, who has constantly been in my mind, showed any kind of response.

Her face was quite adorable, however. Those blue eyes in which I could get lost in were focused on something beyond me, almost as she was in a different world. Her light colored eyebrows were scrunched together, nose was crinkled at the top, and forehead heavy with wrinkles, setting a frown upon her face.

Everything about her was beautiful, not a single flaw found.

I was in my own sort of trance, taking in detail upon detail.

Life came back to her eyes, them filling with many emotions. It's almost as a candle is inside, flickering from time to time.

She opened her mouth, then closed it again, repeating this process many times.

It's almost as she doesn't know what to say, like she is at a loss for words.

"Erm...sure." She questions her own response, signaling she does not believe them herself.

Right then and there, I make a promise to myself. To make certain I will never make her regret those words.

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"So, love, we have met before, but I never did catch your name."

"Blaire. Blaire Johnson." Her voice is so innocent, at the same time being so bland, even a little dull.

"Ah, what a beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

I was at least expecting a blush to appear, even a little. Yet nothing. No smile, no thank you, no emotion. It was obvious to me she was guarded, but I did not realize it was to this extreme.

"Now that I know your name, Blaire, aren't you dying to know mine?" I ask cheekily, trying to lighten the mood.

"No." Her face is solid, showing no emotion whatsoever, yet again.

For a second, I nearly believe the negativity radiation from her small body.

"Of course I would love to know your name, what is it?" Sarcasm fills her sweet voice, making me smile.

"No, you don't want to know it. So I'm not telling you." Poking my lip out and crossing my arms, I try to keep a straight face.

"Fine then, I guess I will just leave without ever knowing your name." She sighs dramatically, reaching for her purse as she stands.

"No, no, no I will tell you. It's Harry. Harry Styles."

"Nice to meet you, Harry." A small smile slightly appears, as she cautiously shaking my hand.

"Nice to meet you too, babe."

The minute I said that, I deeply regretted it. I remember what happened last time, but I didn't remember soon enough.

She looked like a deer in headlights, shocked and confused, not knowing what to do.

"I-I'm sorry. I forgot to not call you that."

Distance once again was written on her features, like she was off in space.

"It's okay." She whispered, barely audible.

Something was wrong, obviously. Never have I seen someone freeze to a simple word, without any reason behind it.

I wasn't going to push her to tell me, I was going to give her time.

Time to realize she can trust me.

Time to realize she should not be afraid to open up.

Time to realize she can release what she has been hiding from the world.

No matter how long it takes, I will stay by her side until she is complete again.

Until she is unbroken.