Spark // Harry Styles

Chapter II - Demons

A/N: Merry Christmas! I hope you enjoy reading this second chapter and, if you do, please vote and comment. Before you read the chapter though, I just wanted to thank you all for the reads, votes and comments I've been receiving lately! You've been so incredibly nice and supportive of this story and that makes me so happy! But now I am going to stop this note so you can start reading the actual chapter which is my christmas present to you. Just make sure you listen to the song 'Up' by James Morrisson featuring Jessie J while you read because I think it relates a lot to this chapter. Thank you once again!

    After our passionate first kiss, Harry drove me back to campus and got out of the car to take me to my bedroom. He watched me unlocking the door and when I turned around to tell him goodnight I saw in his face he wanted to tell me something. But he didn’t. He held my chin with his hand instead, and planted a solid kiss on my forehead. Then he released it, spun around and went down the corridor, never looking back.

    That night was terrible. I spent hours thinking about our kiss, replaying the whole day in my head, time and time again, and wishing somehow he would be here with me tonight. There were many things I couldn’t understand, but the main one was the after kiss scene. Why would he say he wanted me, and kiss me in a way I felt lost in him, and then take me home and not mention a thing, only giving me a good night kiss, on the forehead?

    It only hit me in the morning that I didn’t even know his last name, or his phone number. I couldn’t call him, even if I wanted to. So I’d have to wait for him to reach out to me.

    In the first few days that was somehow tolerable. Maybe he needed to think. However, then the first week passed by and nothing. I was beginning to grow tired of thinking about that voice that alone could cause a symphony to play inside of me. I found myself daydreaming about the kiss again, about his soft hands on my waist, when I should have been focused on my teacher. Yet, the worse was that the more I thought of him the more I missed him. And the angrier I was getting.

    Two weeks later I had come to terms with the idea of him never coming back. He had seen me as just a game. He never meant those words and he simply wanted to have a one-night stand. When he saw I wasn’t that type of girl he moved on and that was what I had to do too. But, as you know, that’s easier said than done.

    One morning I was in my bathroom, combing my hair, when I heard two strong knocks on the door.

    ‘Shit. Are you freaking kidding me?’ my roommate screamed from her bed, smashing her pillow over her face. ‘I don’t have classes this morning. I just want to sleep!’

    ‘Don’t worry, I’ll go see who it is,’ I stated, already leaving the bathroom and going towards the door. I opened it to find a pair of sad puppy eyes, begging me for forgiveness.

    ‘What do you want Harry?’ I retorted, incredibly surprised by him standing outside my door.

    ‘I wanted to see you,’ he said honestly.

    ‘And you just did. Now let me get ready for college,’ I pointed out, my response shocking him as well as myself. I moved my hands to the door to close it.

    ‘I am sorry. You just don’t understand,’ he continued, blocking the door with his foot. I rolled my eyes.

    ‘Jesus. Can a woman get some sleep? Just go talk outside,’ she yelled from her bed and I grabbed my bag and left the room. I walked to the bedroom of a guy that never slept in it, and ironically, always left his door open.

    ‘What is there to understand, Harry?’ I attacked, when we entered the empty room, ‘How you don’t want to have anything to do with me? If that’s it don’t worry, the message was well received.’