The Beautiful and Divine

Chapter Eight: You and I

I sit down in the hot dust hiding behind a rusty barrel, tilting my head back onto the rough siding I let out a heavy sigh. How can I go back and face Ezek after that? I don't know what came over me when I did that! Now I will pay the price for my hormones going nuts. I have never done anything like that to a guy before and for those feelings to control me at that moment is crazy. Footsteps echo in the distance, I can only hope it isn't Zek.

My eyes remain straight at the ground beneath my body, "Jade." Ezekiel's soft voice says down to me.

I stand up brushing off the cream earth facing young Black head on, "No, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that." I announce.

"Jade... It's fine. I don't regret doing that," The Prophet reaches towards me taking my petite hand into his, "I have wanted to ever since your near death experience."he finishes.

I pull my hand away, "No we can't. I have to go now, I'm sorry for what I did the fault is mine." I pick at my cuticles avoiding eye contact.

"Jade-" Zek starts, "It's my fault. I have to leave. Goodbye Prophet." I bid him farewell stepping back from him.

I look up to the pale sky, floating up into the air my eyes go white sending me back to the real world.

-Normal World-

My eyes flicker open upon going to move I feel a resistance on my waist. I scan down to my side seeing a muscular arm lightly draped over my torso. Recognizing the tattoos that run down and up the upper bicep, I know Harry is the one spooning me. I spin my head back to see his relaxed face all so close from meeting mine. A smile crawls onto my lips, curling them up slightly.

A placid face is welcoming after such an event before I shift my form to greet Harold's. Light beams in front the open curtained window making the square room glow with warmth. I watch Mr. Styles's chest rise and fall elegantly, bright green eyes emerge from under his lids slowly.

The middle twin affectionately smiles at me, "Morning." his deep gruff sleepy voice greets.

"Morning Hazz." I giggle sweetly, "How long have you been watching me sleep?" Hazza asks.

"All night..." I pause, "Just kidding I woke up less than a minute ago." I burst out laughing.

"Oh you little!" Harry rolls us over making him hover over me, he starts tickling my sensitive rips.

Non stop laughter girls out of my throat, my legs curl up trying to cover my torso. Hazz doesn't stop and moves his hands from my sides to my knees I scream as I squirm like a fish out of water. My stomach hurts from all the riot erupting from my lungs, I desperately try to escape his "evil" clutches.

"Please stop Harry fam please I big fan!" I cry, "Do you yield!?" Harold thunders while chuckling loudly.

"Yes! You win! You won!" Joyful tears run down my face, "Say it!" Hazz says still tickling me.

"I yield!" I wail, "Good." Hazza smiles triumphantly stopping the unforgiving tickling.

My legs uncurl laying flat against the mattress, my whole form unwinds allowing me to breath again. The laughter subsides for a moment we both remain beaming at each other. Still hovering over me Harry leans down placing a soft kiss on my lips. Sparks, oh no the same I felt when I kissed Ezekiel have I just fallen in love with two guys?!