Sunshine (Harry Styles)

five

Harry's lips press gently to mine, making my eyes flutter closed. The way he kisses me is so gentle, filled with so many emotions... yet I don't know what any of them are.

I had never been kissed before, until now. I had always thought my first kiss would be with the man my parents had chosen for me to be with, and not someone I kissed without their knowing, without their consent. It felt good to go against them, to break their rules. It felt good to have a soft, plump, pair of lips on my own. And it felt good to know that those lips belonged to Harry.

I had been fascinated by the curly headed British boy since the moment I saw him leaned against the wall, at my party last night. I found myself being drawn into his charm immediately, craving to hear the sound of his deep, raspy voice, and to look up into the sparkling, jade green of his eyes. I also wanted to know everything about him. I wanted to know his thoughts, his secrets, his memories.

I had thought the feelings were just mere examples of fascination, or curiosity, but after sitting with him tonight, under a starless sky, with snow blowing around us, I realized it was something more. I realized we had a connection, something other than curiosity. It was as if an electric charge, or even a force of gravity, had brought us together.

And then, we have the moment he pressed his lips against mine. That was the moment when I knew he felt the attraction and force too.

As I pondered over this, he moved his lips for the first time since they had landed on mine. Until now, he had just left them pressed firmly against mine, not bothering to move the slightest bit.

He brought my bottom lip gently between his top and bottom lip, tugging ever so softly. His carefulness, and his gentleness triggered something inside of me that I have never felt before.

Desire.

I wanted more of Harry. More of his kisses, like the one we shared now. More of his touch. More of his thoughts and feelings. In that moment, I could envision Harry and I, a couple living far away from Manhattan, New York, surrounded by little children and babies, and loving each other. Loving each other.

That's just another negative figment of having your parents pick out the man you will spend the rest of your life with. Love is not involved. The only thing that is majorly involved, however, is money. Money, wealth, and fame.

As much as I hated the feeling, along with desire for Harry, I felt that this was wrong. Here I was, supposed to be inside with Liam, sharing and intimate moment with his servant in the driveway.

However, everything in my life seemed to be wrong, at the time. My family, my luck, my life in general was just wrong.

If I felt that being with Harry at the moment was wrong, just as my life was wrong, that meant Harry was so right.

I remind myself this, losing myself in his addicting lips. I seemed to have gotten myself so lost, that I didn't notice when a shadow cast over us, or when footsteps sounded across the concrete.

"What in hell do you think you are doing?" Liam's voice sounds, making the two of us pull away from each other quickly. I blush furiously, heat spreads across my cheeks like wildfire. I glance over at Harry, who is grimacing with anger as he looks up at Liam.

As bad as it sounds, I don't know why Harry appears to be so angry with Liam. After all, he was the one kissing me. If anyone should be angry, it should be Liam, most definitely.

On the other hand, Liam was a prudish jerk who deserved it. He was extremely rude, not to mention uncompassionate.

"Styles," Liam finally speaks again, clasping his hands together as I've seen so many people do in the past few days.

"Stand up."

Harry does as he is told, not seeming the least bit scared. I don't see how. I don't know much about the Payne family, much less Liam in particular, but he's a powerful man. I know that much.

Once Harry has stood and is now face to face with Liam, Liam begins to speak once more.

"What were you doing kissing Miss Lauderdale?"

"I don't know, sir."

"Do you fancy her?"

"I don't exactly know her, but she's quite lovely from what I do know," Harry scowls at the rich man in front of him.

"So you kissed her."

"I did."

"I bet you want to put her in your bed. Make love to her, perhaps," Liam smirks.

I blush furiously and gasp, letting Liam know that his vulgar comments were inappropriate and unnecessary. He only smirks, as Harry begins to shake, attempting to calm his anger.

"You're wrong," Harry swallows, managing to compose himself.

"Oh, it seems that I am, Styles, thank you for your correction. You wouldn't be putting our dear Sonny in your bed. You'd by putting her in my bed, in my house that I've so kindly been letting you sleep in."

And that's when Harry loses it.

His breathing becomes erratic, his fists clench into tight balls, and he starts shaking violently.

"I have put up with you and your shit for so long, Liam. And I'm done," Harry dryly laughs. "I am fucking done." Harry steps toward him.

A look of astonishment, and then fear crosses Liam's features, but it quickly disappears and is replaced by anger.

"And you think you've been better?" Liam inquires Harry. "You've been hell living with for the last 5 years."

"You never did anything about it, though, did you? Why didn't you fire me? Why didn't you throw me onto the bloody streets?" Harry shouts at Liam, his face contorted in anger. "Because you know that I am right," Harry answers his own question, still shaking with rage. "Guess what, Liam?" he plasters on a fake smile. "You don't have to fire me anyway! Because I quit." Harry's tone is dripping with venom, and Liam is left speechless.

I still sit on the cement, my mouth hanging wide open. When Liam doesn't continue to talk, Harry speaks up again.

"I'll be over tomorrow to get my belongings and money. Goodnight, Payne."

And with that, he turns and begins walking down the dark, snow dusted, Manhattan street.

But of course, not before he bid me farewell.

"Goodnight, Sunshine. I'll see you soon."

He says it with such certainty that I never once doubt the fact that we will, indeed, see each other soon.