~Luck; a purposeless, unpredictable and uncontrollable force that shapes events favorably or unfavorably~
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Secrets. Passion. Tragedy.
He loved her with everything he was.
She on...
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Flashback May 2016
Harry brushed his hand over my knee. "Look, baby. It's beautiful."
I shook my head stubbornly. "Noooo."
"You're acting like a toddler," he leaned his shoulder on mine. "I promise it's not that bad. How do you know it will scare you if you don't try!"
He is just as stubborn as me not giving up on this. I still can't believe he got me to take a window seat.
"Harry, you know I'm afraid of heights! I always have a seat in the middle. How did I let you talk me into this?" I whined.
"Because I have my way with words," he wiggled his eyebrows. "And for some reason you love me and think I'm irresistible."
I turned my head looking at him. "You say that like you're surprised I love you."
"Well, I am. I'm just....me." He waved his hands in front of his torso. "I will never understand why I have people act the way they do. Seems a bit ridiculous," he shook his head.
This is one of the many reasons I fell in love with Harry Edward Styles. Regardless of how much money he has made, all the world he has seen, or the fact people would probably hand him their souls if he asked, he was still genuinely humble. Oblivious to his own stature. I don't think he gives himself enough credit. From what I've seen he has changed so many lives, touched so many hearts, without even meeting them physically. If that's not powerful, I don't know what is.
"Exactly. Being just you," I poked his chest. "Is more than what I could have ever asked for."
"Did I tell you, I love you today?" He asked me.
I nodded. "About...three hours ago."
"That long? Believe it's due again." He pressed his lips to mine. "I love you, Yolanda."
I'm pretty sure there is nothing that sounds better rolling off of his tongue. And his accent makes my name sound like sex in a bottle.
"I love you. And how dare you let it go past two hours," I laughed.
"I don't know what I was thinking. Won't happen again," his dimples made an appearance. Another thing I fell in love with.
"How much longer do we have?" I adjusted in my seat, stretching my legs out as far as I could.
"Uh, four hours. You should probably try and get some sleep." He nudged me. "Or...we could make good use of the loo."
