Antidote ;Sequel to Kryptonite;

Chapter Twenty: Beauty is in the Eye of the Public

How long did we stay there kissing? That's a good question. The smile on my face wants to say about two hours of straight lip locking. It sounds like a lot but we had a year and a half to make up for lost kisses. We laughed all the way back to the empty hotel room.  With the squad still out partying, it was tempting to follow him back to his room. I stopped at his door and he turned around with a smile. I think we both knew not to rush into anything. We stood there captured in each other's gaze before he leaned down one last time.

His lips were soft as he brushed them across mine. It felt like a dream and I never wanted to wake up from it. "I guess this is goodnight," he whispered against my skin.

"I guess so," I sighed. Harry laid a gentle kiss on my forehead and I stepped away from his doorway.

"Are you sure you don't need me to tuck you in?" He smirked. Harry crossed his arms and wiggled his eyebrows at me. I rolled my eyes but smiled regardless.

"You're trouble, Harry." With each word I took a step backward to my door. The smile on my face growing bigger.

"That's my middle name," He called.

"Goodnight!" I sang before closing my door and pressing my back to it. My chest was ready to explode out of my chest. My eyes squeezed shut and I bit my bottom lip; I could still smell him and sense his touch on my body. Sparks were igniting from each neuron and the sensation was surreal. The sheets breathed against my skin as I floated down from this ecstatic high that is Harry Styles. Sleep welcomed me with open arms and I ran to it full speed with a smile on my face.

Knock knock. Pause. Knock knock knock. Pause. "Chris, fucking answer!" Followed by a harsher pounding on my door. I verbally groaned with all my might. Who dares interrupt my sleep? I sat up to get the door but I stopped. Was last night a dream? I touched my lips and they shifted upwards; no, that sensation was too real to have been a figure of my imagination. Before I could get lost in reminiscing, the voice on the other side of the door was about to blow their top. I ripped open the door, ready to unleash a morning fury so powerful but I was stopped in my tracks to see Niall's wide eyes. "It's your mother," he handed me the phone. "It's five in the morning, I'm going back to bed." He huffed away and I stood there with the iPhone, too scared to bring it up to my ear.

"Christina. I swear to God-" I could hear blaring from the speaker from a foot away. Oh, God. I slowly brought it up to my ear. "What the hell were you thinking? Did you think I seriously wasn't going to find out about this? Just because I am your mother doesn't mean I don't watch TV. Do you know what is on TV? News report. Guess who I just saw on there? The fuck are you doing on tour? Is this how I raised you? To be some groupie and spineless woman. Christina Greenwell, you better answer me right now."

"Hi Mom," I squeaked, sitting on my bed and hanging my head. How the hell did I not expect her to find out? To be honest, I forgot about her which made me feel awful. I was so focused on the chaos buzzing around me I never thought to check in.

"I leave for Ireland and you pull this? Working, huh? Was that a lie? What were you thinking Christina." I let out a shaky breath. I could feel the anger bubble up but I pressed it down. I knew trying to fight my mother's temper with mine was not going to work. "Well?"

"I found Dad." I stated calmly. The line on the other end fell silent. "I saw the graduation card, Mom."

"Oh," she paused. I knew she was at a loss for words. Knowing my mom, she was a toss up for being pissed off and now surprised. I bit my lip as a I waited for her to continue. "So how did this lead to you finding Harry?" She said after she processed my response.

"I went to California," I began. "I found him. I talked to him." My mother breathed deeply. "He..." For some reason when I started to say he had another family, the tears rushed and I felt my stomach bubbling.