Facing His Demons (Harry Styles, One Direction)

Chapter Fourteen

"So.." He whispered, slowly moving his hand down from my hair to the grassy mound that we had found ourselves lying on.

"So." I smiled, turning my head to face him, lying on the right side of me with a sheepish grin. His arms were behind his head, showing off an array of tattoos.

"I don't really know where to go from here, this whole romance thing is new to me." He admitted, propping his elbow onto the ground to support himself as he faced me.

"Neither do I." I laughed.

 "I've read enough romance books to last me a life-time but now..I guess it scares me."

"I'm glad you said that because it scares me too, all these..feelings." He moved his elbow and lay flat onto the grass staring up into the sky. It was mid-evening now, the time where the sun was just about to be replaced by the luminous moon. Several stars were darted about the Great Beyond, like a trace of diamonds lining a vast empty road leading to no-where, and yet everywhere at the same time.

"Sometimes being scared is a good thing." I remarked, turning my gaze from the numinous sky to something even more captivating. He in turn turned to me, he had a twinkle in his eye that told a thousand stories.

Without muttering one word, he rolled onto his side again and propped himself up, so that he was lying above me.

He examined me for a while, that's the only way I can explain it. His eyes traced me over and over, like he was looking at something in a way that he had never looked before.

I suddenly felt conscious in front of him, my eyes left his as I looked down shyly.

"Don't." He said instantaneously, tilting my head so that I would look at him.

"You're beautiful Lacey Righte. I don't see a lot of beautiful things here, I see death and sadness and it makes life really hard. But seeing you is enough to make it just that little bit better so don't you doubt yourself now."

I was taken aback, self control was crucial at this point. I wanted to kiss him once again so badly.

"I think the adrenaline has gone to your head." I blushed.

A comfortable silence remained. In movies when I see the main characters gazing into each other's eyes, I've never understood the appeal. But now, looking into his, I understand. It's like looking into a part of someone's soul, not a big part but just a small glimmer of it - a peek through a little keyhole that you've never really noticed before.

Finally he interrupted our 'moment' which I dare say was the longest and most pleasant moment I've ever experienced.

"Do I scare you?" He whispered in his deep voice, his eyes narrowed almost hesitant at my answer.

"No Harry, you've never scared me."

"But why? I have killed practically a whole list of people, how do you know that one day I won't add your name to it?" His eyes fell to the floor, he was ashamed, hurt, human.