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Harry's POV
I sat in the car for what felt like hours after she kissed me. My cheek tingled where her perfect lips had been and butterflies erupted in my stomach every time I thought about her. Why did she kiss me? I was only being polite when I offered to wait for her, but then again I suppose she didn't expect to kiss me either. I shook my head in slight disbelief and swung open my car door, the cool September breeze hit my face and washed away the heat that had risen in my cheeks. I jumped down from my truck and closed the door behind me. I jogged to the front entrance of the hospital, turning around for a moment to lock my car before I headed inside. I took a seat by the big doors and began looking around; it was just white, plain, overly sanitised and smelled like disanfectant. The elevator rang and I looked at my hands for a moment before looking back up. A movement in my peripheral vision caught my eye and I turned my head, a silent gasp dropping my mouth to the floor. He glided smoothly down the hallway, eyes cast to the ground in thought and the small hint of a smirk on his older, more chiseled face. As he neared me he looked up and stopped dead in his tracks, bright blue eyes locking with mine. The previously pink and blushing colour in his cheeks had instantly vanished with the sight of me and I stood up. He seemed to regain his focus then and cleared his throat before approaching me hesitantly. I ran my nervous hands through my hair before I shoved them into the front pockets of my skinny jeans. My gaze travelled to the ground for a moment and all I could see were my scuffed brown boots and his black and white converse.
"Hi Harry." he greeted, his voice was rougher, deeper, but still sounded like silk. I glanced up and left my eyes on his face, his expression solemn and anxious for a reply.
"Hi Louis." I muttered.
"Long time no see mate." I nodded at his statement, and who's fault was that? "My Mum just had twins." He told me. I wanted to congratulate him, his hopeful face made me feel slightly guilty for not wanting to see him again, but I stayed like this, my expression cold, hard and unreadable. I just hoped my eyes were the same. He could always quite easily see right through me even when I was trying so hard to conceal my emotions, generally anger, but he was my best friend once after all.
"Tell her I said congrats." I murmered before looking over his shoulder. My heart pounded loudly in my chest and my eyes widened with worry. Nika had stumbled out of the elevator, her hand clutching her chest as she reached for the wall to hold herself up. Louis turned his head to see what I was gawking at and before he could say anything I dashed past him and a small way down the corridor to where she had pressed herself against the wall. It was like she had tried to dissolve, disappear, but she couldn't. As I neared her I slowed and carefully came to stand right behind her, my hand going to her shoulder in a gesture of comfort. All I could hear were her quiet and muffled sobs and I could feel her body shaking under my touch.
"Nika, what happened?" I asked gently. She spun suddenly, her arms wrapping tightly around my waist while she cried into my chest. It took a moment for my brain to register what had just happened but my arms carefully went around her in a comforting embrace. As much as I hated human contact, I have to say, this was actually kind of nice, not considering the circumstances but still. I looked down at the top of her head.
"Nika, what happened?" I repeated more firmly. She slowly turned her face up to look at me and I swear my heart shattered into a million pieces with the broken look on her face. I reached a hand up between us and wiped away a falling tear from her cheek, my palm then cupping the side of her lovely face. I stared into her glossy hazel eyes and I could see the hurt she was trying not to let burst out of her.
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