Sixteen Years (Harry Styles)

Chapter 11

There was a small space of pain left in my heart. The way his tone matched his words, and the way his eyes met my soul intrigued me in a way that seemed almost painful to the human eye.

The thought of Harry with someone else stung my heart like a fresh bee sting.

Ouch.

It almost hurt to stand from Harry's bed. I was angry and upset at myself. Why didn't I let him love me? Did he even love me? Did he desire my heart and soul the way I wanted his? Maybe I was overthinking everything. I assured myself that everything was going to be alright.

I dreaded my way into the living room to throw myself onto the couch and let my hair dangle off the side. The tattoo on my neck still stung a bit, but the pain was bearable.

I roughly rubbed my eyes and thought of everything I would do before I would die. The ones in my old society included; eating a hamburger, driving a car, and wearing a yellow dress. We weren't allowed to do anything. Now, my perspective has changed, and there is many more things I want to do. I didn't care about the consequences. I was locked up for too long, and now it's time to be free.

I walked over to the kitchen and pulled out a dull pencil and crinkled piece of paper. I forcefully wrote hard and fast the things I would do before I would die.

1) Go cliff jumping.

2) Slow dance in the rain.

3) Ride in a taxi cab in New York City.

4) Ride in a hot air balloon.

5) Change someone's life.

These were small tasks, yet I wanted them all to be done more than anything. This certain part of me wanted to do things my parents would never approve of, yet the other side told me to stay away.

I heard the familiar sound of the door lock. I quickly shoved the piece of paper into the pocket of my torn up faded jeans.

It was Harry and Ali. The wide set smile across Ali's face fit her perfectly. The glistening white teeth of them made me envious. I forced myself to laugh. It was an awkward laugh. You know, the laughs you make when you embarrass yourself.

"Hey Adrianna," Ali compassionately said.

I gave a small smirk and simply nodded my head. Harry secured his arm around Ali's small waist and pulled her in close. Their lips were millimeters away from each other, and all I did was cough.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

My cheeks felt incredibly hot. I quickly scattered upstairs into Harry's room and threw the small bucket list against the door. Infuriated and upset, I punched the pillow and grunted.

Why was I feeling this way? Nothing, not even my parents, have ever made me feel this way.

I brushed away the tangled mess of what you would call hair and wiped away the excess mascara around my eyes.

"Stupid."

I sat up against the side of the bed bored and tired. The cold metal sent chills up my spine, and it frankly hurt to move. I felt sick and disappointed. I felt useless and played. I felt angry and upset.

I felt torn.

The turn of the knob handle sounded all too familiar.

I clumsily balanced myself onto the edge of Harry's bed as I watched a head of curls walk in and shut the door behind him. Ali was nowhere in sight.

His posture slouched down as he shoved his large hands into a grey hoodie. His eyes looked up at mine, and his smile was a disappointed smirk. His converse lay flat on the floor as he took a seat beside me still keeping his hands in his pockets.

Moments of silence pasted by for what seemed like an eternity. A large breath for Harry escaped his lips, and he fell back onto his bed and laid there for a few seconds before speaking.

"You know, hiding your feelings won't get you anywhere."

His voice was so attractive and raspy. Every word that escaped his lips made my heart skip a beat, but I can't fall for his tricks. Not anymore.

"I'm not hiding my feelings." My back was turned against him. I guess that was good thing, because he can't tell if I'm lying, which I am.

I played with my thumbs and tried to ignore the pain my gut was feeling.

"Don't play this game Adriana."

I lay down beside Harry. Our bodies are inches apart, and you can practically feel the heat between us. I turn my head, and Harry turns his. Our lips are inches apart, and my hair is scattered everywhere, but nothing else matters right now.

"I want you so bad," I whisper into his ear.

He hums and places his hand onto my face. I lean in closer and tug the hem of his shirt.

Our lips barely touch before a loud turn of the handle rings our ears. We shoot up as fast as we could. I brush off my jeans and stand up to see Ali by the door.

"Oh, did I interrupt something?"

Yes.

I look at Harry who gives me a reassuring wink. His head turns to face Ali as his perfectly shaped jawline clutches together.

"No. We were just talking."

Ali darts her eyes on me, and I give her a fake smile. I pass her fake blonde Barbie hair and shut the door behind me. I wasn't jealous of her and Harry, because I think I know how he feels about me now.

I shove my ear up to the door. I only hear strange noises and faint words.

"When are you going to tell her?"

Ali.

"Soon, I promise. I just need to wrap her around my finger."

"Well, you better do it fast, because my parents and you still have that offer."

"Don't worry, I'll make her feel special. I know just what she likes."