Decisions (Harry Styles)

Chapter 12

JAMIE'S POV

We were walking, as he asked. Nobody was talking. For some reasons, it didn't matter to me. I didn't feel any discomfort. After an hour or so, he stopped in a park and sat on a bench. I followed him and did the same. He was looking at me, but he was still really silent.

When he was looking away, I couldn't help but look at his tattoos. They were intriguing.

"Do they have a meaning?" I asked wihtout thinking.

"What?"

"Your tattoos. Do they mean something?" I answered, curiously.

"Most of them yes."

"And what do they mean?"

"It would be too long to explain them all." he rudly remarked.

"Let's start with only one. What does this one mean?" I said pointing at the 1967 tattoo on his collar bone.

"It's the year my mother was born." he said.

"Oh... So, I guess you are really close to your mother?"

"I am." he answered. I never thought he was close to his family. I mean, I know nothing about him but he didn't look like this type of guy.

"So, what does this one mean?" I said pointing at the boat on his arm.

"You said that we were going to start with only one. I answered to one. It's done for now. It's your turn to answer to my question." he wisely said.

"Okay, go ahead." I said, knowing he wouldn't answer to anything right now.

"Why were you crying in the bathroom the other day." he said. I thought he had forgotten it.

"I don't know to be honest."

HARRY'S POV

She was lying, I could feel it. I knew she was hiding something to me.

"Yes, you know." I said, a little bit harsher than what I expected.

"Don't talk like you knew me?"

"I know that we've met only like months ago, but I feel like I know more about you than what you think."I said, without thinking. Why do I feel this way? I'm fucked up.

"Why?" She said, calmly.

"I don't know. I'm weird I know that. But when I'm with you it's just so easy."

"Easy? We are doing nothing Harry..."

"I know and that's the point ! We are doing absolutly nothing and still, I feel really good." I said, coming a little closer to her.

She took a little step back. It was really subtle, but I remarked it.

"Are you scared of me?" I asked.

"Of course not. Should i be?" she said, looking straight into my eyes. Damn that girl is beautiful.

"I don't know. I wish I could say no, but I also know that I'm not easy to get along with." I said, truthfully. "To be honest, I know that I can be a real jerk. You look like the typical good girl. We are so different"

"It's okay to be different. To be as honest as you are, I'm not perfect. I have my own problems to."

"What are they?" I said, looking intensely in her eyes.

"Nothing important. I have to go, it's getting late. Goodnight Harry."

She turned away and left. I should've run after her, but I couldnt. My feet didn't want to move. I was so close of getting into her freaking mind. I fucked everything, again. I'm such a jerk. I wish she woud've stayed with me. I want to know what makes her imperfect.

As soon as she left, I got that weight in my chest. That usual weight. The one that leaves only when she is next to me...

Fucking weight.

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