Another shot of love (Harry or Louis love story) [AU]

Chapter 8

-CHAPTER EIGHT: THREE'S A CROWD (Harry's POV)-

"So, what are you gonna do now, Louis?"

There are only a few circumstances when you know you're dreaming, but you don't want to wake up. And for Harry Styles, this was one of those.

He was fully aware that he was dreaming. He's not that stupid to not know what he was seeing. But still, even if it was a dream, at least he wanted to make the most of it.

So now, he was sitting on a bench in a really flowery garden, under the shade of a tree; beside him sat girl with beautiful blond hair which smelled of lavender and tantalizing eyes that would make any man want to melt.

The two of them had been sitting there for a while; they didn't talk, they just sat there without looking at each other, one looking for the right words to say to the other. After a while of awkward silence, the girl slid her hand beneath Harry's and held it tight. Then, she laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

"Shira…" Harry said, perplexed at her actions.

"Yes, Harry?" she replied, motionless.

"… Nothing …"

"Harry?" Shira said.

"Yeah?"

"I like you!"

At this, Harry's eyes widened. He went stiff and he was extremely happy. So what if this was a dream? It's a pretty damn good one!

Shira lifted her head to look at Harry properly. With her eyes that implored, she stared at Harry until he went crimson. She closed her eyes and Harry, in reflex, lowered his head until his lips met hers.

At first it was just a meeting of the lips, until the genius Harry moved his lips in an attempt to crush Shira's. This is a dream, right? Then Harry could do anything he wanted! Harry continued to massacre the girl's lips to the point that he was almost out of breath!

"Eep!" Shira said clearly.

"H-huh?"

Harry woke up to this sound.

And when he looked up, he couldn't believe his eyes: he was staring at Shira, the real thing! And they were like, only a few inches apart.

A split second lasted for about an hour to Harry as he looked deep into Shira's hazel eyes.

But the next split second, he could only feel pain and he could only see darkness.

No Shira, no kiss; just pain.

"Harry, I'm sorry…" this was about the third time Shira said this. She was really making an effort to look cute in her apology. She pouted her lips, and had a really adorable look on her.

Tough luck, Shira, but you're cute already. Harry thought.

He turned to look at Shira but, remembering his dream of them kissing, he felt awkward, flushed and looked away violently.

"Whatever…" he said coldly, trying to hide his nervousness.

"You don't mean it, do you?" Shira said, sounding very disheartened.

"I do." He replied.

"No, you don't. If you did, you'd be able to look at me."

"Yeah, well, tough luck." I'd look at you if you weren't so damn cute so, tough luck, Shira.

Besides, Shira's morning greeting wasn't very painless either. She slammed a wooden stool down his face, for God's sake! Good thing he was literally hard-headed coz the stool received more damage than he did, but still: damage is damage and bruises are bruises.