Call it Magic (Harry Styles)

Chapter Three: Her

Chapter Three: Her

Harry's P.O.V.

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"So you and Nessa huh?" Zayn asked as we walked through the the cold streets of London, our only source of light being the faded street lights that seemed never-ending.

"No. Not at all," I mumbled, shoving my hands in my pockets as I tried to avoid the topic as much as possible.

"You sure? Because she's been telling us she went back to your flat and you guys ha-"

"Okay, okay shut the fuck up man! Jesus." I yelled, kicking a rock with my boot.

"Fuck sorry, didn't mean to get your panties in a twist. Why are you even coming tonight then?" Zayn asked, lighting a cigarette.

I shrugged, "Nothing else to do I guess. Plus booze."

Zayn nodded and offered me a smoke which I gladly accepted. I'm under enough stress.

I lit it and inhaled, feeling the smoke light my insides like an ember within me and start to make me feel on fire.

We turned a corner briskly, Vanessa's three-story mansion coming into view.

"Hey, whatever happened to Ronnie?She's never around. Man I miss her, she was hot," Zayn smirked, throwing his cigarette on the ground and smashing it with his shoe.

Her.

Before I could try to control it, I had Zayn up against a wall with my fist in his face. "What the fuck did you just say?" I yelled through gritted teeth, my entire body on fire.

"Dude put me down, what the fuck is wrong with you?" He yelled back in my face, a flash of terror in his chocolate brown eyes.

"Don't ever fucking mention Her again, got that?" I screamed, the embers practically flying from my burning insides. I let him go, shoving him into the wall again before I stalked off towards the party.

"Fuck, fine. Jesus Christ, you're fucking insane." Zayn mumbled from behind me, brushing himself off.

I know.

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"There he is!" Louis yelled, a huge cup of who-knows-what in his hand.

Music blasted from the speakers in Nessa's living room, making a migraine instantly start to pound in my forehead. Drunk teens laughing and making out crowded in from wall to wall, making it a huge effort to push through the mass of intoxicated bodies.

"Hi guys," I huffed as I finally reached my friends, already exhausted and entirely ready to make my way back to my flat and sleep.

"Harry babe, it's about time." Nessa purred, wrapping her tan, skinny arms around my wrists and pulled me into her bony frame.

I winced and forced an uncomfortable nod, prying her off of me as politely as possible.

"Damn, you look like you would rather be in fucking Math class right now," Niall laughed, his pierced tongue swiping over his lips.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed a shot from the table in front of me, tipping my head back and enjoying the painful burn of the liquid slide down my throat. Might as well enjoy something at this hell of a party.

"Harry c'mon, I want to dance," Nessa whined, pulling my arm towards the center of the room.

"I'll pass," I replied, pulling my arm away, and moved out of her grasp.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the fucking bed this morning," Nessa replied, gritting her teeth.

"Fine. Zayn, let's dance," Nessa winked, biting her lip as she scanned Zayn's body.

Zayn blushed and pushed out of his chair, following Nessa's lanky frame to the dance floor like a lost puppy.

I rolled my eyes and downed another shot, sighing happily at the realization that I was finally alone.

I glanced around the hot sweaty room, only seeing the usual creepy guys grinding themselves against very drunk girls at first. My gaze wandered, though, on a couple around my age. The guy must've said something funny, because his girlfriend had her head thrown back in laughter, her nose scrunched up and her cheeks turning a rosy pink. The guy just chuckled and stared at her with a huge dumb smile on his face, his eyes twinkling with love and adoration. I quickly looked away, but the flashback was already playing in my mind.

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"Harry!" Ronnie slapped my arm playfully, her light hair falling in pieces around her face as she laughed.

"What?! It's true!" I chuckled, rubbing my 'injured' arm.

"You can't just say that about someone!" She giggled, trying to suppress her laughter that flowed from her plump lips and glowing smile.

I laughed and watched as her blue-green eyes rolled back at me and her button nose scrunched up as she laughed. A lazy, blissful smile hung over my features as I watched her, my heart beating faster and faster when she looked my way.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" She asked, her tongue swiping over her bottom lip nervously, as she tugged on my sweatshirt she wore that barely covered her frame.

My breath caught in my throat and I couldn't stop myself. I scooted closer to her and tucked a stray strand of her blonde hair back behind her ear.

"You're absolutely beautiful," I whispered, my breath washing over her face. She gazed up at me, her crystal eyes watching me as her pupils dilated. I could her her heart beating against her chest as I leaned down and pressed my lips against her's.

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A very drunk man stumbled through the dense crowd and shoved against me, snapping me back to reality.

"Fucking watch it!" I barked, pushing his shoulder. He blindly continued down the hall, not fazed a bit by my agitation.

"Douche-bag," I mumbled, throwing back another shot. How many of these have I taken already? Fuck it. It helps me forget. It helps me numb the aching pain in my chest I get after I have those god-damn flashbacks. I saw Zayn and Nessa making out in a corner, his hand up her skirt and her legs wrapped around his waist. Maybe that will keep her busy.

My vision was just starting to get slightly blurred, my body going numb when I saw the door open and a familiar face come from behind it.

She nervously bit her lip as She peered around the crowded room, Her light hair tumbling down Her shoulders as She dodged dancing bodies. A tight red dress hugged Her curves and Her crystal eyes scanned the room, searching for someone She knew, before landing on me.

My mouth dried completely and I shot up from my seat, knocking over my glass and hearing the clear cut sound of glass breaking. My feet were carrying me to her before I could stop myself. I shoved sweaty, drunk bodies as I ran past, my green eyes staying on her blue ones. Finally, I stood in front of Her, my heart beating wildly out of my chest.

"Ronnie." I breathed.