Real

Chapter 45

It was New Year's Eve and we were having dinner at Harry's parents house.

Christmas had been amazing. Harry introduced me to Anne and Rob and all his family. They were all so lovely. I did the same with my mum. I had to tell her what they were saying since her English isn't very good. My mum already loved Harry but now that she met him, she adored him. 

Gemma and I were talking with my mum about what we could do the three of us, plus Anne, before she had to go back to Chile. I still didn't have enough money for my mum to stay with me but as soon as I have it she was going to come and live with me in London. Meanwhile, I had to take advantage of the time I had left with her.

"It's almost midnight!" Anne said, clapping excited. "Come on, come on!"

Harry had gone to the bathroom and he hadn't come back yet. God, why did he had to go for a wee in times like these?

"10, 9, 8, 7..."

The countdown had begun and everybody gathered together. I took my mum's hand; she had to be the first person that I give the New Year's hug.

"4, 3, 2, 1. HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

I hugged my mum really tight and told her how much I loved her. I was so happy that she was here with me and it was all thanks to Harry. She kissed me on the cheek and-

"May I?" A husky voice asked behind me.

"Of course, Harry." My mum said smiling.

I turned around and there he was. With a smile on his face that showed his dimples.

"Why it took you so long?" I asked, buring my face into the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry. Everyone seemed to need the bathroom before the countdown." He laughed. "Come on, let's go see the fireworks."

"Aren't you going to wish a happy New Year to your family?"

"They can wait a little bit." Harry said, taking my hand. "Come on, beautiful."

We went out to the backyard. It was cold and I didn't bring my jacket with me, a really bad idea since it was winter. I shivered when I felt the cold winter breeze touching my skin, making me had goosebumps. 

"Let me warm you up, baby." I felt Harry's warm body getting closer. "I hope no one took my place as your New Year kiss." He said, smirking as he pulled me even closer to him.

"Of course not." I smiled. "I was saving it just for you."

Our faces were inches away from each other's when I saw Harry's face being lit up with colourful lights. We both looked up and saw fireworks. They were so beautiful. Making all these different shapes on the sky celebrating that a new year had began.

Harry took my chin softly and made me look at him. His beautiful emerald eyes were sparkling and I got lost in them. He leaned in and started kissing me. At first it was tender and sweet, but then it became more demanding and eager. I ran my fingers through his hair as he moved his hands up and down on my back.

"I love when you do that." He smiled against my lips. "Happy New Year, baby. I love you so much, Belle."

"Happy New Year, babe. I love you so much." I said between kisses. "Thank you for everything, Harry."

He pressed his forehead against mine and looked me straight into the eyes. "If there's someone who needs to thank the other, it's me. You taught me what pure and real love is, how finding someone who loves you for who you are fully it's not impossible. That love is patient; kind and can forgive even though the damage that has been caused. You're a rare gem that I had the luck to encounter and trust me, I'm never gonna let you go, Belle."

His words made my heart flattered and made me smile. But Harry was right, the key to love is forgiveness, to accept each other’s faults and pardon mistakes, without forgetting, but with remembering what you learn from them. 

Who knows what the future has for us. All I kneww that we would make it work. We loved each other and nothing else mattered. Who would have thought that my plans of moving here to do my postgraduate would be affected by this lovely curly haired boy who for many girls is one of the members of the most famous boy band in the world. But for me, for me he was just the dork who tells horrible knock knock jokes, the person who I could talk with from the randomness stuff to the deepest things, the one who's eyes can mesmerized me and got lost in them and I wouldn't get used to it.

I got to known the real Harry behind 'Harry Styles One Direction heartthrob'. And that's the guy who stole my heart and now I have in front of me. 

True love doesn't happen right away; it's an ever-growing process. It develops after you've gone through many ups and downs, when you've suffered together, cried together, laughed together. And now, after all that, I can say what Harry and I have is real.

It’s true love.

It was real.

The End.