Torn (harry styles)

56- Pub

His eyes still haven't left mine, his emerald greens glued to my toffee browns.

Involuntary, my legs begin pacing towards him. It's like I don't even have say, I'm just taking myself to him.

My blood is throbbing through my tight veins and my head is swarming with mess.

I can see his eyes widen, he straightens his back and stares at me as I approach him.

And then I'm there, I'm standing directly in front of him and not a word has been said.

This feels like a dream, so surreal. Like any minute now those green voids of his that I'm staring into will turn into that plain white wall I stared at for so long while he was missing.

He frowns at me, even his frown relieving some of the gap his absence made inside me.

I take a deep breath and take the seat next to him.

The feeling of his body warmth radiating off me sends me into a dream world.

The only thing keeping me sane and composed is that constant beating of my blood pumping through my body, the beat of my heart that I only hear when I am around Harry.

"Uh hi." I say shyly, a knot of desperation to hear his voice unravels inside me and I just have to hear it.

"Hey." His raspy, gruff voice breathes.

Igniting flames throughout my body.

He turns his head to face me, frowning into my eyes once again.

"What are you doing here?" He asks me softly.

"I could ask you the same thing." I smile, the feeling of smiling has become foreign. I just feel as though I haven't smiled in days.

I haven't.

I'd been so isolated, so cut off from everyone and everything else. In fact I was even surprised to see that the world was still living, people were still on their daily routine. All the while I was just in my room morning over the loss of my almost lover.

"I asked you first." he smirks.

That smirk.

That knee weakening, chest tightening, stomach emptying, vision blurring smirk.

The one that gives me chills, the one that heats my cheeks every time I see it.

"I was actually on my way somewhere, took a little detour I guess." I shrug, may as well be honest.

He frowns and nods.

"What about you?"

"I came out here for a breather." He sighs and my chest aches for him, a breather? What's stressing him out?

"Is everything alright?" I ask him and he opens his mouth as if he's going to tell me something but them shuts it and shakes his head lightly.

"It's fine, just things at home. With my mum.. Don't worry about it."

What's going on at home? I want to ask him but I don't want to make him spill something that he doesn't like talking about.

"It's not just that, I do need to think about other things too. You know, like us." He shrugs nonchalantly and looks away from me.

And the butterflies return, masses of them.

Hearing the word us, rolling of his tongue has to be more pleasurable than an angel singing.

I can't even think of anything to say, I just smile to myself like an idiot and thank the heavens he isn't looking.

"Where are you off to anyway?" He asks, licking his lips as he turns to face me again.