Half a Heart - A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Chapter 17

"Harry.. What are you doing here?" I ask, it coming out unpleasant, yet I can't hide how happy I am inside that he's here. Instead of answering, he just holds out the gifts, each one labeled "Forgive Me?" in big letters. I look up into his eyes, usually a beautiful green, now dull and depressing. 

I can't suppress a smile as I take them and set them next to me on a table. I turn back to him, frowning, my mood changing to serious.

"So you think you can just come in here, give me gifts, and all is well and forgiven?" I ask, watching his deep-dimpled smile fade and he opens his mouth to speak before I cut him off. "Cause you're right." I say, smiling before I jump into his arms, and kiss him. I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. The sudden contact after being away from him for so long sends a wave of satisfaction through me, making me smile into the kiss.

"I missed you so much." He mumbles against my lips, sending a chill up my spine.

"I missed you too." I reply when we finally break the kiss, looking up into his beautiful green eyes. They seem so much brighter than when I had first opened the door, his eyes sending off a depressed vibe, now changed into their usual bright green color, warming my heart more each second I stare into them.

 "So.." He says, looking down at me. "Can I come in now?" He asks and I realize he's still standing in the doorway. I nod my head and lead him into the living room where we finished watching movies we occasionally argued over, but came to a decision eventually. We were laughing, crying, kissing, and mostly enjoying the time we had alone, yet something in the way Harry looked at me, how he pulled away from kisses too fast, or the shakiness in his voice made me nervous that he was hiding something. Each time I tried to forget about the paranoid thoughts, he'd just do something the push the thoughts back into my mind. I checked my phone for the time. It read 2:26 AM. Shit.

"Whoa," I said, looking up at Harry, his worried eyes only changing for a second to adress my problem instead the thoughts going on in his head.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"Harry it's 2:30 in the morning and we have school tomorrow." I said, brushing my hair back with my fingers in frustration.

"We could just not go.." He suggests, shrugging his shoulders. Then it hits me. A question I had been asking myself all day.

"Why weren't you at school today?" I ask, turning towards him just in time to see his face flush. Just as if he were hiding something. "Harry.." I say sternly, wanting an answer.

"I just, didn't feel well. I'm sorry. My mom let me stay home, but trust me, the pain from being sick was nowhere near the pain of not being around you." He explains, and it makes me smile, but something in me wants to think he's lying but the last thing I want to do is start another fight with him so I drop it.

"Okay." Is all I manage to say. I watch the color return to Harry's face, and he relaxes a bit in his seat, like he'd just gotten off the hook for something. I decide to drop the subject and let an idea surface my mind making me smile.

"Hey, let's go to the roof!" I smile.

"I don't know Alex.."

"Oh c'mon! Please? For me?" I fold my hands on my cheek and bat my eyes, pretending to pout as if I were in a movie, making him smile.

"Alright. For you." He says and takes my hand, and leads us upstairs. We run so fast going up that Harry loses his footing and falls face first onto one of the carpeted steps.. I help him up to see that not only is he not cursing, crying, etc., yet laughing. This makes me smile as we continue up the stairs and walk into my room. I grab a blanket from my bed and lay it out on the roof before laying down next to Harry, refusing to surpress the smile on my face as we begin counting the stars.