Holding A Heart

Chapter One - Just the Begining

Hey, guys! This is my first story, and if you've read it before, I've made some changes to it. Anyways, this is my first fanfic and hope you like it! 

Lydia Morales is my character, and belongs to me. The story plot is mine as well.

The boys of One Direction, sadly, do not belong to me.

Enjoy! :) xx 

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I was always such a bookworm. That's probably why my thighs were thick. Because I'd sit on them all day. My eyes were brown, dark brown. Like, chocolate. Framed by naturally curled eye-lashes. I think that's what I liked best about myself, my eye-lashes. I didn't even need mascara, lucky me. Then there was my hair..It was dark and wavy and cascaded down my back, almost to my waist. And, last, but not least, there were my lips. The top lip was normal, and the bottom lip was thick and plump. I think that's what attracted guys so much. Made them wonder what it would feel like to kiss them.

I guess that's what attracted Harry. The dazzling green eyed beauty that no woman could resist.

Harry and I had always been close, practically since we were born, thanks to our mothers. "Can't you just imagine," Anne would say. "Harry in a nice tux. Lydia in an amazing white dress." She cooed and started to play around with my long, dark hair. "I wouldn't pick anyone better to lose my boy to than her." 

Unaware of what she'd just said, I turned around to smile at her. "Will I look like a princess?"

"Sweetie, you always look like a princess." 

I smiled and turned back to my toys. Every once in a while, I'd sneak a quick glance at Harry. Back then Harry was more..brother like; because of how protective he was of her. Especially at school. If I had gotten hurt, or if someone was picking on me, Harry was there, defending my very existence. 

"Thank you, Harry." I'd say.

He shrugged. "Don't worry about it." And off he went. All by himself. He pulled out this book, it was blue, almost like the sea. I guess that was something he grew out of, because as soon as junior high hit, Harry had started to become more and more of a heartthrob. The girls would practically throw themselves at him. Of course, he wouldn't push them off. Maybe, sometimes he would, depending on who he liked at the time. At the time, Harry could've gotten anyone his little heart desired.

But then he'd be with me. And he was a totally different person.

"I want this," He whispered to me. We were laying down on his bed, listening to music. Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley swifted through the room. He started to sing along, and I smiled. Hearing Harry sing always soothed me.

"Want what?" I said, turning on my side to face him.

He sighed and stared at the ceiling. "A love like this. Where he would risk anything, even himself, for her. How, no matter how hard he tries to not fall for her, he does anyway. Because he just can't help it."

The corners of my mouth start to turn up, but I stop them so he can't see. "That's real sweet." Now it's my turn to sigh. "You're the first boy I've heard say something like that."

"Lyd, you know I'm not like those jerks you've dated," he says this as if he's disgusted. "I'm different."

"And you, Harry, should know that I know you're not like them."

He smiles a little, dimples slightly showing. "I actually do have this feeling. But..the girl, she doesn't know."

My heart sinks, just a little. Lately, I started to develop something for Harry. The way his pale green eyes would look into mine longingly, and his, soft, curly dark hair. Now I know what all those girls see.

"Well, you should tell her!" I say, shooting up. I pulled my knees to my chest, trying hard not to let a tear escape. It wasn't me, I thought. It would never be me.

His expression is the same. "Well, god, I want to Lyd, but I can't. I'm sure she doesn't even feel the same."

Now it was getting ridiculous. "Oh, please, Harry. Any girl you set your heart on is yours. You don't even need to try. Just grow a pair and tell her."

Harry sits up now. He looks at me, as if to say, It's you, you moron. Just get it already. It's you! His eyes pierce into mine, sending a unexplainable feeling to my chest. Harry scoots a little closer. "Lydia,"

I gulp. I have never been so terrified or scared in my entire life. My heart beat faster, wishing he'd just kiss me or not, wishing he'd just get whatever he was about to say or do out already.

"Harry," my voice cracks a little.

He smiles a little. "Don't be scared," he touches my hand. My head shoots up and looks at him. 

"I-I-I'm not scared."

"Lydia, it's you."

My heart jumps inside me. These butterflies have never felt more realistic. "Me?"

"You," he nods, kissing me softly. As his lips brush ever so light against mine, I remember how much I wanted this. How many times I'd dreamed about this moment. I was not about to let some weird feeling I loved to hate ruin everything. Kissing back, I place a hand on the back of his neck. Playing with the back of his hair I smile and breathe, "Me." I crush my lips against his again, this time, It was more passionate. It felt more..right.

Harry rests his hands on my waist, pulling me closer to him. He breaks away from the kiss and leans his forehead on mine, looking into my eyes. "I've waited so long, Lydia." He pecks my lips. "So long."

I've waited longer, I wanted to say. But I was too wrapped up in the kiss.

And in that amazing kiss, I knew this was just the begining.