Call it Magic (Harry Styles)

Chapter Four: You

Chapter Four: You

Ronnie's P.O.V

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It was freezing cold in London, the streets slick with the day's rain. My heels clicked on the pavement as I made my way to the party I was dreading to go to.

Why am I even going to this damn thing? I would much rather just walk back home and climb back into my rather comfy, warm bed. The mention of anything warm made me shiver even more, my exposed skin stinging against the harsh atmosphere. Of course I forgot a jacket in the midst of my mental breakdown.

I could hear the pounding music a block away, making me regret going to this more and more. I finally reached Nessa's door and hesitated before twisting the knob. I bit my lip nervously and stepped through the door, the smell of sweat and alcohol already wafting through my nostrils.

I fidgeted with my short red dress a bit and looked around for someone to talk to instead of just standing awkwardly by the door for the rest of the night. All I saw were highly intoxicated, rich kids grinding on each other and shoving their tongues down each other's throats. I chuckled a bit at a girl crying because her friend had just spilled her drink on her skirt, slurring, "This is fucking Valentino!"

I rolled my eyes and searched the room for someone, anyone I knew. I was getting more and more desperate by the second, my palms beginning to sweat nervously and the smothering hold of anxiety crunching me in its grasp. I was just about to turn around and leave when my eyes met with a familiar piercing green pair I used to know all too well.

Harry

I sucked in a sharp intake of breath as I saw him hurriedly stand and knock his glass over. I barely heard it shatter over the pounding of my heart as he shoved his way through the crowd and made his way to me. The walls seemed to close in when he finally stood tall in front of me, my heart beating so loud I wondered if he could hear it.

"Ronnie," He breathed, his chest rising and falling erratically.

He looked so different now, but the same somehow. New tattoos inked on his tan skin peeked out from beneath his black T-shirt. He had grown taller, way taller, and by the way his clothes hung to his lean frame, he had definitely been working out. His chocolate brown curls were pushed up out of his beautifully addictive face, instead of falling over his eyebrows like I remembered. His lips, God his lips, were plump and pink, the color of roses or a sunset on a summer day, looking like they had just been bitten. His eyes were just how I remember, though. Bright and forest green, the kind of eyes that burn into your mind when you blink, the ones I'll never be able to forget.

"Wha-," He choked, "What are you doing here?" He stared at me with such confusion and intensity, as if he didn't know if I were real.

"Erm. Nessa invited me," I replied, barely above a whisper.

He just stared back at me, his mouth opening and closing like he was trying to say something.

"I-," Before he could get barely a word in, Nessa's whiny voice came into way too close of proximity than I would've liked.

"Harryyy," She slurred as she stumbled into us, her skinny frame knocking into Harry's. "I missed you babeee," She whined as she attempted to kiss him, her lips barely brushing his cheek as he moved out of reach.

"Oh, look who made it. Finally crawled out from under the rock you live under, Ronnie?" Nessa sneered, wrapping her bony arm around Harry's waist.

I rolled my eyes, ignoring her usual unpleasant words.

"Harry, want to come to mine tonight? I have something special planned," She winked, leaning in to kiss the delicate skin under his collarbone.

He didn't reply, his stare still intently fixed on me. I was mentally trying to figure out the quickest exit, before I was noticed by anyone else.

"Ronnie!" I heard a familiar Irish accent yell, right as I was about to duck out. Fuck.

"Ronnie! Oh my God, how long has it been?" Niall exclaimed, a drink in his hand, as Zayn, Louis, and Liam came into view behind him.

"Holy shit. She lives!" Louis laughed, pulling me into a quick hug, and the rest of the boys followed suit.

"Hi guys," I laughed awkwardly, brushing a piece of hair from my view.

"Ronnie. You look stunning babe," Zayn smirked, taking his tongue between his teeth, chocolate brown eyes twinkling.

"Thanks! You don't look so bad yourself," I replied, looking down as a blush crept up on my cheeks. I was becoming painfully aware of how high of heels I was wearing as I awkwardly shifted from foot to foot.

I glanced back at Harry, who looked like he was about to kill someone. His jaw was clenched tight, his hands balled into tight fists, as he shot Zayn a death glare.

"Where the bloody hell have you been?" Niall asked loudly, his slurring speech a clear indication that the drink in his hand certainly had not been his first.

I laughed at his loose and cheerful demeanor and threw my hair back over my shoulder.

"Oh you know. Living it up."

He threw his blonde head back and let out a loud contagious laugh.

"Well, glad to have you back, Kiddo," He chuckled, ruffling my hair before walking back to whichever girl he was going home with for the night. The rest of the guys smiled and waved goodbye as they followed after him, Zayn's gaze staying on me a few moments longer than the rest. He winked at me before turning and following behind, leaving me alone again with Harry and Nessa.

"Well. This has been fun. I think I'm going to go," I remarked, faking a smile as I slowly crept towards the door.

"Shame," Nessa replied, smirking as she draped herself over Harry.

I cringed and turned, wanting to get back to my flat as possible so I could curl up and cry.

I was halfway out the door when a warm hand planted itself on my bare shoulder.

"I'll walk you home."