Call it Magic (Harry Styles)

Chapter Five: Us

Chapter Five: Us

Harry's P.O.V

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"I'll walk you home," The words left my mouth before I could attempt to stop them. She nodded and didn't say anything as she opened the door. I followed her into the cold London night, the air thin and the wind blowing her hair out of her face. It was a big difference from the smothering hot party we had just thankfully gotten ourselves out of. She wrapped her arms around her shivering frame, her short red dress barely providing any warmth against the harsh wind and freezing temperature.

"You look cold," I remarked, trying to hold back the chuckle that was threatening to escape my lips.

"How did you guess?" She laughed, rolling her eyes, her teeth beginning to chatter.

"Here," I mumbled, taking off my coat and draping it around her freezing shoulders, "Let me put you out of your misery."

"Thank you," She smiled, and my breath caught in my throat.

Her smile. It's the kind of thing that keeps you awake at night when you didn't see it during the day. Even now, after all that's happened, she still burns the brightest, she's still glowing.

I looked down and kicked a rock, trying to work out what to say to her next, before we get to her house and she's gone again.

"I missed you so fucking much," I whisper. Damn I really need to figure out how to control what comes out of my mouth.

We're both stunned that one of us finally said it and she looks up at me like she's fighting with herself about what she should reply with. Her eyes are so desperate and intense as she looks at me, studying my features intently, and then her gaze closes off like a brick wall was dropped between us. She laughed in my face, turning and continuing to walk, me trailing behind her.

"That's funny Harry, because it really didn't seem like it the two years I spent, alone in my room without a call or a fucking text from you, while you're living it up and sleeping with whoever you feel like," She hissed, venom and years worth of pain and hurt pouring out of her.

Ouch.

"And you know what," she continued, "I thought maybe after what happened you would want to be there for me. I thought maybe you would at least care enough about me to say that everything would be alright and hold me and until I stopped crying like you used to."

She was crying now, her voice cracking as she tried to hide the tears welling up in her eyes. Her words were twisting like a knife in my chest, reaffirming everything I knew I did wrong by not being there for her.

"Ronnie, please don't cry," I choked, wrapping my fingers around her delicate wrist.

She laughed through her tears, looking down to hide them.

"I am so stupid. You know that? I should have never gone to that stupid fucking party because here you are, your life's still going on and you're still partying and having fun. Then there's stupid me, living in flashbacks and memories for two years, walled up in my bedroom with my psychotic mother and death father."

"That's not true Ronnie. That's so far from true," I trembled, my hands shaking as I took her beautiful face in my hands.

"You have no fucking idea how much I think about you every minute of the god damn day. You have no fucking clue how badly I wanted to be there for you after what happened," I whispered, searching for some kind of emotion in her eyes.

"Then why didn't you?" She questioned, her face cold in my hands.

"Because I-," I stuttered, "I fell in love with you."

She stared back at me stunned, confusion and sadness shrouding her delicate features.

"What?" She asked, her eyes searching mine for an answer.

I took her hand in mine and sat her down on the sidewalk next to me.

I took a deep breath before saying the words I'd wanted to say for two damn years.

"I fell in love with you. Actually, I don't think I ever wasn't in love with you," I whispered, looking down at my lap, her hand in mine. "But that's not what I do. I don't fall in love. When I finally admitted to myself that I felt the way I did, I ran. I didn't want to break your heart, because I'm not capable of loving someone. I found that out in the past," I mumbled, shame beating hot against my face as I said the words out loud.

She rubbed my fingers with hers, brushing her thumb over my palm, motioning me to go on.

I took a deep breath and looked at the beautifully addictive girl in front of me.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so fucking sorry Ronnie. What I did is totally unforgivable and I don't expect you to give me another chance. But...I would really, really like you to," I sighed, out of breath and totally emotionally drained.

She looked at me intently, her eyes softening with every word I said. I watched her, desperately searching for an acceptance to my apology.

"I don't know. It will take some time, Harry," she sighed, looked out into the black night, "I want to try, though."

A huge grin broke out on my face, a huge weight being lifted off my shoulders.

"Really? Thank you, thank you, thank you! I can work with that. I can definitely work with that," I beamed, squeezing her hand in mine and bringing it to my lips.

"You're such a nerd," She smiled her glorious smile that made me melt.

"Same old, same old," I laughed, standing up and brushing myself off, holding out my hand for her to take, "Let's get a move on then."