Direction Dreamer

Chapter Twenty

Harry Styles was a hopeless romantic, there was no doubt about that. When we stepped into the manor, he picked me up bridal style and ran me up to our bedroom. We weren’t about to go at it or anything though, he wanted to get himself dressed up for a romantic evening out in London. “I need to look good!” he insisted, unbuttoning his flannel, digging through his closet for a white button up shirt. “You look handsome just the way you are babe!” I insisted right back. He would have none of that. I figured that I could find something nicer to wear too, a dress maybe? My clothes were scattered around, I’d torn through my suitcases to find my outfit for earlier. I ended up finding a pretty ivory colored dress, it was tea length and embroidered. I found my white strapped heels and left my hair the way it was, figuring that this would do. Hazza walked out of the bathroom, eyed me up and down while a smile spread across his face. “I’m seriously dating the most beautiful girl on the planet!” he said. I took his hand in mine, happy at last to have some genuine along time before we had to face the paparazzi who’d been tipped off by the hospital staff that Lou was there and I had returned. He was so handsome in his suit and tie, I couldn’t help but feel warm all over. We walked out of the flat, hands gripped tightly, talking and laughing like we had on our first date, The paps attacked, but our focus tonight was each other. We wanted to talk about the wedding, talk about our future, we wanted to plan. He took me to one of my favorite places in the whole city, our place, our destination was none other than the London Eye. He lead me onto the ferris wheel, grabbing a wireless iPod Dock before stepping on himself. “Haz, what’s going on?” I asked. He smiled. He wasn’t going to tell me. He pushed the button on the dock and wrapped his arms around my waist. He hummed softly in my ear, kissing my neck and drawing me closer and closer until our bodies were one.

“When I look into your eyes
It’s like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
There’s so much they hold
And just like them old stars
I see that you’ve come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?”

Harry’s hand was on my lower back, the other in my hand. He dipped me down and flashed his infamous smile, turning 50 shades of red.

“I won’t give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I’m giving you all my love
I’m still looking up”

He was sweetly singing to the music, all of my fears evaporated and I leaned into him, his heart was the sea right now. No fears of drowning, I dove in head first. It was beautiful, his voice was a masterpiece. It was poetic and divine.

“And when you’re needing your space
To do some navigating
I’ll be here patiently waiting
To see what you find”

He whispered the lyrics into my ear. I tried to speak but a soft kiss stopped me. There was no chance, it was head vs. heart, and my heart was winning.

“Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth
We’ve got a lot to learn
God knows we’re worth it
No, I won’t give up”

Harry spun me around, he was smiling, dimples and all with his eyes shut tight. He looked like he was dreaming, a dream that he could have remained in forever.

“I don’t wanna be somebody who walks away so easily
I’m here to stay and make the difference that I can make
Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use
The tools and gifts we got yeah, we got a lot at stake
And in the end, you’re still my friend at least we did intend for us to work
We didn’t break, we didn’t burn
We had to learn to bend without the world caving in
I had to learn what I’ve got, and what I’m not and who I am”