Fade {Harry Styles}

chapter 22

Marcel fumbled with his hands quite often, but he twiddled his thumbs far more than usual as Kelsey took a seat on the couch right across from him. His mind was in a heated race with his heartbeat, and both were desperate to win. His lips were comparable to a cemetary given all the words that had died there as he gazed at Kelsey in utter disbelief. His jaw opened and closed so many times one could probably assume he was chewing something. 

"The show was amazing." Kelsey smiled, looking at all the boys in turn but her eyes landing on Harry's. "Are you guys always that...Energetic?" She asked. The 4 strangers were too deeply trapped in shock to ask any questions as Kelsey did. All 4 happened to be girls. And all 4 hand their hands over their mouth, and a few had tears glimmering in their eyes.

But not Kelsey. Her chin was held high and the fire in her gray eyes was lit with something spectacular that Harry couldn't quite place a finger on. His eyes quickly scanned her body; she was wearing dark skinny jeans that hugged her curves in all the right places, not that Harry was paying much attention to that, and a pale green tanktop that buttoned in the front. Simple, but she made it look stunning. 

Harry took note of her skin, and how full of color it was. She was healthier than when he last laid eyes on her. When he left, she was so sickly white with small bags under her eyes. A heart could break at the sight of the state she was in. 

But now, she was radiant. Her crazy hedge of hair was pulled on top of her head in a messy bun, but natrually the ringlets near her temples had slipped out to hang on either side of her face. Flawless. 

Harry remembered the night she had gotten drunk and he had found her with some blonde boy outside of her apartment with bad intentions bubbling in their minds. How he had taken her back to his place to crash. How she had asked him to sing to her until she fell into slumber. He had taken those exact curls that framed her face around his finger. The soft ringlets fit perfectly around his digits. At first he tried to tuck them behind her ears, and after countless attempts it finally became clear that they couldn't be tamed. 

Louis was the first to answer her question. "Yes, that's the way it seems. It's quite funny actually," He smiled. "because there is something new at every show. It's brilliant."

Kelsey's eyes left Harry's to watch Louis tell some pretty worth while stories of some pretty memorable concerts. But Harry had heard the stories a million times, in fact, he was there when all the events occured. So his eyes stayed glued to the girl in front of him as he tuned his mate out. 

His eyes found her scar which was slightly hidden by the escaped tendrils of hair, but he knew it was there.

"I got it from when I fell out of a tree when I was seven." Kelsey's voice cut through Harry's mind. His gaze tumbled down from her forhead to meet her eyes which were locked questioningly on his own.

She doesn't know you. You are Harry. Not Marcel!

The words didn't die this time.

"You don't have to lie to me, you know."

Horror struck Harry right across the face. Why would he say such a thing? What will she say?

But Kelsey only raised an eyebrow. Mocking almost.  "C'mon. That's all the fun."

"Yeah...but I don't do fun things."

"We need to do something fun!" He shouted dramatically. Kelsey’s expression didn’t change, and neither did her position.

"Kels…" Marcel whined in a high pitched tone.

"I’ve just grown quite fond of this lovely couch, my dear friend. It fits my lazy ass perfectly and it has decided it doesn’t want to let me go."