Fix you (Harry Styles)

CHAPTER 61

CHAPTER 61

HARRY'S POV

I was certain that Mercy expected me to be angry at her for trying to persuade me to let Zach visit Paris with the both of us, but I wasn't. I knew it would be the perfect opportunity for me to show him that he had no chance whatsoever with her, it was the perfect time for him to see that Mercy is in love with me, and only me, and she always will be for the rest of her life. 

I knew Zach would be an obstacle in mine and Mercy's relationship, and our future together,unless I find a way to make him let her go and give up on her.

I knew he was in love with her, I saw the way he always looked at her. I knew that, because I looked at her the same way. I knew it because both of us look so consumed by her when we look at her, we gaze at her, look deeply into her eyes, as if we were drowning in the Amber color of her eyes, as if we were utterly enchated. We focus on as many details on her face as possible, I was sure he even noticed the freckles on top of her cheeks, that were barely and hardly seen. I was sure that he noticed the dimple in her left cheek. I was certain that he memorized every single detail in her flawlessly beautiful face.

When Zach and I look at her, we look as if were so lost in her eyes, falling under the spell of her unique beauty. 

We would try to control ourselves and not kiss her small yet full pink lips, we would try not to tuck one of her loose brown curls that fall on her face, behind her ears.

Mercy, of course, didn't know how much Zach actually loved her. She thought he only had feelings for her, or loved her, but never has she realized that he was in love with her. Loving someone and being in love with someone are two completely diffrent things. 

You see, when you love someone, there's a high risk of you getting bored of them or losing interest in them after a while, when you love someone you would eventualy give up on them if you realize you can't have them. When you love someone, you love them for a year, maybe two or three, but then you'll just stop loving them when the next person comes into your life. When you love someone, you never think of them as your future partner, as someone that you could spend the rest of your life with, therefore you never think of them as "the one". 

However, when you're in love with someone, you memorize every single thing they tell you, every single second spent with that person, every kiss, every hug, every fight, everything. You remember the smallest things about them and you start being interested in the stuff they like. Every topic they talk about is never boring to you, everything that escapes their mouths is amusing, and is cherished in the future as a special memory. You unconsciously notice their qualities and their flaws, and you slowly start to accept their imperfections, as a matter of fact, those flaws start to seem more valuable to you than their qualities, because they make them special. When you're in love with someone, you become so god damn crazy about that person, you think about them when you wake up, until the time when you fall asleep. Heck, even when you're asleep, they don't leave your heart, nor your head, they keep wandering there, and they how up in all your dreams and all your nightmares. When you hold them, you feel like you have the whole world in your arms. They make you lose your sanity, for that you know you would kill for them, you would wait forever for them, you would be feeling the same way towards them for goodno matter how bad they hurt you. Sometimes, you want it to stop, you want to stop being so fucking consumed by them, you want to stop this bizarre feeling from fucking up with your head, because you're scared. You're afraid, because it would hurt like hell to see them with someone else, nothing hurts more than not being able to have them. But you can't, you can't stop being in love with that person, you just give up, you surrender to the feeling, you surrender to that person, forever. Being in love is both a curse and a bless.