Existence Of Love [Harry Styles Fanfiction/A Mermaid Tale]

36. Staircase Closet

Harry's large hands quickly moved to my face, holding my head there as the kiss deepened. I felt his tongue press against my bottom and I had no idea what to do. I haven't kissed anyone like this before. I hesitantly parted my lips and felt his tongue move against my own, a powerful wave coursing throughout my body. I felt my eyes change their color behind my eyelids.

One of his hands moved down to my hip, bringing me closer. On their own command, my hands moved to his hair as his lips passionately danced against mine. I fisted my fingers through his thick hair, curls at the bottom tickling my wrists, but I froze as I felt the dampness in his locks, my fingers slightly coated with water. 'His shower', my subconscious thought.

My eyes flew open and my lips stopped moving, Harry's still yet in movement against mine. I pulled away and muttered a soft 'stop' as I detangled myself from him and got up from the couch.

"Did I do something wrong?" Harry shyly asked me as I started to hurry away.

"No, no." I quickly replied. "Harry, that was beyond amazing, I just...." I looked behind me and saw a door just under the large staircase.

"You just what?" Harry asked, standing from the couch and walking over to me. I backed away and saw the hurt in his eyes.

14.... 15.... 16....

I closed the space between us and kissed his lips quickly for reassurance, but I'm not sure if I should've done it. Maybe he didn't want me to kiss him anymore after that heated moment?

But I had rushed to the closet before catching a glimpse of his face. As the door locked, I fell back and landed on the ground with my tail replacing my legs.

The closet wasn't very big, not at all. From where I lay, my head is nearly touching the wall and my tail bent upward against the door I had entered through, fins dangling over my upper scales.

It was a close call, but I'd take that risk again, any day if I got to be thrown in the same situation.

A soft rasp came against the door and I propped myself up on to my elbows, looking at the wooden barrier.

"Just tell me that you're okay?" Harry's slow voice came through to me.

"I am, Harry."

"It wasn't me, right?"

"I just.... I've never kissed someone like that and I got scared that maybe you didn't-"

"Don't worry, I liked it." I smiled to myself, biting my bottom lip as my face heated up in absolute excitement. "I really liked it." Harry said, a breathily chuckle escaping his lips.

I covered my face with my hands and wanted to scream out in utter happiness.

"You liked it?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"I really did." I admitted to him, starting to fix myself to sit up against the wall so my tail could lay flat on the ground.

Though I was in this situation, I felt the feeling of wanting to be in the ocean, free to swim as long as I would like. It's an urge; a need. It was more than just a 'want' when my legs phased in to a tail.

"Are you hiding from me?" Harry asked.

"Mate, leave her alone. Maybe she's touching herself to suppress the hormones." Louis' voice said from somewhere above.

Touching myself?

I slowly poked my tail and had my eyebrows come together in confusion. How are you not supposed to touch yourself? I came to the terms of thinking that what I thought was 'touching yourself' wasn't exactly the same definition as how Louis had meant it.

"Shut up, Lou." Harry scolded from in front of the door, embarrassment lacing his voice.

"We all saw it! You guys were like-" And Louis started to make a moaning noise, loud and clear.

"You stick your tongue back in your mouth!" Harry yelled.

"Yeah, don't be rude. Evanjaline is sweet." Liam had said, and I smiled.

Awh.

"Rude is watching your best mate." Harry stated.

"No, it's entertaining." Zayn laughed, Niall was heard laughing as well. They were all watching from the next platform up.

My face heated in embarrassment.

I know I should've looked around for a towel since I got in here, but I was distracted. As I peeked around now, their was none. I couldn't use my shirt, because I had to put it on after and I couldn't if it was at all wet.

I pathetically started to blow air from my mouth on to my tail, sending a slightly cold tingle to surface against my scales. There was hardly any light in here, but whatever light there was, the scales still caught it and made this small room that much brighter.

The boys weren't arguing anymore, but I still saw Harry's shadow under the door, standing still in front of it.

"Don't be creepy, Harold." Niall said from above. "Let her have a moment in the closet."

"I just... I don't know what to do." Harry said, his voice trailing away as his shadow no longer stood in front of the door.

I know that I had embarrassed myself, but I just hope I hadn't embarrassed Harry as well.

I shifted myself so I could continue the attempt to dry off, but my weight let up as a tingle ran down my spine, into my tail and I had legs once again. I stood from my place on the ground and internally cheered. That was pretty quick without a towel. I quickly put my clothes back on, and unlocked the door. It sounded with a 'pop'.

I peeked around and I didn't see Harry at all.

I didn't see anyone.

I looked up at the underside of the staircase as I left the small room and I didn't see anyone by the railing upstairs the way I thought they would be.

Did I screw things up?

No, my secret screwed things up.

I sighed in frustration and I couldn't help but want to be normal. A normal human being with just legs and other human essentials, not any of this extra mermaid stuff. I want to love without worry.

No, I want to love Harry without worry.

My gaze dropped down to the floor as I walked farther out from under the stairs.

"Hey." Harry said, just beginning to walk down the large steps. I chuckled when I noticed the towel now shuffling through his damp hair, collecting the moister I felt that had me run away from him.

"Hi." I said. He walked over to me and slung the towel over his shoulder, placing a hand on my cheek. "Sorry I ran away. And sorry I kind of kissed you."

"Why did you run away?"

"I was, uhm, afraid I wasn't good at it."

"Well, then I accept your apology." Harry playfully said, dropping his hand from my face. "But I won't accept the one about you kissing me."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not at all sorry for kind of kissing you back." He smiled and whistles came from above us, along with clapping and cheering. Harry rolled his eyes and looked up to his friends, glaring. "You guys promised-"

"No, we promised we'd behave last night." Liam interrupted, earning a high-five from Zayn.

Harry's eyes came back down to mine and he smiled softly, almost apologetically.

In this moment I realized that Harry and I have now grown a certain connection since the kiss. I don't know what it is or where it will lead, but I'm happy in this moment of time as I watched his beautiful emerald eyes dance between mine.

I may not be an ordinary girl the way that I want to be, but I'm more than just a mythical creature right now.