PERFECT STRANGERS [Harry Styles]✓

Chapter 52.

Meg's POV

It's been more than an hour since he texted and he's still not here. Every time I see someone approaching me, or rather walk past me, I think it's Dork. My Dork.

I am sitting at the bar with Cindy and Liam and for some reason they think that he wouldn't show up, no matter how many times I tell them he will.

Or will he?

"You shouldn't have trusted him in the first place." Liam sighs.

"He'll come." I curtly reply. Liam sighs again.

I order myself my 4th drink of the night. I keep fidgeting with my fingers and no amount of alcohol seems to reduce my tension and nervousness.

What if he doesn't show up? What if he doesn't love me the way he says he does, or not at all? What if Liam is right.

"Meg?" Cindy waves her hands in front of me.

"Erm-yeah?" I ask before downing my drink.

"Let's dance!" She excitedly jumps and drags me and Liam, to where all, Louis, Zyan and Niall, are, on the dance floor.

I am feeling a little nauseous because of the alcohol and the fact that he's not going to come.

I shouldn't have trusted him!

I sway my hips along with the beats of the music, not because I want to but only because I know that it'll help me reduce my tension, but stop when I feel a hand on my waist. I try to push him away but his grip only tightens.

"Shh...Meg, it's just me." I hear Liam whispering in my ear and I relax. His hold on my waist loosens but he keeps his arms around me.

I continue to dance against Liam. I feel his hot breath on my neck and I feel my skin rise.

"What are you doing?" I ask, breathlessly.

"Trying to make you forget about him." He shouts over the music and takes a deep breath.

"I cannot." I whisper and he withdraws his hands from my waist.

We've been dancing for a while now but I don't seem to be tired. Liam stopped a few minutes ago and is off to I don't know where, while all of us are still on the floor until we hear the DJ speak through the microphone.

"It's just 5 minutes before New Year." The DJ shouts and I feel a pang in my heart. He promised me he'd come. He promised me we'll meet but he didn't.

Everybody gathers around the stage and the music stops for a while.

I see a familiar trail of hair walking towards me, through the crowd.

"10" The DJ shouts and everyone joins.

I see as his appearance comes into view.

"9"

He come towards me and stops right in front of me. He's wearing a black skinny jeans ripped at the knees along with a black shirt and I look at him in confusion.

"8"

"What are you doing here? I thought-"

"7"

He pulls me by my wrist against his chest and I stare at him dumbfounded.

"6"

He pulls me closer,if that's even possible, by my waist and keeps his hands still. He leans so that our faces are only inches away.

"5"

His eyes meet mine and I feel my knees go weak by the intesity of his gaze.

"4"

"Harry? What are you doing?" I mumble as his lips brush against mine.

"3"

I try to push him away but he doesn't budge.

"2"

"You promised that you wouldn't stop me when I kiss you." He says against my lips.

"1!"

He captures my lips with his and moves them against mine.

I couldn't comprehend anything that is happening. My mind is jumbled up. How can Harry be him?

"Kiss me, please." He begs against my lips.

In that moment I didn't care about anything. I entertwin my hands in his hair and pull him closer. His plump lips and how they feel against mine is all I'm thinking right now. He cups my chin and tilts his head a bit to give him better access. He squeezes my butt and I gasp, giving him access. His tongue savour every part of my mouth as if he's afraid that this won't happen again. My tongue battles with his and I tug at his hair when his wins, earing a moan from him.

We pull apart in need of air, our chests heaving rhythmically. He rests his forehead against mine and his hands still cup my cheeks.

"I love you, Meg." He confesses and it sends a shiver down my body. Harry is the one, he's my Dork. But why didn't he tell me.

I try to pull away but he wraps his arm around me to keep me close.

"Please don't go!" He practically begs and I comply.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I quietly ask.

"I thought you'd leave me!"

"But maybe it would've been easier." I reply.

"No! It wouldn't have! I love you and I didn't want you to go."

"I didn't mean it like that, I meant that maybe it would have been better for us. We would have been together!" I whisper.

"What? You want to be with me?" His eyes light up.

I nod.

"Yeah?" He asks again.

"Yeah.!"

I hear claps and cheers and I look around to see that we are in the middle of the dance floor with people surrounding us. I immediately become shy and push my face against Harry's chest to avoid any humiliation and Harry starts chuckling at my behaviour before wrapping his arms around me.

"Shut up, Dork." I say against his chest.

"Okay, baby."

I see Liam clapping and cheering for us from the corner of my eyes. A small smile tug at my lips when he sees me staring him and winks in my direction.

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Oh my gosh! Is this even for real? Harry already 25. I love you, the way you are and the way you're gonna be plus the way you were before and the way you are gonna be after 50 years and till infinity and beyond. People often asks me why do I love you and I'm always like 'I never had an option but to fall in love with you,' it's quite impossible not to fall for you.
Happy Birthday Beautiful.❤

OH! AND I JUST REALISED THAT I LOVE YOU MORE THAN I DID MERE SECONDS AGO.