green + blue {not to be finished}

harry

i feel a soft smile tugging at my lips, forming slight dimples in my cheeks as i twirl the opened note between my middle finger and my thumb. i have louis' number in my hand, i have louis, with the shining ocean eyes and the soft stubble on his chin's, number in between my two fingers. but, i don't want to seem desperate, after all i only met him about half an hour ago, no need to get all clingy all of the sudden. he's just a stranger.

i turn around, torn from my thoughts when i hear a girls voice from behind me, "styles? is that you? haven't seen you here in ages," wait- i know that voice. i blink a few times before my eyes focus on the figure moving closer towards me, "taylor?" i ask as i see my old friends blonde hair start to shine in the lights. wow, i really haven't seen her in ages, and i haven't been here in ages either. "harry! it is you!! oh wow long time, no see love! what brings you back after all this time?" she asks me excitedly as she starts to pull me towards the bar area, the note now burning a hole in my pocket. "oh, i um, i guess i needed to come back" i stutter as she pushes me on a stool next to her. she's dressed is a sequin, skin tight, silver dress, blinding under the neon lights of the club. her platform heels push her to almost my height, and her hair is straightened to reach her hips.

"well i'm sure glad you're back," she slides me a glass on the counter and smirks slightly at me, "i miss the old days when we would come here," she finished her sentence, staring intently at me. "um, thanks i guess." i say in her general direction, still looking out the door longing after the stunning short stranger who just left me. "haz, babes, i've missed you," she says softly, biting her lip as she moves slightly closer towards me, "come with me to the back, the old rooms still there y'know. we can do it all over again and-" i cute her off quickly by standing up and saying, "no, taylor. you know why i stopped doing that, it was wrong and it wasn't healthy. now, i need to leave thank you." she looks utterly devastated, as if i actually meant something to her. "oh, hazzy," she frowns at my now stood up body as i scowl at her daring her to plead again, "that's fine, you'll be back. you always were."

i then walk away as fast as i physically can, not paying any attention to whoever i knocked over or who's drinks i accidentally spilled, i just needed to get out and text louis. so i shoved briskly past the broad bouncer at the door and scurried to my black car, throwing open the door and practically jumping inside. the weather hasn't gotten any warmer since earlier, and i can practically feel my blood freezing in my veins. i blast the heat and peel quickly out of the parking lot, turning right at the next road and speeding to my house. i cant waist another moment before i text louis, i hope he knows i feel this way. i hope he knows i already care.

right now, i just wish he was here with me, kissing me again with music blasting in the distance and couples dancing all around us. but instead i'm stuck at a red light cursing under my breath at the car in front of me. as soon as the light goes green i step on the peddle, forcing the car ahead to speed along with me, otherwise i'd hit them no questions asked. once i see the outline of my neighborhood i quickly turn to the entrance and follow the familiar roads to get to my house. i wouldn't say i'm rich but, i guess i'm comfortable. i have a pretty nice house, and a great cat named dusty who always sleeps with me and wakes me up with mildly gross morning kisses. my family has always been, i don't know, um.. upper class? my dad owns a printing business in new york city and my mom was an actress all of her younger life, now she's comfortably retired in a big mansion with too many dogs and a butler named Stan.

i pull up to my garage, park inside and enter through the connecting door. i quickly turn on all the lights in my house, i've been afraid of shadows and the dark since i was a little boy, you just never know what's hiding within them. i shoe that thought as i put some food in dusty's bowl and poor myself a glass of water before heading upstairs to my bedroom. once i close the door and turn on my lights i start to grab for my phone, but it's not in my pocket. i rummage through  my pants and jacket with no success, it can't be at the club, i can't go back there, not if taylor's still there! and it's already been half an hour since louis left and i cant stand another second with out talking to him, what if he thinks i don't care? what if he assumes i don't want to know him?