destined. | h.s

24. new year mess

Harry’s P.O.V

“Love her with all your heart now, Harry. Before everything begins to disappear,” That was Liam’s voice repeating all over, in my head, when he said he had to knock me into the right path.

At this instant, I stood in front of Ariella’s apartment, being caressed by the three a.m winter wind. I couldn’t hem in these messed emotions without having to see her. Because, lying down beside her or even just having her presence around me gets everything to feel right.

In the face of knowing the door is locked, I attempted to open it, I get negative. So, I texted Abi, just so I wanted to surprise Ariella:

Hey, would you mind getting up on your bed right now and open the door xx h

It didn’t take much time before she replied, she must be awake:

Duh, why would I?

I knew this was coming, I haven’t added that I was already here, plus, she’s a lazy arse:

I think I’m outside?

My phone beeps, then I here footsteps right near the door:

Fine, then.

A drowsy-looking Abi welcomes me as she furrows her eyebrows. Probably because of this strange stuff a man does when he’s went crazy.

“Come in, Mr. I’m-so-inlove-but-we-aren’t-official,” she spoke in a tuned huffing with annoyance. The lovebirds–Libigaile, they call it–have always been precise with their ideas, like they’re literally meant to commit or later on see each other on aisle.

“Go to sleep, I’ll stay for the rest of the hours left before sunrise,” I told her, knowing I have disturbed her rest.

She nods and turned to her room while I made my way to Ariella’s.

I opened the door ever so slowly, that it took about more than three minutes to have myself in. I glanced at the girl, sleeping silently, body turned to the left. Her hair was spread in all sorts of direction, but it was still beauty.

I sat on the other side of the bed, and slid away from her face the hair. The constant breathing coming from her, sounded so peaceful, it was all I could hear. With all the wary skills I have in me, I kissed her on the cheek.

It’s a rupture to the heart, to know her lips aren’t going to be the one crashing on mine tomorrow night. It’s the 30th, the other two days rolled away fast, and the last time I heard her talk to me, she said her hands felt like coming off after their meeting.

A few more minutes later, I decided to lie down beside her, arraying my arm on her, wondering why she didn’t baulk. Then, at a snail’s pace, my strength to remain awake was sapped from me; I could declare that I felt comfort and better with her.

The morning sunlight, shone through her window, which woke me up. I took time before I comprehended we were positioned as before, except that her arm was above my hugging one.

We stayed still, before she started shuffling. “Somebody’s uh, rapist! Don’t you dare touch me! Mmm . . .” she jadedly and practically yelled. Her eyes shot broad, heads turning everywhere.

“It’s Harry babe,” I added for her, she nods as her head turned towards me, resting on my chest, while my heart beat raised on her little touch. “Can’t I get a good morning kiss?”

She shook her head, “No, but good morning anyway,”

I groaned lightly, brushing her hair with my fingers, letting the Paris smell of her hair sink in on me. She, according to the grapevine, was taunting me.