labyrinth Δ harry styles

Door Thirty-One: Nirvana

THE NEXT FEW days felt as if time had stopped. Indira was beginning to think she had been overusing that phrase, but how could it be when it perfectly described her time with Harry. Whether it was alone at night, or in the company of others during the day, it had truly felt like her place of solace. Harry was everything she could have ever asked for in a guy, and that included the way he held doors open for her, the way he always had her walk on the inside of the sidewalk to be away from cars, and among others things. It made her heart flutter by being treated like she should have been after all the years of bad relationships, albeit they were only less than a handful—if that.

Indira stirred her sweet iced coffee with the paper straw, mixing away the sugar and hazelnut syrup as the sun beat warmly on her face. The first day of August was just as sunny as it was hot, but of course, she didn't mind it, rather she embraced it. When she opened her eyes, she caught Harry gazing at her as if she was a delicate painting. The large table umbrella did much to shield a portion of where they were seated, Harry being the one to sit under the shade with a unique pair of round white rimmed sunglasses and dark black lenses. She smiled as she took a sip of her cool drink, amused at his hatred for the heat—as she's quickly come to know.

"What are you smiling about?" He asked, a smirk tugging at the end of his thin lips, a dimple one muscle away from appearing on his cheek.

"Nothing," she smiled again as she leaned her elbows on the wooden glossed table.

"You are a terrible liar, Indira." He chuckled as he sat himself foreword as well.

"Yeah, I gotta know how you do that."

"Do what?" He toys with her, scooting closer to her. Indira gave him one look which was enough to know what she was talking about. Harry chuckled in amusement then said, "I just can."

"Enough with that Edward Cullen cryptic shit," she nudged his elbow with hers.

"I'm starting to think this Cullen guy is going to get in the way of our relationship." Indira opened her mouth to start whining like a child, but he spoke quick enough to stop her. "You have a few tells. You know, like poker?"

"What are my tells?" She took a sip of her coffee, waiting for his answer.

"What would be the fun in that, darling?" He reached over to tuck a her few curls behind her ear,  also taking the moment to caress the side of her face with just the pad of his thumb. Without realizing, she had pressed her face against his palm, the thought of their previous conversations becoming just a faint memory as she finds his eyes through his dark sunglasses.

Indira couldn't stop herself when she filled the space between them to press her lips against his. There was really no other way of explaining this feeling other than a concoction of dizzy emotions that sent her into a space where she was at eternal bliss. And through it all, she refused to separate herself from that place. With Harry, it was the one time that she could rest her mind from pressing matters, and even forget about the reality of everything that was anything. The notion of having the weight lifted off her chest became so comforting to her, knowing that a smile of his could ease her into a state of peace. If this was a fairy tale, she was sure he was made out of magic. So pure in heart and soul that it was almost impossible for someone like him to exist, hoping that it wouldn't all wash away at the last stroke of midnight.

The sound of a camera click forced her to pull away.

The last stroke of midnight.

"What is it, love?" He asked her in a low voice. Harry never favored the thought of PDA, but at this point, he was wrapped around her tiny little finger.