Stranded (Harry Styles Fan-Fic) {Completed}

Chapter Five (Confessions)

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The next thing on our list was to make a shelter.. Which was going to be the hardest, considering neither of us knew how to make one..

And we could barely find food. How were we going to pull this off? 

"Hey, Dani?" I heard Harry's voice say behind me. We were walking through the woods to look for some longer tree limbs for support of our little house.

"Yeah?"

"Do you know how to make shelter?" 

"Well," I began, chosing my words carefully. I really didn't, but I didn't want to tell Harry that. I didn't want him to get freaked out, or think I'm weak. "I've seen some shows where they teach you how to do so. I knew how to make fire, didn't I?" 

"That's true. Okay, just making sure." 

"Okay," I said. Then, I spoke the question that the two of us have been dying to say ever since we got here. "Do you think we're ever going to get out of here?" 

"Dunno," Harry shrugged. I turned around to see him scratching his head. "It's kind of nice being here in a way." He said quietly.

"How is this nice? We're stranded, all alone on a little island that I'm sure no one even know exists. This is horrifying. What if we never get saved? What if we're here for the rest of our lives?" 

"Then I guess we'll be here for the rest of our lives. And I guess we would have to deal with it," He began, before looking at the ground. "It's nice because you don't know what it's like to be me."

"What?" I asked, confused. I looked at Harry, who was sitting on the cold, forest floor next to a giant log. Why he didn't sit on the log, I don't know.

"Being hounded by cameras and people that think they know you isn't exactly the best thing in the world," He said, speaking quietly. "I've never actually had a true friend other than the lads. Those boys I hang out with at school? Their just people that want something from me. The only reason they hang out with me is because they want something. The only reason anyone ever talks to me is because they want something.."

I could hear the pain in Harry's voice. I didn't like it. Was what he was saying true? It must be, because of the sorrow he had in his voice.. I could hear it shaking while he spoke. I said nothing, as I let him continue to speak. I sat down next to him, sitting on the ground just the way he was. 

"Everybody thinks they know me so well. When people see my name in the paper, or in magazines, they always think 'Harry! The boy from One Direction!'. But really, I'm just Harry, the boy from Cheshire that had a dream. They always forget that I'm just a regular guy. That's why I started going to school over there.. Because I wanted to try to live a somewhat normal life. Come to realize that something like that would never happen again."

I looked at Harry once more, with watery eyes, and a serious expression on his face. Like he wanted to just crawl up in a ball and be left alone. All of this made me realize how bad I felt.. How bad I felt for him.. And how bad I felt for being like that to him. I never talked to him, because I thought he was stuck up, and I thought he let fame get to him. But I know now that this was not the case. It wasn't the case at all. 

"I thought I would never meet someone normal again. Someone that would like me for me, not like me because I'm in a famous band. I thought I would never meet another person that would treat me fairly, and like me for who I am. I thought I would never meet another person who didn't want something from me, someone who just wanted to be friends, or maybe even more. I thought all of those days were over.. That is, until I met you."

I was still looking at Harry at the moment, watching him talk, listening to the shake in his voice. I could tell that he was being serious, and that I should believe him. And you know what, I did. 

"I'm sorry, Harry," I whispered, looking at the ground. I could feel Harry's eyes on me, as if he didn't know what I was apologizing for. "I'm sorry for treating you so horribly at school. For never answering you when you talked to me.. For never texting or calling back when you wanted to talk to me.. For never listening to you.. I thought fame got to you. I really did, but I know now that it hasn't. I am so sorry, Harry.." 

We looked into each others eyes for a minute, before he nodded his head and said, "It's okay."

"Dani?" Harry asked, scooting a bit closer to me. His voice ringing in my ear.

"Harry?" 

"Can you look at me for a minute?" 

I looked at Harry, who was as close to me as he was the night we had a fire. I looked into his dark, green eyes that were glowing. I couldn't tell if they were glowing from happiness or sadness. Both would have set the mood of the way he was looking at me right now. That was when I realized something; 

I was in love with Harry Styles.

All of this time.. Me rolling my eyes at him in the hallway when he walked by.. Getting tense every time somebody said his name, or mentioned him to me.. Feeling a ting of jealousy, everytime some snob tried talking to him.. It was all because I had feelings for him. I thought about this for a minute, doing a double-take to make sure what  I was feeling was correct. I thought about the first day he came to our school, and we were assigned lab partners in chemistry. He was always smiling when he talked, his dimples showing and eyes glowing.. Whenever he talked to me, I felt like there was nobody else around. Like it was just the two of us in the whole world. I felt that way the whole time he attended school, until he started hanging out with the jocks and acted like he never knew me since. I thought I lost all feelings for him when he turned into someone that he wasn't.. But I guess that just made me want him even more. 

"Y-yes." I stammered. 

He was just centimeters away from my face, and I could feel his breathing on my neck. I felt my cheeks getting hot as he leaned in closer, and then I heard him say something.

"I love you."

Before I could respond, his lips were pressed against mine, and his hands were on my cheeks. I kissed him back, not even trying to push him away. I couldn't. I could feel fireworks exploding into the air, and I got the feeling that I had when I first met him. That feeling where you get butterflies in your stomach, and your head spins around every time you see him in the hallway. 

I got that feeling I've been waiting for since we first met. 

When he pulled away, he looked scared. "I'm, I'm sorry."

"No, no. It's okay." I said, still getting that feeling in my stomach. 

We looked at each other for a minute before kissing again, but this time more patiently. My head was doing the spinning feeling again, and I loved it. 

I loved him.