PARKER | Dark H.S. AU

xxi. introducing felicia

Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2014

Infatuation. Infatuation is what you'd call a feeling so strong, yet so fragile you can hardly ever define it. It's when you have this firm yearning to see this certain person, yet when you finally did, you can't do anything about it. It's as if all the pent up desire to see, touch, and feel would dissipate away from your body, overpowered by the vulnerability of the rational aspect of your personality, low self-esteem, fear of rejection.

Harry Styles spent the rest of the night tossing and turning on his bed inside the solitary confines of his hotel suite, feeling cold, restless and empty, thinking about no one but the lovely blonde girl who have subconsciously raptured his heart the moment he first saw her. His mind wandered around the possibility of how it would feel to have his arms encase around her petite frame, to have him devour her thoughts the same way she does to him. A stupid smile was plastered on his face as the blonde's face flashed before his eyes, her melodious giggle resound just like a recorded tape in his head. He wanted nothing more than to see Charlie again and he was so much looking forward for the day after, knowing well enough that a day spent with her in the city would be just as enjoyable as earlier that day; if not, maybe even better.

So, Harry woke up the next day the same exact time as the day before -- dressed himself casually before being fetched by his chauffeur at 7AM -- and before he even realizes it, he is already standing in front of the building of Charlie's apartment complex.

His scuffed boots pad towards the entrance, long and scrawny legs climb up the single flight of stairs, and hand balls into a fist before knocking on the door.

"Aiden, come in, it's unlocked!" His heart skips a beat once he hears her voice, amused by her knowledge that it is him behind her door (minus the name).

He twists the knob and pushes it forward after hearing its distinct clicking sound. His tentative steps advance inside the threshold and his eyes immediately scan the surrounding. Sure, it's only his third time to be in her apartment, but he reckons he wouldn't be able to get his self accustomed to its eerie feel, yet the feeling of belongingness is also acknowledged by him.

The artsy walls give off a cheery vibe of childhood, the colorful curtains feel liberating, the antiquities sheltered in the cabinets bring nostalgia. All in all, its interior makes Harry feel home. Even the pristine sights of luxurious hotels he had stayed in from place to place couldn't compare to the comfort Charlie's apartment offers. Hell, even his own bachelor pad in London feels bleak and empty for him despite being inhabited by him for years, despite the few parties he had thrown there, despite the few people he had invited to come over there.

Is it weird to have that strange connection towards an average apartment? Probably not. When the girl you fancy resides there, you'd want to stay withasmuch time as possible -- with that certain person, preferably.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes 'cause I need to know. Just like yesterday, music is blaring inside the apartment -- only this time it's a different song, but equally as catchy as yesterday's.

What type of song do you call it these days? Harry asks himself. Regae? Whatever.

Harry's ears catch the same exact words from the song carried by a small voice as it sings along to the tune. Following the sound, Harry finds Charlie in the kitchen, yet again. Only this time, she is transferring cupcakes from the trey to a picnic basket using a plastic tong.

"There you are." Charlie chirps as she places the last piece onto the contraption, her eyes flicking up to Harry and back to her task at hand. "Mavie ordered cupcakes yesterday, about thirty pieces. I hope you don't mind me delivering this to her before we go to the city."