Mixed Up // Harry Styles

Nineteen

                                            CHAPTER NINETEEN

     “Holly?” Their voice questions again, more closely to me now than before.

     I look up at them and blink away the tears, their face becoming clearer as they stand beneath the street light.

     “Harry,” My voice croaks and I wipe at my eyes.

     “Hol, what’s wrong?” He asks concerned and sits down beside me.

     “Aaron, he’s something I never thought he would be,” I tell him and sniffle.

     “Baby,” He whispers calmly and wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close.

     I breathe in deeply and tilt my head backwards to lean on his shoulder.

     “Where were you heading?”

     “I just left Louis’. We had an argument,” He lets me know, not mentioning any of the details.

     “Oh.”

     “Why don’t I take you home?” He says, already lifting me up and taking me towards his car.

     “I didn’t realise I was on Louis’ road,” I mention.

     He chuckles gently and places me back on the ground to unlock the car door allowing me to get it. Then he moves round to the driver’s side and gets in as well, the both of us remaining in silence.

                                                               *

     I pull the covers up and around my neck, my head being the only thing peeking out from beneath the bed sheets. Harry lies next to me and stares into my eyes, and even in the darkness of my bedroom I see the smile creeping to his lips.

     “The last time we were like this was when we were twelve,” He whispers as though someone is going to hear us.

     “I remember.” I let out a small laugh.

     It was raining outside and you didn’t want to go home so mum said you could stay at ours the night instead and that night you slept in my bed, mumbling to yourself-“

     “You never mentioned that before,” I stop him.

     “You were mumbling about the boy you liked, broke my heart if I’m honest.”

     “Harry,” I gasp.

     “I laid there thinking lucky kid, girl like this, wanting you and only you. I couldn’t have you, I had to forget you somehow and shutting myself off from you was the only way for me. At least, I thought it was. It wasn’t. It broke me ever more when I had to make excuses not to see you even though every time you wanted to see me still.”

     “We didn’t talk for years after Haz…The last think I told you before you headed off for X-Factor was I hate you and never want to see you again.” I wipe away his tear with my thumb and smile weakly.

     “I don’t blame you. But now look at us. You still hate me but we’re in each other’s presence.”

     “I don’t hate you,” I reassure him.

     “Are you sure?”

     “Yes.”

     “I hate myself.”

     “You shouldn’t. I shouldn’t of been such a fool, a wimp, shy, frightened. I shouldn’t be any of those things now.” I take a deep breath and let out a shaky sigh.

     “Harry.”

     “Holly.”

     I stare directly into his eyes for a few moments longer than what I should have and before I know totally what I’m doing, I’m leaning towards him and pressing my lips against his. He wastes no time in taking control of what is happening and finds the hem of my dress, but I stop him from going any further.

     “Two weeks Harry, only two weeks until your wedding,” I breathlessly remind him.

     “It’s not working out,” He tells me, tugging at my dress further and pleading.

     “Then why are you with her?”

     “I have to be.”