THE SPACE BETWEEN US gradually closes as he makes his way through the crowd. A strange mixture of relief and nervousness builds up around me like a wave crashing upon the shore.
The distance finally disappears as he steps up beside me. His height towers over me and my chin inclines to stare back into the deep pool of his green eyes. His chest stops several inches away, conscious of the people that surround us, but I want him closer. I want to be utterly engrossed by him – so desperately intertwined that you can't tell where one body begins and the other ends.
"Hey," he breathes - his voice quiet so that others don't hear. "Looks like you did some planning with Jeff." A small proud smirk appears on his lips.
"A little," I smile softly. "Surprise?"
A soft chuckle escapes his mouth while he reaches for my hand behind the counter, giving it a quick squeeze of affection.
"So – " He pauses. His fingers thread through mine, touching me delicately. "Is everything alright?"
The noise of the party continues on around us.
"I quit my job." I state bluntly.
He looks up from my hand to meet my stare. "What?" His eyes are wide and alert.
"Yea," I grin. "It's finally over."
Confusion first marks his face, but when he sees my enthusiasm, his expression morphs.
"Is that what you wanted?"
"Yes," I smile.
Eyes in the crowd shift over to us, noting the closeness of our bodies and the intensity of our gaze. Where I previously would have been self-conscious, I find liberation. Finally free of the looming threats over my head.
"After everything with my dad – " I cut off, unsure if now is the time to fully explain. "Well, I think it all gave me the closure I needed to not let my life be run by anything or anyone else."
His fingers trace the outside of my hip, adding a reassuring touch.
"And you were right." I lean in toward his ear with a mischievous smile, allowing the words to come out as a faint whisper. The smell of his cologne once again invades my senses, enticing me with the most alluring scent. "Peter is a twat."
His eyebrow lifts with curiosity that quickly transforms to an arrogant pride once he connects the dots. "I fucking knew it." His eyes mirror the same unhindered glee as mine while my heart soars in his presence – he's an addictive high that nothing in this world can match.
I feel Harry's hand shift to my waist when a familiar voice interrupts.
"India," Jeff says as he approaches the counter. "This is Glenne." He gestures toward the beautiful woman at his side. "Glenne this is India."
Glenne immediately pulls me into a quick hug. I squeeze back, only to be once again greeted by her friendly smile.
"So glad to finally meet. I've heard so much about you."
"So happy to meet you as well." I smile, gazing from her to Harry, who looks back at me like he's staring at his whole world.
"Harry," our attention suddenly shifts. An unknown man approaches from across the room. He's middle-aged and walks with purpose. I assume he must be part of the label. "Can I run something by you real quick?"
"Yea, of course." Harry removes his touch to follow the stranger. Only five hours remain between now and the release of the album he's worked so hard on. A surge of pride courses through me as I watch him take his leave.
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Tokyo Drift || HS
Fiksi PenggemarIndia was sent to Tokyo for work. Harry Styles went to Japan to find solace after a bad breakup. Never in her life did India think she would be face to face with the famous rockstar - or enter into a battle of wits with him. © 2020 Elliot Grace
