Overcast

Prologue

"Harry? Are you in Here?"

The room was dark, and extremely cold. But even though she had to squint to make it around the room, she could still see his muscular silhouette, almost shining as he leaned against the wall.

She was shaking, almost nervous to be around him.
He had this effect on her, where she would lose all feeling, and forget about everything and everyone.
Every time she laid eyes on him, it was as if everything existing disappeared, and he was the only one.

He didn't respond, but lifted his head instead. He looked darker than before.
Almost scary.

And it wasn't a colour dark, like he'd been getting a tan, and it wasn't that he was angry either.

He was just dark.

Something about the way he spoke, or the way he walked, or even the way he stood.
It was all just insanely dark.

And she was so, so, attracted to that darkness. Like a moth is attracted to light.

The slow motion of him walking toward her, almost scared her.
But she couldn't step back.

She just stared into his eyes, and watched as he slowly walked closer to her. She analyzed how his movement was so swift, it was almost as if he weren't touching the ground.

But this wasn't new to her of course, she noticed these things millions of times before.

He finally stopped. Inches from her face, causing her to take dramatic breaths of air.
He stared into her eyes, no expression on his beautiful face.

Her eyes traveled along his face, from the arch of his eye brows, down his beautifully shaped nose, to the crisp lines of his perfect shaped jaw.

He was just so insanely beautiful.

She could of stayed like that forever, looking into his eyes, analyzing the beautiful features that laid on his face.
But, she also knew, that he did not.

You see, they say that sometimes in a relationship, Even though, they weren't really in a relationship, That one falls in a deeper love, while the other slowly loses a bit of love each day.

And of course, thats what she thought.
Perfect Harry Styles, the Outcast of a boy, could only be falling out of love.
She never believed she was good enough for him.

Harry was to Dark, to Perfect.

But you see, The overcast of a boy.
The one who pushed her away for months.

The one with the smile, the smile that only she ever saw. The smile that made her ever so happy.

The boy, who kept her away, craved a love so deep, the oceans would be jealous.