Veiled Melody

Chapter 9

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"I- I think it's time we leave, um, we have some stuff to do?" I suggest, trying to convince both Zac and Kendall. Their stares add the pressure, but luckily, their expressions showed no signs of suspicion of what could've happened earlier.

"Yeah sure, I'm getting a little tired," Kendall fortunately agrees with me and I let out a long breath that I didn't know I was holding.

After paying, I hurriedly walked out the door, walking beside my 'believed-to-be" boyfriend. Well, technically he is, but after a while, I tend to think of him from a friendly perspective and it drove me crazy sometimes because I knew that one day, I'd have to tell him the cruel truth. But I guess that's how feelings work don't they.

There were no signs of paparazzis, so at least that helped me calm down, but apart from that, everything seemed so fast and abrupt I didn't have time to process it. If only I had the time to sit down outside a rainy afternoon and process all those fast thoughts that constantly rang my mind viciously.

"I'm going to a meeting, babe, I'll be back by four," Zac says, opening the car door for me, but not coming in.

"I'm going home alone?" I ask, sticking my head out the window as he kisses my head.

"If you can," He cups my cheeks and nods. "You alright with that, babe?"

I hesitantly nod and watch him take a taxi to god knows where. I'm not in love with him, that's for sure, but having someone to at least send you home is nice.

"Damn it," I mutter under my breath as the wind fans slowly against me.

"I think I know how to drive this shit car," Harry suddenly gets in the car.

"What-"

"No questions needed, where to Ms. Swift?" He smirks at me. I can never get used to that, no mattter how many times he looks at me. It sends chills and butterflies and all those wonderful and utterly confusing signs of me being in love.

"Well, I'm heading back to my apartment, you could come if you want," I suggest and he nods.

"Kendalls gone to a birthday party," He says, as if he was reading my mind.

The rest of the car ride was silent, but it wasn't an awkward one, well surely we are too comfortable with silence to make it awkward between each other.

It was one of those peaceful silence where I know I'm in love with him and it hurts. It definitely does, but being with him feels amazing and not being with him feels like a part of me isn't there. But again, it's just so risky for me to jump right back in to his life that it's almost scary to even think about that.

Once we arrive to my apartment, it becomes normal. We talk about absolutely normal topics and our endless subjects always seem to bring me to absolute joy.

I was happy. And I'm also happy that I can finally say that I'm happy. It's been countless months of me having to forcefully bring myself to say that I'm happy. And now I genuinely am.

"I'm so flippin' tired," He says, diving his head onto my lap, his arms wrapping around my hips. We were sitting on the bed and our conversation didn't seem to take time into consideration.

I run my hands through his soft hair and calmly traced my fingers along his jawline. Peace was never so well defined and hapiness was never so easy to see.

"Go to bed, babe," I smile, stroking his soft cheeks and his dimple shows. Oh, how I've missed seeing things that always seem to catch me off guard.