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16 | The Approaching Night

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Harry.

Paralysed.

It's precisely how my body felt the moment her lips touched my skin.

For weeks I'd watched the way her lips danced every time she spoke, confusingly wondering how they'd feel against my own. Never has anyone made me feel like that before. I'd been heart-struck one time in my life before, but even then, this couldn't compare. Something about her touch was different. 

I'd said many words that I was unsure of how to describe her, but if I were to ever choose one, captivating would be the pick. I was in too deep with Serenity that I was terrified. The problem, was that that I didn't know much about her other than what was on the surface.

But I wondered about Serenity's past. How was she when she was a child or growing up? Was she this little mischievous thing, or was she a goody-two-shoes? Something told me that she was vexatious; it would only makes sense, I mean, she is as an adult.

What about her appearance? Did she always have brunette hair, or was it lighter, like how I was blonde as a child? Those adorable freckles of hers, were there more or less? And since she's a ballerina, did she have a tutu?

Childhood photos. Memories. Laughs. Embarrassing moments. Sharing her favourite things — maybe stuffed animals or treasurable trinkets. I wanted to know and see all of those things.

If she'd let me — would she?

It was Sunday night, and I knew that tomorrow the renovations for Serenity's studio were finally starting. It wasn't groundbreaking news to the world, or anything by that means, but it was something that meant the world to her.

Our final meeting that was originally meant to be in Keon's office for the final meeting, and had a group video conference instead, since he had a trip that came up and had to go out of town. It made my entire body feel at ease, knowing that they weren't going to be in the same room together — that was until it was mentioned that she already did when she gave him the plans. My blood boiled, but I kept calm the entire time.

Desperately, I wanted to ask her what happened, and if he said anything that crossed the line; but I didn't. I knew she could handle her own, and I didn't want to act like a jealous boyfriend. I was already bitter towards any guy I saw around her — and we weren't in any sort of relationship.

But what made me feel worse was that I wished I could've been able to postpone my business trip to be there with her during demo day. Unfortunately, there was no way to do that.

I asked Iris to try — and she did.

Unfortunately, there was no way to do it. This trip was one that I had to make.

Laying on the bed in my hotel room, I picked up my phone and found Serenity's name. My finger gently grazed along the last couple of texts I sent her.

One, being that fucking emoji. I didn't even know if that was considered to be a 'preferred' one. It had a bow on the heart, so it just thought that it'd mean 'feel better.' However, after I sent it, I realised that it wasn't the prettiest of them there.

It did cross my mind to send a purple heart, but I think I would've overdone it — she would've known. I didn't want her to.

Honestly, Styles? You sent her a period care package, you pathetic fuck. She'd be the stupid to not have already figured it out — or something of that sort.