Clouds {Harry Styles A.U}

Chapter 9

Isabel's P.O.V

Because I'm in love with you.

I'm in love with you.

Love.

Harry confessed to me. I mean I think he did. The buzzing in my ear and the lightness in my head are contorting my vision and state of my mind. I swear I think I fell but my knees never hit the ground. But there is the fire raging on every part of my body that only happens when Harry touches me.

"I mean usually when a guy tells a girl he loves her she would be jumping into his arms, not falling." Harry says agaisnt my ear behind me. He is holding on to me. I'm quick to my feet and face directly at the man who loves me. Loves me. Oh god.

"You love me?" I'm still in disbelief and utter shock.

"That's right." He nods his head. "And it has taken every fiber in my being to not have told you this sooner. I've known I've loved you since I first met you I just never knew it yet."

"Harry, I-I..."

He stops me abruptly," You don't have to say anything back, it's okay if you don't love me like I love you. But I couldn't last another minute without telling you. "

"Why would you think I wouldn't love you the same as you do for me? Harry you are everything to me." His eyes shine from happiness.

He doesn't say anything. The only thing audible is our breathing.

"Harry say something?"

He still doesn't reply instead he glides over to me and rests both hands on each side of my once cold cheeks. The warmness of his touch heating me up instantly. "Tell me." He whispers.

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me you love me. Wait, don't say it yet. If you love me say it after tonight. If you don't I'll wait until you're ready. Isabel I'll wait forever."

"Okay." Is all a manage to say.

"Okay, well tonight we are going camping." Harry smiles.

"Camping?" My eyebrows raise.

"Yes. Now don't ask questions. And thank you for wearing something warm because it gets cold in the middle of the night."

"What are you, a boy scout or something?" I joke.

"I was but that's besides the point. The point is, we are going to have the best damn time."

"Alright well what do you have planned scout?"

He holds up a finger signaling for me to hold on. Grabbing the basket he reaches inside and pulls out marshmallows.

"We are going to make a fire and eat these."

"More like you're going to make the fire and I'll watch."

"Sure sure." He rolls his eyes. Yet again are playfulness returns. And my decision of saying either I love him or not still stands. But I've already decided.

I love him. 

It's a scary thought really. To love someone you've only known for just a month or so. It feels like I've known him all my life though. Being around him brings out the best of me. The horrible past I'm cursed to remember no longer exists with him.

But I'll let him suffer until I actually tell him.

...

"Harry do you even know what you're doing?" We've sat here for a good 20 minutes trying to start the fire.