The Boy In The Basement// h.s AU✅

TBITB|| LXIV

Chapter sixty-four of 'The Boy In The Basement':

 In no time I got to the motel. It didn't look half bad. You could tell not a lot of people stay there, though. For a moment, I just sat out in Zayn's truck. It was off, and I listened to the wind scratching every square inch of the red paint job.

Finally I unbuckled myself and opened the door. It made a slight squeaking sound which sent chills down my spine. In result of that, I got goosebumps. And the wind chill doesn't help either. Hurriedly, I shoved the keys into my coat pocket and half ran, half walked to the doors. I tried finding door 21, and I sighed out with relief once I did.

All it took was on knock for him to answer the door. It was unexpected to me, but I smiled with joy. He didn't look so good. He might've changed his outfit because his hair is messed up like his shirt went over it twice.

His green orbs locked with my eyes and it was like he was talking to me through them. Seems impossible to everyone besides me. The wind blew my curly hair around and around-- some of it hitting the side of my face. I didn't care though.

Harry took a step forward. It was enough to make my heart rip my chest open and fly away with the leaves flying through the wind. It was like automatic. The way his arms snaked around my waist and pulled my body up against his. I held onto his biceps through the grey shirt he wore. My eyes traveled up his neck, jaw, up to his eyes.

Lips parted, breath cut short, eyes searching frantically at one anothers, hair flying around. He leaned down, attacking my lips with his cold ones. It reminded me of when he first kissed me. What an amazing time that was. It's funny how one touch, smell, look, or anything can bring back so many memories. That's why they're so fragile and people need to hold onto them.

"Hi, beautiful," he whispered after removing his oddly cold ones off from mine. Do you think I cared they were cold? No, because I'm oretty sure mine were cold as well.

"Hello, Harry." I smiled.

"Here, come on in. It's quite chilly out here." his accent was amazing and I loved it so much.

Keeping one arm around my waist, he steered me inside his room, closing the door with his foot behind him. Once it closed, my hair settled and I used my fingers to brush it out and make it look not-so-ratchet.

"So, it's not much but it's something." Harry said from beside me. I smiled, actually taking in what he was saying. It actually seemed quite comfy.

"It's great, Harry. Don't worry." I patted his hand that wrapped around my waist.

"I've missed you so much." he quietly said. I lowered my voice as well eyes.

"I've missed you too, Harry."

He picked me up, causing me to squeal and wrap my arms around his neck. He carried me to the bed with dark purple, white pateren blankets and pillow cases. Ever so gently, he laid me down as if I was a snow globe; I was fragile. And it was true.

"I'm sorry I haven't been here," he said slowly, looking into my eyes. Swallowing down my feeling, I smiled. I know why he wasn't able to be with me, and it was understandable. But I missed him. And I know he missed me too.

"I know." I answered. He sighed, looking down. My fingers wrapped underneath his chin- where light stubble was growing, and it made me feel tingly inside- to lift up his head. Soon I was staring into the eyes of the love of my life. We were like two peas in a pod.

"Let's just cherish this moment right now, okay?" In response, he nodded, adding a small smile upon his thin kissable lips. And faster than I can comprehend, those thin, kissable lips were crashing down upon mine.

For awhile he would stand there and kiss me. Not that I'm complaining. But the more he kisses me, the more I feel like I need him in my life. It's very difficult to put into words. But that's what love does to you. It leaves you speechless. And happy. That's all I ever wanted.

For an hour at least, we had laid in bed just talking. I told him about the incident in the store with Kathy- leaving the Niall situation out of it. It's not my place to tell what Niall goes through. If he feels the need to tell Harry, he may do so himself. It just isn't my place.

He told me about being bored with nothing to do, so he has went to pawn shops just looking around. I would laugh at that. "Why are you laughing?" he would ask.

"You're just a weird person," I replied with. Although this response ended up having him tickle me, and I am very ticklish so it felt like if he didn't stop, I would've down. Thank gosh it didn't go down that way!

I almost started falling asleep, so he sadly told me I should be going home. Cause if I don't Zayn will either kill me, or him. Worst of all, he just might kill both of us. That would not be good at all!

Soon, I was leaving his hotel room. As I walked away, our fingers slowly drifted apart, the cold air instantly wrapping around my bare fingers. Harry was leaning up against his door, arms crossed, one leg crossed over the other. He watched me, making sure I was okay.

Walking away is never easy. To be honest, if it was that easy to drop everything going on in my life, I would definately run into his arms, having him hold me there. Like freezing a moment in a fram to stay like that forever. That's all I want. Reality has to always bite us in the behind because it doesn't want us to be happy. Quite rude, don't you think?

Switching into reverse, I drove out from my parking space, and out of the parking lot. As I was driving through the middle of nowhere, something did not feel right. What could it be? A bright white light dropped down from the sky, right in my lane. Not knowing what to do, I slammed on the breaks.

And that white light was all I remember seeing.

Guys I have had a crappy couple weeks okay. My great grandpa died on New Years.. I've had exams too and basketball. My (ex) best friend and I are fighting because she lies about everything and brought my boyfriends and I's relationship into it. She crossed the line. So after a week of ignoring each other and her spreading shit, I told her we aren't friends. That pissed her off but she apologized over and over again while she was talking shit about me! And today, I cried in the bathrooms because of what she was telling EVERYONE. She was calling me a virtual slut... who does that?

Sorry you had to read that.. My best friends and boyfriend don't go to my school so this situation is tough.

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-Tasha xoxo love youu