The Story of Us

You Again

People always say goodbye's are hard, but... Who ever said hello's were easy? Nobody, because they aren't. Neither was this one. I didn't know what to do, on the other side, he did. I didn't even know what was going on. His face was leaning in closer to mine, and then? Then he kissed me. I couldn't say I didn't miss the sweet taste of his unhumanly red lips. I missed them so much, and in the moment, when they were on mine, I felt complete again. For a moment there, I felt like nothing ever happened. When somehow our lips separated, nobody said anything. I was still shocked, and he... His eyes were deeply looking into mine again, and I saw a spark, or passion maybe? Passion for me? I felt his warm breath on my face, while the cold wind was playing with his perfect, curly hair. He looked perfect. That's when I slapped him. I don't know why. Probably because I missed him, and hated him, and loved him, and needed him in the same time. They say, there's a thin line between love and hate. And they are so right. He was looking at me with a look so confused, I thought he was retarded. I quickly threw myself on him, so hard he almost fell down the stairs. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. Now it really felt right. Every single one of his breaths, every single one of his heartbeats... I could feel them all, and I knew them all. After such a long time; he was mine, and I was his. He gentely grabbed my waist, as he was carrying our tangled bodies down the stairs and into the rain. Tears started poaring from my face, just like the rain around us. I hugged him even harded as he was lifting my chin with his hand. It took me a while to get all of my currage together and say something.

-I guess you finally got that passioned kiss in the rain, you were waiting for.- I said quietly, as he was moving a lock of wet hair from my face. I still couldn't look him in the eyes. Every time I did, they would hypnotise me, and I would loose anything that was in my mind in that moment.

-And I'm happy it was with you.- his voice almost killed me. Sure, I accedentally heard a few of 1D's songs in the past few weeks, but nothing could compare to the brilliant, husky melody that was coming out of his brilliant, perfect mouth. He really was an angel. Maybe it seems tacky and cheezy, but maybe he was sent from above to be my guardian angel? I could stare at his face, for easely the entire eternety, but I knew I needed to clear things out between us.

-Look Harry, I need to know. What is this? I love you, and I want to be with you, and I'm so sorry, but... What is this? What are we?-

-Last time I checked,- he reached to his jacket, and took out a small silver circle out of it- my engadment ring.- we were engadged.- he continued as he was standing on one knee, and holding the ring up to me.- Plus que ma propre vie(French, for ''More than my own life''), remember?- 

-I remember.-I whispered trough the tears. Tears of joy.

-Sara Perkin, would you please forgive me for being such a proud douche?- I couldn't help, but giggle to that. In return, he gave me one of those Styles Smiles I've been dreaming about for so long. He continued.- And, would you be my fiancee'... Again?-

-Are you asking me to marry you?-I said.- Again?-

-Yes, I am.-

-Harry Edward Styles, I do forgive you for being such a proud douche, if you forgive me for being such an idiot for letting you go...-I sat down on one knee next to him, so I could see him better.- And yes... I would be honored to marry you Mr. Styles.- he put the ring on my finger- where it belonged- and kissed me. Now, I really felt like nothing else matters. Like it was just me and him, alone in the world.

-So... An ice machine... Really?- I asked, while he was holding me in his arms and looking to the swinging trees.

-You didn't really think I'd forget your birthday, didn't you?-

-Well, I don't know. You didn't congradulate me yet... But, an ice machine, really? I can't believe you remembered it but,- I thought of the night where he first proposed, and when I told him about what I want. Ice from and ice machine.- couldn't you find something, smaller?-

-First, happy birthday my love. Second, there were some smaller, but you said you wanted ice from a real ice machine, and well, this is a real ice machine.-

-This is why I love you.-

-I love you more.-in that moment, his sleeve rolled up, and amongst all of thoose tattoos, I saw a new one: ''And all along, I believed, I would find you. Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more.'' Those were lyrics from ''A Thousand Years'', the song on which he and I first kissed. Our song. Under the tattoo, was my name written in a pale black. He saw me looking at it, and said:

-I went to make it the morning before you left. I wanted to show the world that you are mine. I wanted everyone to know how much I love you.-