Masochistic Sonder | 𝐻𝒮 | Harry Styles

Chapter Three: Let Me Call You Mr Styles

Chapter Three: "Let Me Call You Mr Styles"

NOBODY'S PERFECT, LIKE LOOK AT ME THEN, I sat across Harry, he might have been one year or a month younger than me, everything about him looked tremendously ethereal: his hands that gently wrapped around each other and his eyes that hid behind his curly hair.

We had been drinking coffee and now the silence was the only thing between us and the grey marble table; the girl on the table beside us was poorly seated and even though she wore a long silk grey dress, her old dirty trainers characterized her.

Anyways, I looked back at Harry, he didn't look like the type of person to drink coffee and I was delighted to make of it one of Styles' new habit, he must have despised the taste of coffee, I shunned it too that's why I requested for some hot chocolate instead and we just happened to have the identical cups but he ended up with coffee instead.

I started to notice his fragile features: his black kinky hair that fell into his face and his well-defined jawline, his feathered eyelashes' shadow were clearly distinct as he looked down onto the brown stain of the bitter coffee- he, just a few seconds before had harshly engulfed out- left on the pastel blue cup that I kept in my car, his thick eyebrows drawn together as he had a disgusted expression on his face.

"Any choice but coffee!" He quietly shouted and briefly looked at the girl at my right and then right back at me and as soon as he saw my face a smile spread across his lips and shily he looked back down to the cup, his fingers fiddled with the plastic encompassing it.

I simply sighed, not startled and rested my head on my hand.

"You care about the environment, Aliyah?" He suddenly spoke through the silence as he looked up to me, my heart skipped a beat, which wasn't very usual since I had been doing so great at not caring a few seconds ago.

I shrugged it off and focused on the cut in his eyebrows, I couldn't neglect the beauty he held.

"Obviously, Mr Styles, the universe really takes care of us, it's part of us and we're part of it too, in conclusion, if the environment isn't clean, bad and unclean energy is doomed to be where I am," I calmly explained looking away and I shifted my eyes at the humidity tainted windows of the shop on my right side.

"Of course," he responded, sounding uncertain.

"Mr Styles what do you do for a living?"

I doubted if the question was too much for him to respond to, I was sure I didn't know him well enough to be asking him these type of question whether or not it was to lit up the conversation and I hoped I didn't make him uncomfortable; that was one of the few first times I cared about my choices, he clearly wasn't planned and neither was me meeting him.

Everything in my life was seriously planned and taken care of.

"I'm an art teacher."

"That's amazing," I said and assured him with a smile, what type of job was that?

I loved art, I was incredibly good at art, most of my art teachers admired all my drawings, they even kept the tremendous and questionable ones, even the ones I never liked and left uncompleted but no matter what, I would have never chosen to be an art teacher.

It's one thing to be an artist and another to teach art, how is art conceived in particular?

"You seem lost," says Harry with a worried look on his face.

"Do you like your job?" I asked, furrowing my hardly visible well-shaped eyebrows together.

I looked at him troubled, I wanted to be certain of the reasons why someone like him: who seemed like they had a deep hate for school, would proceed to take it as a job later on in life.

"I do, my students are the most pleasant!"
"Teaching art is one of the best decisions-"

"What exactly is good about it, don't you get any naughty kids in the class you teach, do you like getting called Mr Styles, so I wasn't really in the wrong for calling you Mr Styles," I interrupted him with a calm expression but my voice sounded desperate for answers. I picked up my cup with both of my hands and they immediately got warmer.

"It's the smile of the students when they get told their drawings are breathlessly beautiful."

"Most beautiful explanations of love are depicted through paintings, you're right maybe I don't exactly know why I decided to be a teacher and an artist," he said and he looked like he was on the verge of punching the table and the cutest thing he ever did was hide behind his dark brown curls and they gently took him in their arms, the view was beautifully gracious.

"That's the answer I wanted, it makes you feel, it gives you a purpose to live," I whispered as the words I had just spoken started to hit differently, I was calling for him to come out of his hiding and even though he was only a few months or a year younger his pureness melted my heart.

"You're right, I had never thought of it that way, the feeling teaching gives me-" he stopped to look and looked up to me, not bothering to move his curls out of his sight.

"A reason to live," he continued, sounding dreamingly.

"A reason to live," I repeated; for me anything that brought me happiness didn't anymore and that's why it rather gave me a reason to leave, to go away of all flesh.

The quiet fell in between us once more and the lady at my right sighed annoyed, Harry had long lowered his head.

"Your name sounds so familiar," He said and our eyes meet for the millionth time, the corners of his lips curved into a delicate smile, they were made of the same material roses were made and seemed to brighten the whole place.

"Yours too, what a coincidence!" I laughed.

What an absurd assumption, I did believe that nothing was ever a coincidence and that when things were meant to be when they were, with no what-ifs.
Harry looked disgustingly familiar and the thought of his resembling the second person I had ever loved sent my stomach upside down because I also, deep down, felt like it was more than just resemblance.

"I think it's time for us to go, don't you think so, we were on our way to the subway anyways, it was lovely talking to you Mr Styles," I reminded him as I stood up picking up my purse and as I did so, I felt his docile eyes burning right through me, he then stood up right after me.

"The pleasure is all mine, furthermore if you haven't noticed I seem to be younger than you Aliyah, I may say Miss Aliyah, so there's no need to call me Mr Styles, even though I like the sound of it," he chuckled.

I turned to my side and looked at him lifelessly as we walked outside the automatic doors.
My heels were hitting against the grey marble, his smile was as pure as an angel's, Styles might have been the most beautiful being on the Earth at the moment, he was graciously beautiful.

He liked to be called Mr Styles?
"I've heard you, Mr Styles," I laughed and as I did my eyes thinned and I looked away taking larger steps toward, our shoulders collided and I tried to smile less but all I kept on doing was beam even harder.

That's what Harry made me feel, unreasonably happy.

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