Styles Games {h.s} |Editing soon|

Chapter Eighteen

Harry

I huff, shifting in my plane seat to face Keaton, who wouldn't stop smiling at me. I'm starting to wonder if someone managed to spike these drinks. He's already downed a couple and I've never been more concerned about him. He worked for my father for a couple years. He saw me as a boy.. He was like a father to me but not in a baring way.

"Are you okay? You are starting to scare me." His grey hair was flatten back, his face clean shaved and the scar of his lower cheek was visible. He drove me back and forth to school everyday. He knew a lot about me. I trusted him.

"I haven't seen you like this before." I hold up a hand.

"Don't start that conversation with me Keaton. I am not in the mood." I hazily slumped in my seat.

"I'm not going to hound you about it but I like her. I hope you don't mess it up kid. You deserve to be happy and you know that." His voice was low but yet soft. He only shows this side around his close friends and family. He had a wonderful family in Scotland. I've spent a couple of thanksgivings with them.

They've always welcomed me with open arms.

"I really don't want to mess this up but I feel like I'm going to."

"Trust me, you are going to make mistakes but you have to realize if those mistakes are worth it, losing her. Nobody is perfect. Relationships are not about just having fun. It takes trust, communication, and devotion. Love is not a perfect line, without curves and bumps.. Would it really be love?" I hated his deep talk. He made sense about everything.

I appreciate everything he's done for me. From Afar, he has been one of my biggest supporters.

We don't show our love through affection but words.

"I know. I just feel so stupid because I've never felt like this before. I've never been around a woman that made the palms of my hands sweat. My stomach hurts with excitement and her touch electrifies my body. It is weird and I don't like it. I hate change." I take down the shot of whiskey that was in front of me.

He pats my back, "You'll be okay. You'll figure it out pretty soon." I squint my eyes.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I questioned him.

"You'll figure out how much she means to you if you call this off or if she did. The grieving of a person that is still alive.. unbearable."

"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping or something?" He chuckles.

"I'm just trying to help." He holds his hands up in defeat.

"You know I appreciate that." I reminded him. He waves it off.

"So.. does she know your coming?" I shake my head.

"No. I don't want to make it a big deal. We can stay at a hotel tonight and I'll go to her work tomorrow evening."

"I like her. If she wasn't so classy, I wouldn't think she was a business woman. Money doesn't seem like her end goal." I agreed. Business was important to us both but just because we have the money, doesn't mean it was our everything.

I provide for myself solely. I don't need anyone's help with that. I like being able to take care of myself and would never depend on someone else for that. That is why I worked so hard.

I also have expensive taste.

"She is everything, I can't explain. My tongue won't form words for her. The moment she walked into that bar it was just it. I wanted to be around her, talk to her, get her out of there." I think back to that night.

The dress was out of her comfort zone. I could read her so well. She was glowing. I was stuck between standing away and taking her in and or going for it and I've never regretted doing both.

Someone could snap my heart in two and the other half would find its way to her. At this moment, she owned it. I wasn't prepared to give it up and it shocks me on how easily I did with her. My hard persona breaks and I let her in. I'll always let her in.

She sees me in a way others haven't. I see it in her eyes. She doesn't know my past but yet I can already feel her understanding it. Her blue eyes had a way of making you grasp the reality of the moment. She could talk with her eyes. I'd dance in them all night if I could.

I tried to brush it off, I couldn't. I had to get her number, meet her again. I don't feel like I'm worthy enough for her love. My need for control is there but I'm willing to give it up for her. I'd always give it up for her.

"It doesn't matter how soon it is. I've often heard, if you know, you know. You've been around your share of women but it is just different with her. If you fell in love with every woman you saw, you'd be hurting."

"Don't say love. That word and me don't mix. I'm taking it slow, as slow as I can seem to bare. I'm afraid of fucking it up, that I'll ruin it. I just know I will." I poured myself another shot of whiskey.

"You can't think like that. You've been killing yourself slowly for years with those dark thoughts. The way she makes you feel is rare. You might never feel that again with someone else or you could feel it a dozen more times. Just enjoy where you are now without ruining it for yourself." He stands.

"I'm going to bed. You should use these hours for sleep. I'm assuming you'll need them." He pats my back again before walking down the hall and disappearing into a small bedroom to the left.

I pull out my phone to send Melanie a text but stop myself. It was rather late.

I can't wait to see how she functions at work.

I've heard many wonderful things about her designs and how much she's impacted the modeling career. I've heard about her mother and the countless affairs she's had, along with divorces. It doesn't scare me though. She couldn't outrun my reputation either.

Society expected us to leave the past in the past but they keep bringing it up. You can't grow with the constant reminder of regret.

I stare at the window. We were already an hour in. I felt my eyes getting heavier before deciding it was time to get some rest.