Unexpected Love

Chapter Twenty

It was now the end of August, and Liam was having a birthday party. We were going to a club and he had invited Zayn and me. I knew Harry would be there, and I was worried about it. We hadn't talked since the day he left, and that was now two weeks ago. I stood in front of the full-length mirror, trying to make myself look presentable. My tablets were beginning to work and my appointments with Doctor Murphy had been going well, I was starting to feel more and more confident that I would be okay. As I brushed my hair, I let my mind wander to what Harry would be wearing, what he would sound like, what he would say. Would he be pleased to see me? Did he know I was coming? I felt my breathing start to pick up again and I remembered the technique he had taught me, breath in for seven seconds, hold for three seconds, breathe out for eleven seconds. I repeated this process until my heart rate was back to normal. I was much more in control now. Zayn barged into my room, screaming at me that we were going to be late. We jumped in the taxi and made our way to the club, my white shirt clinging to my chest as I began to sweat with nerves.

The music was so loud and there were so many people. I managed to make out Liam's drunk figure sitting in a booth and made my way over to him. He was laughing and smiling with a bunch of people I didn't know, so I hung back slightly until he noticed me. "Louis!" he screeched, bounding over to hug me. "I'm so glad you could make it!" I laughed at him; I could smell the alcohol on his breath already.

"Hi to you too, mate," Zayn chuckled, causing Liam to roll his eyes at him.

"Yeah, yeah, I knew you were there!" Liam shouted at Zayn, punching him slightly in the arm. Zayn walked away to get us a drink, leaving me with Liam. "How have you been?" he asked, worry taking over his expressions.

"I'm doing better, actually. Things are good. Happy birthday by the way!" Zayn brought over our drinks and we let Liam get back to his other friends who had decided they wanted to dance. We sat at the booth, laughing at Liam as he tried to dance to the music. After a while, I felt a pair of eyes on me, and I looked across the room to see Harry standing next to Niall. My breath caught in my chest and I felt my palms begin to sweat. He was wearing a tight black shirt that clung to his muscles along with a pair of ripped skinny jeans. He looked good. We continued to stare at each other until Niall looked over at me, and I got nervous and looked away. Zayn was unaware of what had happened, too busy checking out a girl stood at the bar. I looked up to see Harry was gone, and I mentioned to Zayn that I was going to get some air. I made my way through the crowd, heading to the exit. As I stepped outside, I felt the cool breeze hit my face. It was getting quite late and the moon was shining, the neon lights of the club illuminating the street. I leant against the wall, closing my eyes as I took deep breaths of the air.

"Hi." I knew that voice. I quickly opened my eyes to see the person I had been hoping for. Harry.

"Harry..." I whispered, suddenly feeling relaxed. Now that he was in front of me, I wasn't as scared any more. He stepped towards me, pulling my body towards his. I put my arms around his waist and squeezed him as tightly as I could. I cried softly into his chest, and I could feel his tears hitting the top of my head. "I missed you," I mumbled, getting a mouth full of Harry's shirt in the process.

"I missed you too, Lou."

"I'm so sorry," I whimpered, "I never should have snapped at you and I never should have let you leave."

"Shush, it's okay, I know you had your reasons. I'm sorry for not being there to help you. Zayn has been keeping me updated, I was so worried about you! I just wanted to come home and hold you, but I knew it was best if I stayed away."

"Please come home," I pleaded, "please Haz?" He looked straight into my eyes and I could see his sadness turn to happiness.

"I'd love to!" he grinned, pulling me in for another hug before we went back into the club. Harry and I were almost inseparable all night. We danced together, swaying our bodies to the music. As the night went on, more and more alcohol was consumed, and the impact that had on me was huge. I found myself thinking more about Harry and the way he was looking. His hair was sticking to his head as he was sweating, his skin glistening under the lights. His eyes were shining whenever he looked at me, and I could feel myself wanting to get closer and closer to him. As we danced, my hand brushed his, and a lightening bolt of electricity shot up my body. I think Harry felt it too because he looked directly into my eyes, grabbing my hand and stumbling to the darkest corner of the room. We stood in front of each other as he towered above me.

"Harry, I–" He placed his hand on my waist, pulling me closer towards him. His other hand brushed my cheek, landing on the back of my neck. My heart skipped a beat as I looked up at him. His eyes were filled with an emotion that I had never seen him show before. As he bent his head down, the room went silent. Nothing else mattered anymore. It was just the two of us. I could no longer hear the music playing. As he closed his eyes, I felt an overwhelming amount of emotion course through my body. His lips touched mine, and I noticed how they were rough but so gentle. I was frozen. When he pulled away, I couldn't move my body.

"Shit. Louis, I'm so–" I crashed my lips back onto his, reaching my hand up to grab his hair. He let out a soft moan, squeezing my waist slightly. Our lips moved in unison, it started off rather messy but eventually slowed down, becoming more romantic. The kisses were long and passionate, and I felt our bodies relax into each other as we continued. It wasn't until I pulled away for breath that the realisation hit me. I'd just kissed Harry Styles.

Finally! Their first kiss has been a long time coming! Don't forget to vote and comment!