Magnolia in May [H.S]

Part forty-five

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Magnolia

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"I have never in my life seen him act this way, he's bent." Words that circulated my mind for the rest of the week. But was Niall right? Surely not, even after everything Harry wasn't that into me, we were just having fun- right?

My nerves skyrocketed when I realized tomorrow was the day we were going snowboarding together. That my mindless babbling resulted in him doing something he wasn't entirely comfortable with, that sucked. Especially since he's stubborn as all hell, my point being he has a hard time saying no—admitting how he feels for that matter. When it came to him things were confusing. But the fear on his face was seen with no probing, though he insisted on keeping the role of being unbothered. That much bothered me in return.

God knows I'll have no clue what to do if he has a panic attack. I'm not equipped for this stuff, and I just knew that if something did happen he would get embarrassed. Most likely pushing me away. That was the last thing I wanted.

The meteorologists were correct. The storm came in with a bang, dusting the earth with a thick layer of snow. I sat in my place of comfort, my knees against my chest, watching it pillow around me. My car was getting increasingly cold with the notion the heat had been off. Though It didn't cross my mind to care, I was utterly enthralled with the sight. Flurries frolicking amidst the darkening skies, trifling with the fake glow of streetlights. The flawless distribution was mind-altering in the most temperate way, graced from my dafted inside out. The world around with an effect that was merely impossible to match-- one feeling compared. A look: person. A smile that was like no other, emerald crystalline eyes that ripped me apart yet completed me in the same sense. Nature and her glory were the only juxtapositions.

How did I come to be this magnetized by one person? One I had barely known for a few months. That seemed brainless right?

A knock sounded at my window, shaking me lucid. I gingerly open my door, meeting with the eyes I longed about in my daydreams. His curls fall over his face stunningly, peeking out of his beanie, lips perfectly peach.

"Get your cute ass inside, it's cold as balls out here." Harry slicks his hair back, grabbing my pawing hand and pulling from my driver's seat. He instantly throws both of his arms around me, trailing us to the front door of his cabin in some sort of waddling embrace.

"Why do you brood so much?" He hugs me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder as we arrive under the front porch. "Not really much of a choice, when I get sucked in it's hard to crawl out." With the statement he kissed the harsh puffy fabric of my coat, unlocking the door while staying behind my body, his warm snuggle against my shielded back.

The heat hits my frosted face, contradicting the rosy flushed state of my cheeks. "You look so damn hot all cozied up in layers."

"Hot?" I scoff out loud, he puffs his lips scrunching his nose at me. With the sweet action, my heart swells. He can be such a darling when he wants to be.

"Yeah, like a challenge—How long will it take me to undress you?" I smile broadly. Sweet had turned to spicy real quick. But what did I expect? He always has something sexual to say to me, ever since I let him fuck me I haven't heard the end of his sexual endeavors. His long list of desires when it came to the two of us. Not afraid in the slightest to say what he dreamed about. Especially what he thought when he saw me in my leotards - 'how good my tits looked in them'. He was bold. I give him that.

I couldn't help but notice the difference in being around him, it was like something had changed. He wasn't being flakey—sassy but like normal. It was almost unnerving how sweet he was being. As if I was jinxing it just acknowledging the fact.