twenty three

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I wake up to the knocking of the door as my eyes carefully flutter open and I feel hands rubbing my shoulder.

"I'll get it," Harry's croaky voice barely whispers and I nod, too tired to say anything. It is now dark and I can see the stars roaming the sky right out the window. The moon shines and it appears to be the only light source we have. The room was dark, but the faint white light of the moon made everything more glowing and peaceful I almost didn't want to get up. Until he did.

Harry lifts his head suddenly and gently moves my hands that were wrapped around his chest out of its place The lack of warmth bugs me and the irritation lingers, but I know that the patience of the person knocking at the door is wearing thin.

He groans and rolls his eyes as he moves out of the couch to get the door. A sudden rush of disappointment gets to me and I let out a sigh.

"The plane's leaving in about two hours, just giving you a heads up," Zayn raises hi eyebrows as he saw Harry's messy hair, questioning the situation.

"We didn't do anything, goodness Zayn," Harry drags his voice and I let out a giggle.

"I'll trust you with that and I'll hopefully be able to trust you with leaving in time too, right?" Zayn eyes Harry with a hopeful look.

"Yeah, I'll be ready by just that," Harry replies and I can't help but get disappointed with him saying 'I' and not 'we'.

When Zayn closes the door I stand up to talk to him. My eyes try to get his but it seems like he's not allowing it. He's refusing eye contact.

"Harry, we need to talk," I beg him and he scruffs his hair and clenches his jaw even tighter than ever.

"We've already had an end of discussion," He responds.

"Just tell me why I can't go exactly?" I ask him and My heart suddenly beats fast. Too fast.

He steps closer to me and my heart skips a beat.

"This is between you and I, alright?" He whispers.

"Why so?" I tilt my head to the right.

"I don't want to sound soft, you know," He shrugs.

"Okay?" My expression turns into none other than baffled and confused. It's probably written on my face that I'm utterly lost and confused about all of this.

"I-I don't want you to get hurt," He says quietly, looking down and biting his lip.

My stomach explodes and I feel several butterflies flapping it's thin wings inside an I can't help but smile.

"Why would you think that?" I try to play it cool, obviously failing. My cheeks are burning and I'd assume that it's bright red.

He fiddles with the pocket of his jeans and I can tell that he's beyond nervous. I pretend to not see that and I look away, waiting for an answer.

I kept waiting, until I realize that he's an inch closer to me. My breathing pace increases and I start to sweat. I keep thinking of the possibilities that could happen at this current moment but I brush them away.

"Let me ask you something," He tilts his face to meet mine and I lock gazes with his. His eyes burn into mine with such intensity that I might combust into a million flames. My body suddenly turned so hot it felt like I was in a baking oven. My ears go numb and I feel sweat forming at the top of my head.

"How did it feel when we kissed?" He asks, continuing his sentence and I freeze to think. I collect the billion of thoughts that exploded in my head and decided to think about it for a while.

"It felt like.. a million thoughts being played at once and it felt like such a rush, I mean we didn't even finish-" I say but he interrupts me.

"So you wanted to finish it?" He smirks at me and I feel myself already melting down.

I hesitantly nod and fiddle slowly with the bottom of my shirt.

He steps closer to me by the second and I can feel his minty breath fan over my face.

"Shall we?" He whispers, his deep voice ringing in my ears and without thinking, I move into him and I desperately attach his lips to mine. Our hands connect and I lace my fingers into his.

I can feel his soft lips on top of mine and I reach for them with mine. His fingers, detach from my hands and they slowly slide up my shirt, his hands on my waist.

I do the same, putting my hand on his neck as he continues to kiss me harder.

The electricity was at the point where my body just went numb and every nerve started to make me feel butterflies everywhere. The air became thick and all I could feel and see and hear are the wonderful features of him.

He suddenly breaks the kiss, me embarrassingly wanting more, I reached for his again, but he backed away, disappointment rushing through my soul.

"I wanted to protect you, I didn't want to get you involved," He says quietly and my feelings soften by the second.

"It's alright, I wanted to help you, I was curious."

"I'm so sorry, I honestly didn't want to do any of this, I mean- I was planning on finishing my task but, you popped up and.." His voice trails off and I tilt my head, questioning him.

"And?" I push him to say more things, but he stayed quiet.

"I developed feelings for you," He poured his words into my heart and I feel my stomach churn.

And that's the moment when all the memories and thoughts poured into my mind and replayed itself over and over.

The things that Abigail said and the things that were mentioned earlier. That was love. I love him. I've been in love with him all along without realizing how much I cared and how much I wanted to be with him.

"I felt the same way," I blankly said and he smiles.

"I know, I mean, if you didn't like me you probably wouldn't be stalking me out of 'curiosity' right," He replies, laughing and I roll my eyes.

"So can I go? I promise I can help you, Harry, trust me," I promise him. 

He contemplates on my statement for a while.

"Fine," He gives in, nodding his head and I giggle - of course he'd let me. Finally.

"But with one condition," He lifts his eyesbrows and I give him a questioning look.

"Promise to love me back and let me protect you," He says and it does nothing but make me smile and feel my stomach erupt piece by piece.

"I promise you that I'll let you protect me."

"And?"

"I'll love you back always, Harry."

((IF YOU GOT HAYLOR FEELS PLS GIVE ME A HELL YEAH))

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