Always
Together Again
Kaylie’s POV
Monday, 3rd October
I lay curled up in my bed, wrapping the sheets around my body. I had been weeping all night and the salty scent of tears had soaked my pillows. Every time I closed my eyes, the image of Melody and Harry from last night entered my head. It only made me cry even more. I longed for the taste of his lips, the softness of his hands, the sweetness of his hugs, the perfection of his smile, the deepness of his voice. I missed the texts he’d send me every Monday morning. I wanted him. No. I needed him.
But my heart was broken right now. My parents had allowed me to stay home today because they could see how upset I was. I didn’t want to go to school, not when I was in this state. I had loved the pace Harry and I were going. We liked each other and we stole kisses every now and then when we got the chance. No guy had never made me feel so special like the way Harry did. Whenever we were alone, he treated me like I was the most beautiful girl in the world. It felt wonderful to be the object of his loving affection. Correction: it had felt wonderful. Falling for him didn’t just feel amazing. It hurt as well.
Someone knocked on my closed door and I groaned, asking them to go away. I wanted to be left alone in my solitude, in my bed, in my room. It was the only place I wanted to be right now and I had no plans on leaving it. The knocking was persistent and made me grumble into my pillow, asking who it was.
“Kaylie, sis?”
It was my eldest brother, Michael. All I did was grunt. Can’t I just be left alone for the day? My brother didn’t wait for a response from me. I heard the door creak open followed by his footsteps. I pulled the sheets up to my face and closed my eyes, wanting to dream this real-life nightmare away. There was suddenly a large weight on my bed and I realised Michael had sat down on the mattress. I had nothing to say but my brother did.
“You’ve got to come out of this room, Kaylie.”
“No.” I said bluntly.
“It’s 1 o’clock in the afternoon. You haven’t eaten anything. You haven’t had anything to drink. Come downstairs and I’ll make you some lunch.” My brother tried to coax me out of my bed but I didn’t want to move. I was perfectly comfortable where I was.
“I’m not hungry.” And right after I said that, my stomach grumbled. Fuck…why now? I had been reduced to stupidity. I was angry at my own stomach.
“Sure, you’re not.” Michael’s voice dripped with sarcasm and all I did was sigh. I felt dead inside. I was safe in the comfort of my bed and I wasn’t going to get out of it.
“Kaylie, you can’t lie here, wallowing in your sadness. It’s not going to help at all.”
“What else can I do?” I asked.
“You can get out of this bed, come downstairs and let me get you some food.”
“No.”
“And you need to talk to him, little sis.”
“I don’t want to talk to him.”
“Kaylie…”
“No. He doesn’t like me anyway.”
“Why would you say that?”
“He let Melody…do something he always liked me doing.” I choked back tears as I recalled the way Harry kissed me, the way he held me in his arms, the way he whispered my name in a moment of charged passion. I craved to feel all of those things again but I couldn’t even text him. Not after what I had seen occur last night.
“So? Text him at least.” Michael urged me but I didn’t agree.
“No.”
Before my brother could say anything else, my phone buzzed with a text. I heard it and so did Michael. I didn’t reach for it because I had a feeling I knew who the text was from. I felt Michael adjust his position on my bed and I assumed he had picked up my phone to see who texted me.
My assumption was correct.
“It’s from Harry. He says ‘Please call me, Kaylie’.” He informed me.
“Why can’t he call me?”
“Because he probably doesn’t want to be too forward with you. He wants you to call him.”
“Well, sometimes we don’t get what we want.” I grumbled.
“Oh, come on, Kaylie! This is ridiculous.”
I had had enough at this point. I sat up, throwing the sheets off my face and looking directly at my brother. He was perched at the end of the bed, right next to my feet, and he had my phone in his hand.
“No, it’s not, Michael! He has hurt me!” I cried.
“I’m sure he didn’t mean to. Harry’s not that type of guy.” Michael stated.
“How do you know that? You’ve never met him.”
“I have met him, actually.”
“When?” I narrowed my eyes.
“On Saturday, before the show. I had to go to the men’s room and I saw him on the way out. He passed me in the corridor and I introduced myself. As did he. We talked for a couple of minutes and from that tiny amount of time, I could see how much he cares for you. He really likes you, Kaylie. He’d never do anything to harm you physically or emotionally. Not on purpose.” Michael explained.
I thought about what my brother had just told me. Harry had the kindest soul and the sweetest personality. Have I interpreted everything wrong? Should I have let Harry explain last night? Will I ever get that chance? I looked at Michael with tear-filled eyes and realised that he was right. Harry would never hurt me… Have I ruined everything?
I held out my hand to my brother and gestured for him to give me my phone. He laid it in my palm and I closed my fingers around it, placing it in my lap. I sighed in defeat and pushed my messy bed hair behind my left ear.
“Alright, I’ll come down and eat. Just give me five minutes.” I said.
“OK, sis, I’ll heat up the leftover fried rice I had for you.” Michael smiled and got off the bed, quickly pressing a kiss to my head. He left my bedroom, leaving the door open just a crack. I unlocked my phone and looked at the text Harry had sent me. Does he really want to talk to me? I gasped when I realised he had sent more than one text today. He had sent four. Why didn’t I hear my phone buzz? I had either been asleep or I had ignored the buzzing.
From Harry: Morning, angel. Are you OK? x
From Harry: I need to hear your voice. Please call me x
From Harry: I’m sorry, angel x
From Harry: Please call me, Kaylie x
I wiped away my tears and sobbed quietly. He was desperate. He must need me as much as I needed him. But I couldn’t talk to him yet. I still needed a little more time. I hoped he would understand.
I shut the screen off and placed my phone back on my bedside table. I threw the sheets off me and slid out of my bed, placing my feet on the carpeted floor. I went into the bathroom and almost shrieked at my reflection. I looked dreadful. My hair was a mess, my face was pale white and my cheeks were stained with tear streaks. My appearance matched the way my heart felt, sad and lonely.
I brushed my teeth and used some mouthwash to give myself nice breath. I washed my face with water, letting the cold liquid replenish my skin. It was a refreshing feeling. Even though I didn’t look my best, I decided on no make-up because I wasn’t going anywhere today. I tugged a comb through my tangled waves and brought all of it up into a loose bun, letting a few strands fall loose around my face and neck. That’ll have to do. I said in my head as I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and walked out of the bathroom.
0*0
The fried rice was delicious and soothed the hunger in my stomach. I gulped down two glasses of water while my brother looked at me with an amused expression.
“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” I asked him as I placed my dirty plate and cutlery in the dishwasher.
“Got the day off. So I can look after you.” Michael folded his arms.
“I’m not a baby, Michael.”
“No but you’re my little sister. It’s my job to protect you.”
“No. Your job is working at the real estate.” I retorted with a smile. Michael smirked.
“Ah, being a smart arse, are we? You know what that means…” He cocked an eyebrow at me as he walked over to me. No… It all started back when we were kids. If I shot back a smart comment, Michael would tickle me. I was so ticklish; it was my weakness. He looked at me like a male lion, ready to devour his prey. I ran around the counter to evade him but he followed me. I rushed around the other side so we were opposite each other. When I moved, he moved. Michael smiled at me and moved to his left so I moved to my left. He saw me and ran to his right. I squealed and sprinted in the other direction. I made a beeline for the open living room but Michael grabbed me from behind before I could find refuge behind the couch. His arms locked around my waist and he lifted me up into the air. I screamed, my legs flailing about in the air. I giggled when he began to tickle me around my hips. I yelped in between laughs as Michael put me back down on the floor and continued to tickle me.
“No, no, Michael, please…stop…” I gasped through my squeals and giggles.
“Not until you apologise.” My brother said.
“No, I…will…not.” I laughed.
“Alrighty then.” I could hear the smile in his voice. The bastard. His fingers began to move underneath my arms where my armpits were. I laughed and shrieked when the tickling became worse. I didn’t want to wet my pants. I wasn’t 4. I was 18. Michael chuckled as I squirmed in his arms, trying to get free.
“OK, OK, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
My brother stopped tickling me and placed his hands on my shoulders. I breathed deeply and straightened out my striped jumper, tugging it down. (http://www.polyvore.com/kaylie_sad_heart_at_home/set?id=209041806) The memories that I had from being tickled all throughout my childhood still haunted me to this day. It was the result of having three brothers.
“It’s nice to hear you giggle, Kaylie. The house has been quiet without your laughter.” Michael said. The smile fell from my face as I drank in his words. At home, I was quite bubbly whereas out in the world, I tended to be quiet and shy. I felt safe to be my happy loud self in my own house. I sniffled and fought back the tears, determined to not allow them to fall.
“Oh, God, I didn’t mean to make you cry, sis.” My brother apologised and turned me around so that I was facing him. He wrapped my arms around me and I snuggled into his warm brotherly embrace. Michael had been there for me ever since the day I was born, when he had been four years old. I trusted him with my life. I was eternally grateful to him for being one of the people I could count on in whatever situation.
“It’s fine, Michael. I’m just feel…lucky to call you my brother.” I said, looking up at him. He flashed me a small smile and kissed the top of my head briefly.
“I just want you to be happy, Kaylie. And I know that your happiness lies with Harry. Please call him.”
I pressed my lips together and rested my cheek on Michael’s chest. Why is he always right about everything? I would never know. I nodded in agreement and told him that I would call Harry. He deserved to have a chance to explain. I never should have denied him that.
I locked my bedroom door and grabbed my phone off the bedside table. I sat down on the edge of my bed and unlocked my phone, the screen lighting up with the texts Harry had sent me this morning. I clicked on his name, my thumb hovering over the Call button. Should I? Should I not? I fought with my heart and my head. It was a war between the two. I promised my brother. I told him I would call Harry. I took a deep breath and braced myself, my thumb about two millimetres away from pressing Call.
But I never did.
My phone vibrated and my ringtone filled the room. I jumped and my hand flew up to my heart. It had scared me. I looked at the screen and saw it was Harry who was calling. I thought he wanted me to call him. I stared at my phone for at least 10 seconds before I realised I had kept him waiting too long. I bit my lip and pressed Accept, raising the phone to my ear.
“Hello?” I whispered.
Oh, angel, I have missed your voice so much.
My heart skipped a beat when I heard his raspy tone. It had only been less than 24 hours since I had spoken to him but I realised how much I had missed his voice too. I couldn’t control my emotions and let out a teary sob, covering my mouth with my free hand.
No, no, please, angel… Don’t cry. You’ve cried enough.
“Harry, I’m sorr-” I began to speak but he cut me off quickly.
Don’t you dare apologise, Kaylie. It wasn’t your fault. It was mine. Mine and Melody’s.
“I should have let you explain.”
You were hurt, broken and you saw something that you deciphered in the wrong way. She came onto me, forced herself on me, practically begged me to kiss her. I was trying to push her off me but she wouldn’t let go.
“Why were you even with her in the first place?” I asked.
I confronted her about the lie she told, about me and her flirting. She confessed. She’s envious of you, Kaylie. She wants me to want her the way I want you.
His words started the fire within me again. I felt that familiar tug on my heart. It was a rush of warmth that always welcomed me whenever Harry spoke. I had missed that feeling so much.
“In what way do you want me?”
I want you the way you are. Sweet, kind, beautiful. You’re all I want, angel.
Hearing him call me “angel” again brought a smile to my face. A smile that could only come about from Harry’s voice. I bit my lip again when I asked one more thing.
“I’m still your angel?”
Kaylie, you were always my angel. And you always will be.
The tears couldn’t be held back, no matter how hard I will for them to not fall. They rolled down my cheeks and I rubbed my nose with the back of my head, sobbing quietly. I’m his angel… He still wants me… I wanted to see him now. I needed to.
“I miss you, Harry.”
Me too, Kaylie. Are you at home?
“Yes, I’m in my bedroom.”
Can I…see you?
“Uh…before rehearsals on Wednesday?” I suggested.
Why wait until Wednesday when I could see you right now?
“Huh?” I was so confused. What does he mean “right now”? I’m at home and he’s normally at the studios for rehearsals. Harry’s voice filled my ear again as he spoke.
Look out of your window.
“I don’t…”
Just…look out of your window.
I got off the bed and walked over to my window. I pulled back the curtain with my free hand and stared down onto the street below. Autumn was shining in London, turning the leaves on the trees to bright colours of orange, red and gold. Clouds covered the sky and beams of sunlight streamed through, lighting up the area in an angelic glow. I didn’t see anyone I recognised. I was still confused.
“Harry, this is…weird.”
Is it? Do you see the dark silver car parked opposite your house?
My eyes scanned across the street until I saw a dark silver car. The windows were tinted and the car’s colour shone underneath the sun.
“Yes, I do.”
I heard an electronic noise on Harry’s end of the phone line as I kept my eyes on the dark silver car. I gasped when I saw the window on the driver’s side go down, revealing who sat inside.
“Oh My God!” I cried. There, sitting in the driver’s seat, was my mentor, a pair of sunglasses hiding his eyes and his phone pressed against his ear. Even from the distance between us, I could make out his large smile.
Surprise, angel.
0*0
I didn’t know what to say. I was in a complete state of shock. He’s…here! Harry’s here! I stared at him from my bedroom window, my lips parting in disbelief. I raised my hand to my mouth and gasped, shaking my head.
“Harry… What? How…How do you know where I live?”
The X Factor producers and judges know exactly where each contestant lives, Kaylie.
The fact that he knew where I lived was not the main reason why I was so shocked. It was that he was parked on my street, looking at me, talking to me on the phone. Harry Styles was parked on my street. And no-one knew except me.
“How long have you been parked there?” I asked.
About 15 minutes. I was going to come and knock on the front door but I figured I should call you first.
“Didn’t you want me to call you?”
I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to hear your voice.
This was crazy. Maybe he really does want me… He drove all the way to my house and waited, too scared to knock on the door. He was so dedicated, it was beautifully ridiculous. I had to invite him inside now. He had waited for me. I had to give him something in return and that was to invite him into my house. There was a problem though. Oh, God…
“Um, my brother’s home.”
Which one?
“Michael, the eldest child of our family.”
Oh, I met him on Saturday night.
“I know. He told me.” I smiled.
He was very nice, spoke very highly of you. Told me what a caring person you were but I already knew that.
He was smirking, I could tell. Just thinking about his smirk sent shivers down my spine. His lips tugged up in amusement, his dimples prominent in his cheeks. He was my weakness.
Will he kill me if I come in? Harry asked.
“Oh, no, no. He was the one who tried to get me to call you all day. I’ll come downstairs and let you in.” I said.
OK, angel, see you in a minute.
“Bye.” I murmured and lowered the phone from my ear just as the line disconnected.
I couldn’t believe Harry was in his car, parked on my street, here to see me. No-one had ever done that for me, let alone an international megastar and heartthrob like him. I watched him get out of his car and walk across the quiet road, heading right to my front door. Crap, I have to tell Michael! I ran out of my room and had just descended the first step of the staircase when the doorbell rang. I swiftly walked down the staircase, my hand gliding over the wooden railing. When I had reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw my brother walk out of the living room and open the front door.
“Harry?” My brother sounded just as shocked as me when I realised that Harry was parked on my street.
“Hello, Michael. I’m here to see-”
“Kaylie. I know. Kaylie, someone’s here to see y- Oh…” He stopped talking when he saw me standing on the staircase. I locked eyes with Harry and my knees trembled at the sight of him. His long legs were encased in his signature black skinny jeans with black boots on his feet and his torso was covered in a printed shirt with short sleeves, many of the buttons undone to show off his swallow tattoos and the tip of his butterfly one. He had left his long curls loose, the pair of sunglasses I had seen him wearing now gone. He must have taken them off in his car. He was beautiful and he had come to see me.
Michael’s eyes darted from me to Harry as we stared at each other like long-lost lovers. My brother walked over to me, his footsteps making me break eye contact with Harry.
“I’m guessing you called him then.” He whispered.
“No, I didn’t. He called me.” I whispered back.
“I thought yo-”
“He said he was desperate. He had waited outside in his car for over 15 minutes.”
“He’d what?” My brother cried under his breath. He wasn’t angry. More… stunned than anything. I looked around his arm and saw Harry waiting, his feet still outside the front door. I looked back at my brother apologetically.
“Look, I’ll explain later. Can Harry and I have some time alone please?”
“Alright, sis. I hope everything goes well.” Michael murmured softly, rubbing my shoulder soothingly. He glanced at Harry briefly before returning to the living room. I heard him turn the TV on and that was my cue to bring Harry inside.
“Come in, before anyone sees you.” I said, stepping up to him and grabbing his wrist, pulling him over the threshold. I couldn’t risk any paparazzi coming down my street. Harry was a celebrity after all and they followed him everywhere. The road was empty. No passing cars and I couldn’t see anyone around so I closed the door. I turned to Harry, unsure of what to say. I kept my eyes to his as I moved my hand down to weave my fingers with his. They interlocked, resuming the perfect puzzle that we had created together. My skin tingled at the contact, remembering all the times that we had held hands.
“We can go to my room.” I finally said. Harry nodded and I led him up the stairs, across the landing and into my room. He had never set one foot inside my house so it felt very odd to have him in my room. It wasn’t messy but it wasn’t exactly spotless either. My pyjama bottoms were on the floor as were a pair of my socks and one of my shoulder bags hung off the edge of my desk chair. School work was scattered across my desk but I would have to fix that up later. I shut the door and rubbed my neck with my hand.
“Sorry about the mess, I didn’t know you were going to-” I began to say but Harry never let me finish. He took me in his arms and crushed me to his chest, embracing me like we only had one more minute left together. I wrapped my arms around his back and hugged him in return, squeezing him tightly. God, I have missed this so much… Being in Harry’s arms felt like returning to the place where I belonged. I felt safe in his embrace. The emotions from my heart reached to the ends of my body and tears flowed down my cheeks as I buried my face in Harry’s chest.
“My angel… My beautiful crying angel…” He whispered, resting his cheek on top of my head. Because I had no shoes on, I was so much shorter than him. But him being a fair bit taller than me made me feel protected. I felt secure. I felt alive.
“Harry, I’m sorr-”
“I told you on the phone: don’t you dare apologise.” Harry said, kissing my forehead deeply.
“But-”
“No buts, Kaylie. I will not hear you say “I’m sorry” when there is absolutely no reason for you to.”
I raised my head from his chest and looked up at him. He looked so gorgeous in the natural light, his eyes sparkling with an ethereal shine. His lips looked so kissable and his skin was beautifully fair. He raised his left hand up to my mouth and traced the curve of my lips with his thumb. I folded my hands together at the centre of his back as I gazed up to him. His fingers moved from my lips to my cheek, stroking my skin. He pressed his palm to my cheek and I leaned into his touch, my eyes fluttering closed as my face was set aflame by the contact of his skin on mine. After last night, I never thought I would experience this feeling again. It was a feeling of bliss and perfection and Harry was the source of it. I opened my eyes to see that his bright green gaze was still on me. Why hasn’t he kissed me yet? Please… I need to feel your lips on mine, Harry. Don’t keep me waiting. I kissed his palm, hoping that would give him a sign that I wanted him to press his mouth to mine. His fingers curled around the back of my neck and his other arm tightened around my waist.
“Can…Can I…?” He trailed off. I gave him a small smile and stood up on my tiptoes.
“Just kiss me, Harry.”
He smiled that smile I loved so much, his dimples appearing in his cheeks. My legs turned to jelly as I rested my feet back down the floor, Harry’s face inching closer and closer to mine. My eyes flickered to his lips just as his nose brushed against my own. His breath warmed my skin and I sucked in a breath, my heart racing in anticipation. Then, finally, I felt his lips move with mine.
The taste of his kiss was perfect, just like it always was. Addictive and sugary, just like a drug that I craved every day. My body melted with his, his left arm slithering around my waist to join his right one. I let go of his back and ran my hands up his chest, his warm skin smooth underneath my fingers. I craned my neck up as I let Harry deepen the kiss, crushing his lips down on mine with a passionate force. I slid my arms around his neck and moaned when our lips parted. A second kiss was initiated by me but my neck was getting sore from being titled up. Harry was so tall and I couldn’t kiss him as deeply as I would like to. He sensed my trouble and moved his hands down to my hips, tapping my legging-clothed thighs.
“Jump, angel.” He whispered against my lips. I tightened my arms around his neck and lifted my feet up from the floor. Harry grabbed my thighs and placed my legs around his waist. He held me tightly and smiled, bumping the tip of his nose against mine.
“Parfait.” He said and I giggled, locking my ankles around his waist. Harry chuckled and kissed me again, making me smile. My blood boiled with desire, sizzling and searing every vein in my body. My hands wandered into his long hair, his curls soft and silky. I sighed and kissed him harder, wanting more, yearning for more. Harry obliged and continued to kiss me the way he always did. His lips were warm, his breath was gentle, his growls were arousing. I completely forgot about Melody. I knew that what happened last night was her fault, not Harry’s. I believed him. He was my boyfriend, of course I believed him. I was so stupid to not let him explain last night. I should have. I felt so treasured being in his arms, feeling his lips smother mine in a series of soft kisses. I knew I was a lucky girl.
Before I even knew what was happening, Harry had laid me down on my bed. He hovered over me and ran his index finger along the side of my face, following the structure of my cheekbone, down to my lips. A pool of longing heated up in my lower regions. It was something I had never experienced before. I had never wanted somebody as much as I wanted Harry. He devoured my face with his eyes before leaning down, his lips on mine once again. I really hoped my brother would not come in right now. The door was unlocked but I had told him to leave Harry and I alone. I was sure he would understand that we needed privacy. My fingers found their way into Harry’s long curls, my hands turning into fists as I pulled at his hair, making him growl from the back of his throat. That sound made me make the next move.
I locked my legs and arms around his body and rolled on top of him, allowing for our positions to be swapped. I took advantage of my posture, pinning Harry underneath me by fastening my legs next to his hips. My hands gripped his hair as I meshed my mouth with his hotly, our lips only breaking apart when we needed to breathe in some air. One of Harry’s arms circled my back while the other hand cupped my cheek, keeping my face as still as possible so we could kiss properly. I never stopped. I want to tell him how much I wanted him without saying a word. I wanted to him to know that nobody had ever made me feel this way before. Only him. My right hand moved down to his chest, feeling the fabric of his shirt. I found the first unopened button and tried to undo it with my eyes closed. Once I had done that, I moved onto the next button. I felt Harry lay his hand over mine, stopping me from undoing the button.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Kaylie…” Harry whispered, pulling back from the kiss. Oh…he doesn’t want to do that. I let my hands rest on his bare chest as I gazed at the tattoos inked on his skin. They looked beautiful on him. I wanted to trace each curve and line with my fingertips, make him writhe beneath me as my tongue tangled with his in an erotic dance.
“Sorry. I just… I don’t know.” I was so embarrassed. My cheeks turned bright pink while Harry linked his legs with mine.
“Hey, it’s OK, angel. Just didn’t expect so much…passion from you.” Harry smirked and tucked a flyaway strand of hair behind my ear. I looked up from his chest and into his eyes. His gaze set my heart on fire. Having his body pressed against mine made my hormones squeal with lust.
“But I want you.” I murmured.
“I know you do. I want you too. You have no idea how much I want you. But let’s not go there right now, angel.” Harry said, running his fingertip along my flushed cheek. I nodded and cuddled into his chest, relishing the sensation I felt when he held me in his arms. Harry was right. We couldn’t have sex now. Not when my brother was downstairs. Not when I didn’t even know what to do. He didn’t know I was a virgin and I didn’t want to tell him that at this exact moment. I was scared to reveal that to him. I hadn’t even made out with anyone the way I had just done with Harry. But I trusted him and I knew now wasn’t the right time. It would come when it would come.
Harry adjusted his position so that we were lying next to each other, his arms locked around me. He kissed my forehead, breathing softly while I laid my hands on his chest, feeling it move and down with each breath that he took. I tucked my head in the crook of his neck and didn’t say anything, just savouring the fact that I was lying in my own bed in the arms of Harry Styles.
“Are you alright, angel? You’re very quiet.” My mentor said softly.
“I’m…great. Just happy that you’re still my boyfriend and that I’m still your angel. I was scared that I had lost you.” I responded. Harry placed his fingers underneath my chin, making me look at him. He leaned down and rested my forehead against mine.
“You’ll never lose me, Kaylie. Remember, you’re mine and I’m yours. Nothing will tear us apart.”
I smiled at him and I blinked through the fresh set of tears, now full of happiness. He kissed my lips softly as he brushed his knuckles across my cheek.
“I love us just the way we are, angel.” He whispered when his lips were free. The corners of my mouth pulled up in a small smile and I hooked my index finger around his cross necklace, never taking my eyes off him.
“You don’t have to worry at all.” Harry reassured me. I nodded, letting him know that I understood, and he pressed his lips to the tip of my nose. Harry pulled me to his chest again, rubbing circles with his fingers on my back. His touch was comforting and soothing as I enveloped myself in his hold. Harry made me so happy. He treated me like I was the only girl in the world. He made my heart glow and he made me see my true potential. Harry affected me in a way that I never thought he would. I heard his heart beat beneath my ear as a new realisation hit me.
I think I’m in love with him.
French to English
Parfait – Perfect
Monday, 3rd October
I lay curled up in my bed, wrapping the sheets around my body. I had been weeping all night and the salty scent of tears had soaked my pillows. Every time I closed my eyes, the image of Melody and Harry from last night entered my head. It only made me cry even more. I longed for the taste of his lips, the softness of his hands, the sweetness of his hugs, the perfection of his smile, the deepness of his voice. I missed the texts he’d send me every Monday morning. I wanted him. No. I needed him.
But my heart was broken right now. My parents had allowed me to stay home today because they could see how upset I was. I didn’t want to go to school, not when I was in this state. I had loved the pace Harry and I were going. We liked each other and we stole kisses every now and then when we got the chance. No guy had never made me feel so special like the way Harry did. Whenever we were alone, he treated me like I was the most beautiful girl in the world. It felt wonderful to be the object of his loving affection. Correction: it had felt wonderful. Falling for him didn’t just feel amazing. It hurt as well.
Someone knocked on my closed door and I groaned, asking them to go away. I wanted to be left alone in my solitude, in my bed, in my room. It was the only place I wanted to be right now and I had no plans on leaving it. The knocking was persistent and made me grumble into my pillow, asking who it was.
“Kaylie, sis?”
It was my eldest brother, Michael. All I did was grunt. Can’t I just be left alone for the day? My brother didn’t wait for a response from me. I heard the door creak open followed by his footsteps. I pulled the sheets up to my face and closed my eyes, wanting to dream this real-life nightmare away. There was suddenly a large weight on my bed and I realised Michael had sat down on the mattress. I had nothing to say but my brother did.
“You’ve got to come out of this room, Kaylie.”
“No.” I said bluntly.
“It’s 1 o’clock in the afternoon. You haven’t eaten anything. You haven’t had anything to drink. Come downstairs and I’ll make you some lunch.” My brother tried to coax me out of my bed but I didn’t want to move. I was perfectly comfortable where I was.
“I’m not hungry.” And right after I said that, my stomach grumbled. Fuck…why now? I had been reduced to stupidity. I was angry at my own stomach.
“Sure, you’re not.” Michael’s voice dripped with sarcasm and all I did was sigh. I felt dead inside. I was safe in the comfort of my bed and I wasn’t going to get out of it.
“Kaylie, you can’t lie here, wallowing in your sadness. It’s not going to help at all.”
“What else can I do?” I asked.
“You can get out of this bed, come downstairs and let me get you some food.”
“No.”
“And you need to talk to him, little sis.”
“I don’t want to talk to him.”
“Kaylie…”
“No. He doesn’t like me anyway.”
“Why would you say that?”
“He let Melody…do something he always liked me doing.” I choked back tears as I recalled the way Harry kissed me, the way he held me in his arms, the way he whispered my name in a moment of charged passion. I craved to feel all of those things again but I couldn’t even text him. Not after what I had seen occur last night.
“So? Text him at least.” Michael urged me but I didn’t agree.
“No.”
Before my brother could say anything else, my phone buzzed with a text. I heard it and so did Michael. I didn’t reach for it because I had a feeling I knew who the text was from. I felt Michael adjust his position on my bed and I assumed he had picked up my phone to see who texted me.
My assumption was correct.
“It’s from Harry. He says ‘Please call me, Kaylie’.” He informed me.
“Why can’t he call me?”
“Because he probably doesn’t want to be too forward with you. He wants you to call him.”
“Well, sometimes we don’t get what we want.” I grumbled.
“Oh, come on, Kaylie! This is ridiculous.”
I had had enough at this point. I sat up, throwing the sheets off my face and looking directly at my brother. He was perched at the end of the bed, right next to my feet, and he had my phone in his hand.
“No, it’s not, Michael! He has hurt me!” I cried.
“I’m sure he didn’t mean to. Harry’s not that type of guy.” Michael stated.
“How do you know that? You’ve never met him.”
“I have met him, actually.”
“When?” I narrowed my eyes.
“On Saturday, before the show. I had to go to the men’s room and I saw him on the way out. He passed me in the corridor and I introduced myself. As did he. We talked for a couple of minutes and from that tiny amount of time, I could see how much he cares for you. He really likes you, Kaylie. He’d never do anything to harm you physically or emotionally. Not on purpose.” Michael explained.
I thought about what my brother had just told me. Harry had the kindest soul and the sweetest personality. Have I interpreted everything wrong? Should I have let Harry explain last night? Will I ever get that chance? I looked at Michael with tear-filled eyes and realised that he was right. Harry would never hurt me… Have I ruined everything?
I held out my hand to my brother and gestured for him to give me my phone. He laid it in my palm and I closed my fingers around it, placing it in my lap. I sighed in defeat and pushed my messy bed hair behind my left ear.
“Alright, I’ll come down and eat. Just give me five minutes.” I said.
“OK, sis, I’ll heat up the leftover fried rice I had for you.” Michael smiled and got off the bed, quickly pressing a kiss to my head. He left my bedroom, leaving the door open just a crack. I unlocked my phone and looked at the text Harry had sent me. Does he really want to talk to me? I gasped when I realised he had sent more than one text today. He had sent four. Why didn’t I hear my phone buzz? I had either been asleep or I had ignored the buzzing.
From Harry: Morning, angel. Are you OK? x
From Harry: I need to hear your voice. Please call me x
From Harry: I’m sorry, angel x
From Harry: Please call me, Kaylie x
I wiped away my tears and sobbed quietly. He was desperate. He must need me as much as I needed him. But I couldn’t talk to him yet. I still needed a little more time. I hoped he would understand.
I shut the screen off and placed my phone back on my bedside table. I threw the sheets off me and slid out of my bed, placing my feet on the carpeted floor. I went into the bathroom and almost shrieked at my reflection. I looked dreadful. My hair was a mess, my face was pale white and my cheeks were stained with tear streaks. My appearance matched the way my heart felt, sad and lonely.
I brushed my teeth and used some mouthwash to give myself nice breath. I washed my face with water, letting the cold liquid replenish my skin. It was a refreshing feeling. Even though I didn’t look my best, I decided on no make-up because I wasn’t going anywhere today. I tugged a comb through my tangled waves and brought all of it up into a loose bun, letting a few strands fall loose around my face and neck. That’ll have to do. I said in my head as I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and walked out of the bathroom.
0*0
The fried rice was delicious and soothed the hunger in my stomach. I gulped down two glasses of water while my brother looked at me with an amused expression.
“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” I asked him as I placed my dirty plate and cutlery in the dishwasher.
“Got the day off. So I can look after you.” Michael folded his arms.
“I’m not a baby, Michael.”
“No but you’re my little sister. It’s my job to protect you.”
“No. Your job is working at the real estate.” I retorted with a smile. Michael smirked.
“Ah, being a smart arse, are we? You know what that means…” He cocked an eyebrow at me as he walked over to me. No… It all started back when we were kids. If I shot back a smart comment, Michael would tickle me. I was so ticklish; it was my weakness. He looked at me like a male lion, ready to devour his prey. I ran around the counter to evade him but he followed me. I rushed around the other side so we were opposite each other. When I moved, he moved. Michael smiled at me and moved to his left so I moved to my left. He saw me and ran to his right. I squealed and sprinted in the other direction. I made a beeline for the open living room but Michael grabbed me from behind before I could find refuge behind the couch. His arms locked around my waist and he lifted me up into the air. I screamed, my legs flailing about in the air. I giggled when he began to tickle me around my hips. I yelped in between laughs as Michael put me back down on the floor and continued to tickle me.
“No, no, Michael, please…stop…” I gasped through my squeals and giggles.
“Not until you apologise.” My brother said.
“No, I…will…not.” I laughed.
“Alrighty then.” I could hear the smile in his voice. The bastard. His fingers began to move underneath my arms where my armpits were. I laughed and shrieked when the tickling became worse. I didn’t want to wet my pants. I wasn’t 4. I was 18. Michael chuckled as I squirmed in his arms, trying to get free.
“OK, OK, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
My brother stopped tickling me and placed his hands on my shoulders. I breathed deeply and straightened out my striped jumper, tugging it down. (http://www.polyvore.com/kaylie_sad_heart_at_home/set?id=209041806) The memories that I had from being tickled all throughout my childhood still haunted me to this day. It was the result of having three brothers.
“It’s nice to hear you giggle, Kaylie. The house has been quiet without your laughter.” Michael said. The smile fell from my face as I drank in his words. At home, I was quite bubbly whereas out in the world, I tended to be quiet and shy. I felt safe to be my happy loud self in my own house. I sniffled and fought back the tears, determined to not allow them to fall.
“Oh, God, I didn’t mean to make you cry, sis.” My brother apologised and turned me around so that I was facing him. He wrapped my arms around me and I snuggled into his warm brotherly embrace. Michael had been there for me ever since the day I was born, when he had been four years old. I trusted him with my life. I was eternally grateful to him for being one of the people I could count on in whatever situation.
“It’s fine, Michael. I’m just feel…lucky to call you my brother.” I said, looking up at him. He flashed me a small smile and kissed the top of my head briefly.
“I just want you to be happy, Kaylie. And I know that your happiness lies with Harry. Please call him.”
I pressed my lips together and rested my cheek on Michael’s chest. Why is he always right about everything? I would never know. I nodded in agreement and told him that I would call Harry. He deserved to have a chance to explain. I never should have denied him that.
I locked my bedroom door and grabbed my phone off the bedside table. I sat down on the edge of my bed and unlocked my phone, the screen lighting up with the texts Harry had sent me this morning. I clicked on his name, my thumb hovering over the Call button. Should I? Should I not? I fought with my heart and my head. It was a war between the two. I promised my brother. I told him I would call Harry. I took a deep breath and braced myself, my thumb about two millimetres away from pressing Call.
But I never did.
My phone vibrated and my ringtone filled the room. I jumped and my hand flew up to my heart. It had scared me. I looked at the screen and saw it was Harry who was calling. I thought he wanted me to call him. I stared at my phone for at least 10 seconds before I realised I had kept him waiting too long. I bit my lip and pressed Accept, raising the phone to my ear.
“Hello?” I whispered.
Oh, angel, I have missed your voice so much.
My heart skipped a beat when I heard his raspy tone. It had only been less than 24 hours since I had spoken to him but I realised how much I had missed his voice too. I couldn’t control my emotions and let out a teary sob, covering my mouth with my free hand.
No, no, please, angel… Don’t cry. You’ve cried enough.
“Harry, I’m sorr-” I began to speak but he cut me off quickly.
Don’t you dare apologise, Kaylie. It wasn’t your fault. It was mine. Mine and Melody’s.
“I should have let you explain.”
You were hurt, broken and you saw something that you deciphered in the wrong way. She came onto me, forced herself on me, practically begged me to kiss her. I was trying to push her off me but she wouldn’t let go.
“Why were you even with her in the first place?” I asked.
I confronted her about the lie she told, about me and her flirting. She confessed. She’s envious of you, Kaylie. She wants me to want her the way I want you.
His words started the fire within me again. I felt that familiar tug on my heart. It was a rush of warmth that always welcomed me whenever Harry spoke. I had missed that feeling so much.
“In what way do you want me?”
I want you the way you are. Sweet, kind, beautiful. You’re all I want, angel.
Hearing him call me “angel” again brought a smile to my face. A smile that could only come about from Harry’s voice. I bit my lip again when I asked one more thing.
“I’m still your angel?”
Kaylie, you were always my angel. And you always will be.
The tears couldn’t be held back, no matter how hard I will for them to not fall. They rolled down my cheeks and I rubbed my nose with the back of my head, sobbing quietly. I’m his angel… He still wants me… I wanted to see him now. I needed to.
“I miss you, Harry.”
Me too, Kaylie. Are you at home?
“Yes, I’m in my bedroom.”
Can I…see you?
“Uh…before rehearsals on Wednesday?” I suggested.
Why wait until Wednesday when I could see you right now?
“Huh?” I was so confused. What does he mean “right now”? I’m at home and he’s normally at the studios for rehearsals. Harry’s voice filled my ear again as he spoke.
Look out of your window.
“I don’t…”
Just…look out of your window.
I got off the bed and walked over to my window. I pulled back the curtain with my free hand and stared down onto the street below. Autumn was shining in London, turning the leaves on the trees to bright colours of orange, red and gold. Clouds covered the sky and beams of sunlight streamed through, lighting up the area in an angelic glow. I didn’t see anyone I recognised. I was still confused.
“Harry, this is…weird.”
Is it? Do you see the dark silver car parked opposite your house?
My eyes scanned across the street until I saw a dark silver car. The windows were tinted and the car’s colour shone underneath the sun.
“Yes, I do.”
I heard an electronic noise on Harry’s end of the phone line as I kept my eyes on the dark silver car. I gasped when I saw the window on the driver’s side go down, revealing who sat inside.
“Oh My God!” I cried. There, sitting in the driver’s seat, was my mentor, a pair of sunglasses hiding his eyes and his phone pressed against his ear. Even from the distance between us, I could make out his large smile.
Surprise, angel.
0*0
I didn’t know what to say. I was in a complete state of shock. He’s…here! Harry’s here! I stared at him from my bedroom window, my lips parting in disbelief. I raised my hand to my mouth and gasped, shaking my head.
“Harry… What? How…How do you know where I live?”
The X Factor producers and judges know exactly where each contestant lives, Kaylie.
The fact that he knew where I lived was not the main reason why I was so shocked. It was that he was parked on my street, looking at me, talking to me on the phone. Harry Styles was parked on my street. And no-one knew except me.
“How long have you been parked there?” I asked.
About 15 minutes. I was going to come and knock on the front door but I figured I should call you first.
“Didn’t you want me to call you?”
I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to hear your voice.
This was crazy. Maybe he really does want me… He drove all the way to my house and waited, too scared to knock on the door. He was so dedicated, it was beautifully ridiculous. I had to invite him inside now. He had waited for me. I had to give him something in return and that was to invite him into my house. There was a problem though. Oh, God…
“Um, my brother’s home.”
Which one?
“Michael, the eldest child of our family.”
Oh, I met him on Saturday night.
“I know. He told me.” I smiled.
He was very nice, spoke very highly of you. Told me what a caring person you were but I already knew that.
He was smirking, I could tell. Just thinking about his smirk sent shivers down my spine. His lips tugged up in amusement, his dimples prominent in his cheeks. He was my weakness.
Will he kill me if I come in? Harry asked.
“Oh, no, no. He was the one who tried to get me to call you all day. I’ll come downstairs and let you in.” I said.
OK, angel, see you in a minute.
“Bye.” I murmured and lowered the phone from my ear just as the line disconnected.
I couldn’t believe Harry was in his car, parked on my street, here to see me. No-one had ever done that for me, let alone an international megastar and heartthrob like him. I watched him get out of his car and walk across the quiet road, heading right to my front door. Crap, I have to tell Michael! I ran out of my room and had just descended the first step of the staircase when the doorbell rang. I swiftly walked down the staircase, my hand gliding over the wooden railing. When I had reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw my brother walk out of the living room and open the front door.
“Harry?” My brother sounded just as shocked as me when I realised that Harry was parked on my street.
“Hello, Michael. I’m here to see-”
“Kaylie. I know. Kaylie, someone’s here to see y- Oh…” He stopped talking when he saw me standing on the staircase. I locked eyes with Harry and my knees trembled at the sight of him. His long legs were encased in his signature black skinny jeans with black boots on his feet and his torso was covered in a printed shirt with short sleeves, many of the buttons undone to show off his swallow tattoos and the tip of his butterfly one. He had left his long curls loose, the pair of sunglasses I had seen him wearing now gone. He must have taken them off in his car. He was beautiful and he had come to see me.
Michael’s eyes darted from me to Harry as we stared at each other like long-lost lovers. My brother walked over to me, his footsteps making me break eye contact with Harry.
“I’m guessing you called him then.” He whispered.
“No, I didn’t. He called me.” I whispered back.
“I thought yo-”
“He said he was desperate. He had waited outside in his car for over 15 minutes.”
“He’d what?” My brother cried under his breath. He wasn’t angry. More… stunned than anything. I looked around his arm and saw Harry waiting, his feet still outside the front door. I looked back at my brother apologetically.
“Look, I’ll explain later. Can Harry and I have some time alone please?”
“Alright, sis. I hope everything goes well.” Michael murmured softly, rubbing my shoulder soothingly. He glanced at Harry briefly before returning to the living room. I heard him turn the TV on and that was my cue to bring Harry inside.
“Come in, before anyone sees you.” I said, stepping up to him and grabbing his wrist, pulling him over the threshold. I couldn’t risk any paparazzi coming down my street. Harry was a celebrity after all and they followed him everywhere. The road was empty. No passing cars and I couldn’t see anyone around so I closed the door. I turned to Harry, unsure of what to say. I kept my eyes to his as I moved my hand down to weave my fingers with his. They interlocked, resuming the perfect puzzle that we had created together. My skin tingled at the contact, remembering all the times that we had held hands.
“We can go to my room.” I finally said. Harry nodded and I led him up the stairs, across the landing and into my room. He had never set one foot inside my house so it felt very odd to have him in my room. It wasn’t messy but it wasn’t exactly spotless either. My pyjama bottoms were on the floor as were a pair of my socks and one of my shoulder bags hung off the edge of my desk chair. School work was scattered across my desk but I would have to fix that up later. I shut the door and rubbed my neck with my hand.
“Sorry about the mess, I didn’t know you were going to-” I began to say but Harry never let me finish. He took me in his arms and crushed me to his chest, embracing me like we only had one more minute left together. I wrapped my arms around his back and hugged him in return, squeezing him tightly. God, I have missed this so much… Being in Harry’s arms felt like returning to the place where I belonged. I felt safe in his embrace. The emotions from my heart reached to the ends of my body and tears flowed down my cheeks as I buried my face in Harry’s chest.
“My angel… My beautiful crying angel…” He whispered, resting his cheek on top of my head. Because I had no shoes on, I was so much shorter than him. But him being a fair bit taller than me made me feel protected. I felt secure. I felt alive.
“Harry, I’m sorr-”
“I told you on the phone: don’t you dare apologise.” Harry said, kissing my forehead deeply.
“But-”
“No buts, Kaylie. I will not hear you say “I’m sorry” when there is absolutely no reason for you to.”
I raised my head from his chest and looked up at him. He looked so gorgeous in the natural light, his eyes sparkling with an ethereal shine. His lips looked so kissable and his skin was beautifully fair. He raised his left hand up to my mouth and traced the curve of my lips with his thumb. I folded my hands together at the centre of his back as I gazed up to him. His fingers moved from my lips to my cheek, stroking my skin. He pressed his palm to my cheek and I leaned into his touch, my eyes fluttering closed as my face was set aflame by the contact of his skin on mine. After last night, I never thought I would experience this feeling again. It was a feeling of bliss and perfection and Harry was the source of it. I opened my eyes to see that his bright green gaze was still on me. Why hasn’t he kissed me yet? Please… I need to feel your lips on mine, Harry. Don’t keep me waiting. I kissed his palm, hoping that would give him a sign that I wanted him to press his mouth to mine. His fingers curled around the back of my neck and his other arm tightened around my waist.
“Can…Can I…?” He trailed off. I gave him a small smile and stood up on my tiptoes.
“Just kiss me, Harry.”
He smiled that smile I loved so much, his dimples appearing in his cheeks. My legs turned to jelly as I rested my feet back down the floor, Harry’s face inching closer and closer to mine. My eyes flickered to his lips just as his nose brushed against my own. His breath warmed my skin and I sucked in a breath, my heart racing in anticipation. Then, finally, I felt his lips move with mine.
The taste of his kiss was perfect, just like it always was. Addictive and sugary, just like a drug that I craved every day. My body melted with his, his left arm slithering around my waist to join his right one. I let go of his back and ran my hands up his chest, his warm skin smooth underneath my fingers. I craned my neck up as I let Harry deepen the kiss, crushing his lips down on mine with a passionate force. I slid my arms around his neck and moaned when our lips parted. A second kiss was initiated by me but my neck was getting sore from being titled up. Harry was so tall and I couldn’t kiss him as deeply as I would like to. He sensed my trouble and moved his hands down to my hips, tapping my legging-clothed thighs.
“Jump, angel.” He whispered against my lips. I tightened my arms around his neck and lifted my feet up from the floor. Harry grabbed my thighs and placed my legs around his waist. He held me tightly and smiled, bumping the tip of his nose against mine.
“Parfait.” He said and I giggled, locking my ankles around his waist. Harry chuckled and kissed me again, making me smile. My blood boiled with desire, sizzling and searing every vein in my body. My hands wandered into his long hair, his curls soft and silky. I sighed and kissed him harder, wanting more, yearning for more. Harry obliged and continued to kiss me the way he always did. His lips were warm, his breath was gentle, his growls were arousing. I completely forgot about Melody. I knew that what happened last night was her fault, not Harry’s. I believed him. He was my boyfriend, of course I believed him. I was so stupid to not let him explain last night. I should have. I felt so treasured being in his arms, feeling his lips smother mine in a series of soft kisses. I knew I was a lucky girl.
Before I even knew what was happening, Harry had laid me down on my bed. He hovered over me and ran his index finger along the side of my face, following the structure of my cheekbone, down to my lips. A pool of longing heated up in my lower regions. It was something I had never experienced before. I had never wanted somebody as much as I wanted Harry. He devoured my face with his eyes before leaning down, his lips on mine once again. I really hoped my brother would not come in right now. The door was unlocked but I had told him to leave Harry and I alone. I was sure he would understand that we needed privacy. My fingers found their way into Harry’s long curls, my hands turning into fists as I pulled at his hair, making him growl from the back of his throat. That sound made me make the next move.
I locked my legs and arms around his body and rolled on top of him, allowing for our positions to be swapped. I took advantage of my posture, pinning Harry underneath me by fastening my legs next to his hips. My hands gripped his hair as I meshed my mouth with his hotly, our lips only breaking apart when we needed to breathe in some air. One of Harry’s arms circled my back while the other hand cupped my cheek, keeping my face as still as possible so we could kiss properly. I never stopped. I want to tell him how much I wanted him without saying a word. I wanted to him to know that nobody had ever made me feel this way before. Only him. My right hand moved down to his chest, feeling the fabric of his shirt. I found the first unopened button and tried to undo it with my eyes closed. Once I had done that, I moved onto the next button. I felt Harry lay his hand over mine, stopping me from undoing the button.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Kaylie…” Harry whispered, pulling back from the kiss. Oh…he doesn’t want to do that. I let my hands rest on his bare chest as I gazed at the tattoos inked on his skin. They looked beautiful on him. I wanted to trace each curve and line with my fingertips, make him writhe beneath me as my tongue tangled with his in an erotic dance.
“Sorry. I just… I don’t know.” I was so embarrassed. My cheeks turned bright pink while Harry linked his legs with mine.
“Hey, it’s OK, angel. Just didn’t expect so much…passion from you.” Harry smirked and tucked a flyaway strand of hair behind my ear. I looked up from his chest and into his eyes. His gaze set my heart on fire. Having his body pressed against mine made my hormones squeal with lust.
“But I want you.” I murmured.
“I know you do. I want you too. You have no idea how much I want you. But let’s not go there right now, angel.” Harry said, running his fingertip along my flushed cheek. I nodded and cuddled into his chest, relishing the sensation I felt when he held me in his arms. Harry was right. We couldn’t have sex now. Not when my brother was downstairs. Not when I didn’t even know what to do. He didn’t know I was a virgin and I didn’t want to tell him that at this exact moment. I was scared to reveal that to him. I hadn’t even made out with anyone the way I had just done with Harry. But I trusted him and I knew now wasn’t the right time. It would come when it would come.
Harry adjusted his position so that we were lying next to each other, his arms locked around me. He kissed my forehead, breathing softly while I laid my hands on his chest, feeling it move and down with each breath that he took. I tucked my head in the crook of his neck and didn’t say anything, just savouring the fact that I was lying in my own bed in the arms of Harry Styles.
“Are you alright, angel? You’re very quiet.” My mentor said softly.
“I’m…great. Just happy that you’re still my boyfriend and that I’m still your angel. I was scared that I had lost you.” I responded. Harry placed his fingers underneath my chin, making me look at him. He leaned down and rested my forehead against mine.
“You’ll never lose me, Kaylie. Remember, you’re mine and I’m yours. Nothing will tear us apart.”
I smiled at him and I blinked through the fresh set of tears, now full of happiness. He kissed my lips softly as he brushed his knuckles across my cheek.
“I love us just the way we are, angel.” He whispered when his lips were free. The corners of my mouth pulled up in a small smile and I hooked my index finger around his cross necklace, never taking my eyes off him.
“You don’t have to worry at all.” Harry reassured me. I nodded, letting him know that I understood, and he pressed his lips to the tip of my nose. Harry pulled me to his chest again, rubbing circles with his fingers on my back. His touch was comforting and soothing as I enveloped myself in his hold. Harry made me so happy. He treated me like I was the only girl in the world. He made my heart glow and he made me see my true potential. Harry affected me in a way that I never thought he would. I heard his heart beat beneath my ear as a new realisation hit me.
I think I’m in love with him.
French to English
Parfait – Perfect
Notes
That’s right, I’ve dropped the ‘L’ bomb! A new development! I loved writing this chapter, it was wonderful to have Kaylie and Harry back to their romantic selves! I hope all of you liked it! And we’ll be back with Kaylie’s POV next chapter, just a heads-up :)
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11/19/17