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Chapter 43 - Harry

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                                                           ●•Harry•●

To be honest, I wasn’t sure she had really missed me until the moment she relaxed in my arms and started kissing me back. For God’s sake! I couldn’t believe how much I’d actually missed the taste of her lips. Wouldn’t kill her if she decided to take the first step sometimes, you know?

I just ignored my thoughts as I slid my hand down from her cheek to her lower back, unconsciously bringing her closer to me. I could feel the cold touch of the leather jacket I had borrowed her contrasting with her warm showing skin. Let’s say that the way she had to dress when she was at the club didn’t really make a good job when it came to covering her body.

Sooner than what I’d wanted, she pulled away, staring at me with longing in her eyes. Really. She had missed me? I was still taken aback by that. Of course I didn’t expect her to admit it out loud, though.

“You can’t do what?” she finally asked, in reply to what I’d said right before kissing her, and I could feel the fear in her words. Honestly, what was she expecting me to say? That I couldn’t fight for her anymore? That was certainly not the answer.

“I tried to give you some space, to let you realize how much of an idiot you’re being by acting the way you do, but… I can’t. I can’t keep my distance of you. Those past three weeks were killing me, you know? Or you thought I’d given up on you this easily?”

She shrugged at my words and I laughed. Really? She thought I’d give up on something as precious as her in a blink of an eye? She was so, so damn wrong.

“You better leave, Styles. Caitlyn is probably missing me already and I need to work,” she whispered, looking away. “You shouldn’t have come,” added Kirsten, fidgeting her hands over her lap. They looked so tiny. Her skin was a bit paler than the usual, and I knew it was due to the contrasting change of temperature from inside to outside. When I took her fingers in mine I knew I was right; she was freezing.

“Oh yes, I should’ve. I don’t really care what you say, Kirsten, but I surely can’t stay away from you for too long. That’s pure torture. And even if you don’t admit it out loud, I know you can’t either. Your pride is just too big for you to actually do something,” I said, confident. Also, I had this silly smile on my face, because it was incredible how much she made me smile just from stopping pushing me away the way she used to do. Let’s say I don’t have her, but it’s not a lost cause anymore.

Kirsten shifted uneasily on the bench, scooting further down on the wood as she loudly sighed.

“I guess you already know that, but you’re impossible to deal with,” she said, her voice steady, but the smile pretty much audible. Uhn, yeah. Maybe she’d said that a few times to me already? “Is there any possible way I can make you stop chasing me or should I just give up once and for all?”

I laughed, sliding down the bench until my head was at the same height as hers. I shoved my hands into my jeans pockets while Kirsten hid hers inside my jacket.

“Most likely you should take the second option,” I grinned, feeling comfortable enough while being there with her. It felt… Familiar. It was easy being around her, and I liked that. It was truly natural.

“You know, Styles, I should have the guts to snap at you until you eventually got tired and gave up, but sounds too exhausting and I’m not really taking huge challenges right now,” she admitted, staring at her crossed feet as she moved them slightly from one side to the other.