Passion '2 (15+)

"Remember when I promised to love you forever?"


"Forever isn't over yet."


71. Would you care for a dance?

Clara's P.O.V - New Years Eve, one week later:


On New Years Eve, when I first walked into Louis' enormous flat, I was quite overwhelmed. Not that I hadn't expected something big and beautiful, but the beauty and the big space, and the windows, and sculptures made it look unbelievable. Like I was stolen from a Hollywood movie. The first thing that had caught my eye was a boy that I used to know. He stood in the other side of the room, with his arm around some brunettes shoulders. They were talking to some guy that I didn't know. Her hair was long, so dark that it almost was black. It was straight, and her skin tone was darker, like she was half-half. 
She had long beautiful legs, that really showed off in her dress, that looked more expensive than whole my flat, and her heels where sky tall. My eyes locked at her, instead of the beautiful boy at her side.

My stomach turned, and I forced myself to look away. I had somehow expected Harry to be single, so that we could re-live everything again, but to be honest... Who had I been fooling?

He was the only one of the boys that I hadn't talked to tonight. The others had been extremely glad to see me, and had asked me about how I was, but I saved the long talk about what had happened the past many years, till later. Right now the only thing on my mind was him. 

Which was silly, since I should've been strong enough to let him go years ago. But frankly I still got the same old feeling, when I saw him standing there. I let my eyes wander around the room, hoping to find someone I could talk to, and I did see a lot of people, but every time I was about to walk up to them, my eyes turned to Harry, that hadn't noticed me yet. I sighed, and moved my champagne glass up to my lips, and took a sip. My eyes were on Harry, watching him from the edge of the glass. 

And then, all of sudden he turned to look my way, and I had never seen my reflects been any faster, but even before his eyes got any change to meet mine, I had turned them away from him. Though I couldn't make my beating heart stop racing in my chest. I wasn't that strong.

"Excuse me," I heard him mumble, and in the corner of my eye I could see him step away from the blackhaired girl. I could almost hear him moving closer, but I pretended not to know, until he was so close that it would be awkward not to look at him. So I did, and he smiled at me, and took the last few steps up to me. 

"Clara?" He asked, and the smile that was on his lips seemed like one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. 

"Harry," I answered him, and nodded politely. 

"Oh my god, I can't... Wauw, I... I didn't know that you were going to be here!" He seemed really surprised, and I could fast tell that Emily had kept me as a 'surprise'. He was cute when he was overwhelmed, surprised, stuttering. He ran his hand through his hair, and looked at me with wide eyes. 

"Surprise," I giggled, and took another sip of my champagne. 

"You must say! It's so good to see you again," He was smiling bigger than I could remember he had ever done. His eyes were shining, and he was slightly nodding his head, trying to understand that I was here. 

"I can only say the same, Styles," I smiled, and moved the glass away from my lips.

"So, how have you been, and what's been new with you lately?" 

"Oh not much. I've been fine. I'm going back to school soon though," 

"You choose a little smarter ways than Emily," He joked. 

"She is like she is. Smart but spontaneous, and that's where we have the problem. She wants things to happen all the time," I said, and smiled.

He nodded, "I just can't believe that you're here... I mean, it's been six years. And you... You look beautiful!"

I blushed, but kept looking at him, "You don't look too bad yourself."

"I get that a lot" He winked at me.

"Oh, mr. ego..." I sighed, but couldn't keep myself from giggling a little.  

"Would you care for a dance?" He asked, and reached a hand out for me. "But there's no music," I mumbled, and looked around me. No one were dancing. The flat was filled with people that I didn't know, but no one were dancing. "I'll fix that," He whispered, and I hesitated my giving him my hand, but once he grabbed it... I didn't regret it. His hands were tough, and big but mine fit perfectly in them.

"What about your girlfriend?" I asked, before he got to drag me away. 

He raised his eyebrows, and looked confused, "My girlfriend?"

"Yeah, the girl... Umm... You know, the one you stood with," I mumbled, and tried to avoid eye contact, by looking over his shoulder, and at the place where they had been standing. Then he burst out in laughter, and I fast looked back at him, feeling my cheeks turn a rosa color. 

"That's not my girlfriend!" He laughed, and I felt silly. "That's Niall's girlfriend, Jessica. She's really nice. But I can't believe that you thought that we were dating," He kept on laughing, and I could feel my cheeks heat more and more up, in an embarrassing rosa color. I didn't say a word, I just looked at him, waiting for him to stop laughing. I felt unsure about what to do with my hand that he held, cause now he just held it, and it seemed unnatural in a situation like that. Though I tried not to care. 

"Okayokay, I'm done... But, seriously. Wauw, that's awkward. She's a good friend though. And hey, did you dye your hair?" He changed the topic. 

"Yeah, I did. What do you think?" I asked, and flipped some of the blonde slings over my shoulder. "It looks great," He said, and reached his left hand out to touch it. His finger tips slightly touched my hair, and I could feel the goosebumps forming on every inch of my skin. 

"It really looks good on you," He mumbled, mostly to himself. 



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