Cats, Kisses, And Wagon Wheels. *finished*

One Direction, a band that was formed during the 2010 X Factor. Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson. Oh right, and Charlie Hunter. You didn't know about her? The Wagon-Wheel-addict with the curly hair? Well, I doubt anyone will tell you too much then. After all, what happens in the house, stays in the house. (Silver in the M Factor Competition) "This story is so hilarious, and it's already my favourite." - "...an amazing story, full of romance, drama, teenage life and loads more! The storyline is amazing, the characters are easy to visualize." - "An all around perfect book, even though it's a fanfiction!"

--Written for my cousin-in-law, Lottie, who wanted to have a One Direction Fanfic for her birthday. You are welcome.--

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19. A Better Way.

 

Which Is The End.

 

“So, One Direction.”

“Hi.” I gave Simon a small wave and pressed Harry’s hand a bit more. I heard him make a quiet, painful sound and released his hand immediately. He grabbed mine again and let his thumb wander over it to comfort me.

“What song did you choose?” Simon asked.

“Torn my Natalie Imbruglia,” Liam said, his voice shaky. This had to be hard on him considering he’d been here before—and he had failed.

“Okay, go on.”

I breathed deeply. This was it. This was our first performance ever and we were going to smash it.

The keyboarder started playing and we all smiled at each other. We had practised and we were good.

Liam started singing first,

“I thought I saw a girl brought to life,

She was warm; she came around, like she was dignified.

She showed me what it was to cry.”

I pressed Harry’s hand one more time before stepping forward and singing slightly at Liam, but mostly at Simon.

“Well, you couldn’t be that man I adored,

Don’t seem to know, seem to care, what your heart is for.

Now I don’t know him anymore.”

Liam and I stepped back and I watched Harry sing better than he had ever before.

“There’s nothing left

Where she used to lie.

My conversation has run dry.

That’s what’s going on…”

Now I stepped up to Harry’s level and, out of spontaneity, entwined our hands and let them sway as we harmonised.

“Nothing’s fine I’m torn,

I’m all out of faith,

This is how I feel:

I’m cold and I am shamed,

Lying naked on the floor.

Illusion never changed

Into something real

I’m wide awake and I can see

The perfect sky is torn,

You’re a little late,

I’m already torn.”

We stepped back and let Louis sing his verse before Harry came forward again and did his solo before we harmonised again. This time, we looked at nobody but each other, singing to each other, and that’s when I realized that it hadn’t only been me who had been feeling low, but Harry as well. I had been to busy feeling sorry for myself to notice he wasn’t feeling good either. What kind of friend was I?

I sang the final chorus as if I was in trance and as soon as Zayn had ended, I was out.

 

* CKWW *

 

“Charlie?”

I turned to see Harry at my door and smiled faintly.

“Come on in, I’m just packing.”

“You’re right,” he said quietly. “I need to do that as well.”

“We’re leaving either way,” I shrugged. I tried to clean the bed of my random articles of clothing as well as I could and motioned for him to sit.

“So, what is it, Harry?” I asked quietly. We were sitting close, our legs almost touching, our bare arms brushing.

“Why did you run away?” he answered with a question.

I shrugged, not knowing what to say.

There was a pause in which I was sure he could hear my heart beating out of my chest.

Harry turned and smiled at me. It wasn’t his usual smile but a sad one, almost nonexistent and contrasting with his usual full-blown grin.

“Can I try something, Chaz?”

I nodded numbly. Hell, I would let this boy ‘try’ just about anything he wanted, I didn’t mind. He could probably drug me up and sell me and I’d be nothing but slightly disappointed.

If anyone ever tells you love is a great thing, don’t believe a single word they say.

“It’s just,” Harry said, playing with my fingers that looked so tiny in his big hands, “that I’ve wanted to do this for a while. And if we don’t make it today, I was thinking, will I ever have the chance? Will I ever see you again if we have to go home now or will everything just go back to normal?” He stared at me, his green eyes hypnotising. “I don’t want everything to go back to normal without at least having tried. So, here goes.” He sighed and turned me to face him. I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights because for a second, I saw uncertainty flash over his face, but it was gone as soon as it had appeared.

“Just try not to move, okay?”

I nodded, biting my lip in nervousness as he leaned in, always closer. He made an indefinable noise in the back of his throat and slowly, his lips touched mine. His teeth slowly pulled my lower lip out of mine. His hands cupped my face and one of them wandered on to the back of my neck, tangling itself into my hair and pulling me closer as his tongue swiped across my lip, begging for entrance. I gave in with a sigh. He tasted like mint and caramel, but not really, just so indescribably Harry that I couldn’t get enough. Our tongues didn’t fight for dominance; the kiss was slow and sensual and we both seemed to want to cherish it, to be able to remember it forever. I let my tongue sweep over the roof of his mouth and he groaned into the kiss, making it deeper and more passionate all of a sudden. Eventually, we came up for air and just stared at each other for a second, panting.

Harry looked torn, as if he didn’t really know what to do. His eyes kept flickering from mine to my lips and back. After a while, I could see in his eyes that one part of him has finally won and he kissed me again, even harder this time. Our first kiss had been soft, sweet. But this one, this one was emotional. We both put everything we had into the kiss, everything we’d felt this last week and couldn’t put in words without sounding cheesy.

Like how we loved each other and how we needed each other more than we needed air and how we had been so desperate and how those few weeks now felt like years of knowing each other, and the days of knowing we were in love like months.

And when Harry smiled down at me after that kiss and held me to him as if he was afraid I might go, that must have been when we became each other’s persons again, only in a completely different way now. In a better way.

 

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