Moments

Makayla was just a normal 17 year old girl living a normal life in Maryland with her grandparents until she gets curious, and wants to know more about her parents. Its revealed to her that her mother died a few days after Makayla was born (how?), and that her father has a new family in London. He doesn't know about her. Makayla decides shes tired of living a lie, so she catches a flight to London where she unexpectedly meets a boy who changes her entire outlook on life.

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10. Confused.

Makayla woke up abruptly, trying to pull apart reality from her dreams. Had Harry really kissed her? Had he spent the night in her room? Had Niall really given her a rose? Once she realized she was alone in her room, she decided none of this had happened. All of it was a dream. This thought brought tears to Makayla's eyes which she struggled to hold in as she got up and picked her outfit for the day ( http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=84963532 ). She then threw her hair into a ponytail and skipped makeup except some lip balm.

Makayla was ashamed of herself as she wiped away her tears. Why was she wasting her breath crying over a guy? But she knew the reason. She had fallen in love with Harry whether she liked it or not.

Once she had her emotions under control, she left her room and went downstairs for breakfast. At the table, she found Louis and Harry eating bagels whilst scrolling through their phones.

"Morning." Makayla said, sitting across from them. Harry looked up from his phone and smiled a little. "Good morning. Feel free to grab some food." He responded.

Makayla mumbled a thanks and got up to rummage through the fridge. She took out a large tub of greek yogurt and scooped herself out a bowl. Getting a spoon, she took her dish back to the table and began eating. When she sat down, Harry put his phone away to talk to her. 

"Did you sleep well?" He asked. 

It was an innocent enough question, but it aroused many emotions inside Makayla. She struggled to keep the contortion from her voice as she replied, "Um.. Fine, yeah."

Harry didn't seem convinced. "You sure? You seem on edge." 

Makayla focused in on her yogurt and avoided eye contact as she said, "I'm sure. Just had a... Weird dream."

 He seemed to go along with this and Makayla was thankful he didn't pry further. She was not prepared to indulge in all the details of her slumber, from kissing Harry to Niall's abrupt proposal.

"So are you up for another journey into the city? I thought of some residential area's we didn't try looking in last time." 

Harry looked at Makayla hopefully as he offered his time to her. Makayla shifted in her seat.

"It's okay, Harry. I'll go by myself today. I don't want you to have to waste anymore time." Was her smart reply. Harry appeared at first confused, and then hurt.

"It's not a waste of my time. I want to go. You don't know the city." 

"Well, I'll get a map."

"Seriously Makayla, I'm insisting that I go."

"Well, I'm insisting that you don't." Makayla huffed, getting up from the table to drop her bowl in the sink. She didn't give Harry a moment to reply, but as she walked out the side door, she heard him mumble to Louis, "What did I do?"

 

*****

Makayla was beginning to seriously regret her choice to "find a map." It wasn't happening. She was aimlessly wandering the busy streets of London and, joy, it was starting to rain. Makayla ducked into an alley, seeking cover.

She made the wrong choice. In the alley were two men. One was watch her whilst the other admired his gun.

Makayla gulped.

"Hey sugar." Said the one watching her, talking a step forward. Makayla walked backwards into a wall. Her eyes darted out towards the street.

"I wouldn't try running if I was you. My friend here is fast, n' faster with his gun."

She knew he was right. She was no Olympic runner, and even if so, the other man had a gun. It was too dark for anyone to see in due to the rain unless someone was peering in. 

The man smiled deviously, walking up to her and gripping her neck in his pudgy hand, holding her a few inches off the ground.

"My, my, aren't we pretty. But you're more his type." He said, dropping her neck roughly. Makayla coughed and inhaled. The man laughed and motioned for his friend to come over.

"Just how I like them." Said the other, running his gun along her jawline. He stopped and pressed it into her neck. "You're gonna do like I say or I will shoot you, sweetheart." 

Suddenly, the alleyway was lit up. The first man darted behind a trashcan whilst the one holding a gun to her stayed put.

Makayla looked to the street and saw the source of the light; a car. A car she recognized. 

"Makayla?!" Harry yelled over the rain. Seeing the gun, he ran to her. Just as the man aimed at him, Harry delivered a powerful blow to his gut, causing him to double over. Harry grabbed Makayla's hand and they run to the car. Once in Harry took no pause before peeling away and racing down the road, eager to get as far away from the men as possible.

"Jesus, Makayla, are you alright?" He asked her worriedly. Makayla nodded and looked out her window at the rain. Harry pulled into an empty parking lot and stopped.

"Makayla, you're crying. Did he hurt you?" 

Makayla didn't even realize she was crying, but as she reached up to wipe her eyes she discovered they were indeed wet.

"No." She replied shakily, not bothering to bring up the choking. 

Gently, Harry grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "I should have been there."

Makayla shook her head. "No, this is my fault. I insisted on going alone."

Harry dropped his hand from her face, scrunching up his eyebrows. "Yeah, what was that about anyway?" 

Makayla sighed, and it sounded shaky and uneven to her ears. She hesitated in speaking, Harry looking at her expectantly all the while. 

"Well..." She started.

"Well?" 

"Well," Makayla said, already feeling the heat rise to her cheeks, "I had this dream last night. That you came into my room and kissed me. Then I woke up and realized none of it was real. It upset me more than I would've expected, and I didn't want to have to face you because I was afraid of messing things up."

Harry looked at her a little wide eyed before chuckling. Makayla raised an eyebrow. "This may be a joke to you," she said accusingly, "but not to me. I just totally laid my feelings out on the line and you laugh."

Harry immediately stopped and looked at her intently. "I'm laughing," he said slowly, leaning towards her, "because I've just been waiting for the right moment to do this."

When Harry's lips touched hers, Makayla finally processed what was going on and her eyes fluttered shut. One hand lightly wound in his curls as he cupped her cheek.

When they parted, Harry grinned cheekily. "I like you too, Makayla."

Makayla smiled and leaned in for another kiss.

 

A/N: sorry this took forever. i had no ambition or motivation whatsoever to continue this story. frankly, i don't even know how i managed to whip up this chapter. all i know is that i was laughing my butt off while writing the alley scene.

 

 

 

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