Tears Of An Angel {Harry Styles}

She changed him. He helped her. Together, they are something nobody else can describe without using the two words, eight letters: true love.


5. {2} ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ


    I sat up on my bed the next morning, rubbing my eyes. It was a Saturday, thank God, because that meant no school. School was horrible for me. Nobody liked me there except a few set of friends, other than that, I was bullied, or I could tell people were talking behind my back and laughing, everything directed to me in a way. I picked up my phone and went to my conversation with Harry, smiling as I read all the texts he sent me. I was up all night talking to him and he made me feel special and worth something in this world. My stomach growled and I ignored it, sighing as my feet hit the wooden floor that I was familiar with. That's when I heard a knock on the door. I ran downstairs, my attire being Minnie Mouse pajama pants and a red form fitting pajama top, my blonde waves in a high ponytail. I opened the door and my eyes grew wide. "Hello," Harry greeted with a smile, Niall by his side. My jaw dropped to the ground, well...almost, and I tried to form words, but none would come out of my mouth. He let out a soft chuckle, speaking once again, "May we come in?" I nodded and stepped aside as they walked in. Niall jogged up the steps, wanting to get to Julia I suppose. I carefully shut the front door, leaning against it while I kept my eyes down and away. I heard footsteps move closer and closer to me, causing my eyes to lift up only to meet a pair of emerald orbs. Harry's eyes darted my neck, followed by a soft smile.

     "What?" I asked, confusion sparkling in my brown eyes. The smile remained on his lips and his eyes focused on the paper airplane charm, ironically made of metal.

        "You're still wearing it..." He replied, trailing off as he looked back to my eyes, our gazes locking. instantly. I offered a smile, feeling more comfortable, my nerves going away as fast as they came.

         "Why wouldn't I be?" I asked, smiling, yet thinking. He's just being nice to a fan. That's all it could be. That's all it is. Just being kind to a fan...right? I took in a breath and looked straight at him, asking the long-awaited question in one breath, "Why are you really here?" 

           "Well..." He replied, "I told you last night that I wanted to see you again. And here I am." My heart started to beat a little faster in my chest and my palms grew slightly clammy as I got entranced by his eyes. I was getting myself in way too deep. Way too deep. I watched as he took a step closer to me, my body now basically pressed up against the door, my back brushing against the woodwork. "What were you thinking about, love?" He asked with a huskier tone, a half smirk appearing in place of the smile on his lips.

         "N-Nothing..." I stuttered, trying to cover myself up. He leaned in to my ear and whispered, sending shivers down my spine,

            "Tell me." I inhaled a deep amount of oxygen before explaining to him what was racing through my mind.

             "You're just being nice to a fan...because that's all I am to you...a fan," I said, giving him his answer. He let out a soft chuckle and looked from my eyes to my lips, then back up to my eyes. 

            "If I were just being nice to a fan, would I have given you one of my special necklaces?" I bit down on my bottom lip hard, probably drawing up blood.

           "But..." I tried to protest, but a slender index finger pressed onto my lips, making my vocal chords shut down.

             "And why would I be in front of you right now?" He continued to explain with a smile, his deep dimples visible that were a little deeper than mine. I took a shaky breath and kept my eyes locked with his, my heart beating faster and faster in my chest. My palms began to sweat and I lost all feeling in my muscles when he slowly took his finger away from my lips, letting it slowly slide down my cheek and neck, his eyes focused on my lips, only on that set. Both of his hands soon fell on my hips that I was constantly swaying to a beat, but not now. I remained perfectly still as a feeling that I had never felt possessed my body head-to-toe. He slowly began to lean in, causing me to as well. My eyes fluttered shut, trusting, knowing what was gonna happen next. I could feel his hot breath on my lips when I heard my father's booming voice, 

           "Rachel! Get in here and do your chores! Your brother is busy with college work!!" I pulled away from Harry and looked at him, saying no words but giving him an apologetic gaze, going into the kitchen where my dad had called for me from. Brother's college work? Sitting on his sorry butt.  I let out a sigh and began doing the dishes, feeling a pair of eyes burning into my back. I slowly turned and saw Harry leaning against the snow-white fridge, watching me intently. I bit down on my bottom lip and went back to doing the dishes, asking quietly, practically speaking to the sink,

             "Why are you watching me do chores?" I heard him chuckle and kept my back turned, still pondering why he was not leaving me out in oblivion.

             "Because I just want to keep my eyes on you," He replied, making my cheeks flush up ever so slightly. I continued to do my chores, smiling to myself. Who knew? Maybe this could be good. Speaking softly, I questioned him,

             "Are you interested in me or something?" Footsteps edged closer, hands being placed on the sides of my torso.

               "Of course," He replied by a whisper in the ear.

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