I drove back to my house and turned off the ignition, stepped out the car and continued to walk towards the door, knowing Harry was following me. I walked into the kitchen looking for the first aid kit. Where is it?!
Her house, it wasn't really a home anymore, I could tell. It was almost as if that when Holly's parents died, so did the spirit of the house itself. The furniture was very modern and through the kitchen door I could see Holly raiding the cupboards for something to help my injury. My eyes full upon one of the picture frames of the wall in front of me. It was a picture of Holly and her parents with the caption 'Holly's 1st Pointes'. Holly looked about 11 maybe 12 years old and her parents were holding a hand each. They were all smiling and I could feel the happiness from that day radiating from the photograph.
"Found it!" Holly called. I walked into the kitchen where she sat me down on the breakfast bar stools. She cupped my chin in her hands as she applied some sort of cream that smelt very antiseptic on the cut.
"What is that?" I ask, wrinkling my nose at the horrid smell.
"Germolene" She said, "Why whats wrong?!"
"It smells disgusting" I replied honestly.
"Don't be such a baby, Styles" She said, laughing. I felt so sad for her. Every laugh, giggle smile, was forced. I could see the pain in her eyes and there was no light in them. I just wanted to hold her.
She put a plaster on my face and kissed it. I felt myself blush. I wanted her so bad, but she was so hesitant. I would be too, if I had just been beaten up by my partner.
"Do you love Joe?" I asked. I needed to know.
"Not anymore. I used too, but now..." She trailed off looking at her feet. I cupped her chin in my hands and looked her in the eyes.
"Do you love me?" I asked.
"I-" I cut her off from saying anymore with a kiss.
"Do you love me?" He asked. I didn't know what to say. i had literally just met him 24 hours ago but then again no-one could ignore the spark between us.
"I-" I started before he pushed his lips onto mine. Yep, there it was again the spark!
"Yes" I mumbled through the kiss, feeling him smile on my lips before kissing back again. His kiss was amazing and smelled of antiseptic.