I take a deep breath as I closed the door. I could still feel Harry's eyes staring at my back as I ran here. I close my eyes for a minute, then open them and grab dad's journal. I was eager to read more, but thinking of him hurt on the inside, like a tidal wave. I wished there was someone to comfort me, tell me everything was okay, but at the same time, I wanted to be alone and away from my chaotic life. I sat on the bed slowly and turned the journal over and over in my hand, then opened the journal to the second entry, after my first birthday, and read it.
I cried for the second time. I shut the journal and put it down on the bed and hugged my knees to my chest, softly crying. Suddenly there was a gentle knocking sound at the door, I knew Harry came in. I didn’t say anything, but drew my knees up closer to me. Harry sat on the bed next to me, and reached over and put his warm arms around me. I could feel his breath against my ear as Harry whispered softly through my hair: “It’s alright, love. Can you tell me what’s wrong?”
I kept my silence, but I enjoyed Harry’s arms around me. For a while we both didn’t say anything, then I lifted my head to meet Harry’s intense green eyes and the way he looked down at me with passionate affection and something struck me on the inside and left me completely out of words.
"What is it?" Asked Harry worriedly. "Are you okay?"
I swallowed, nodded slightly. Harry took his finger and gingerly traced a lock of curly hair out of my eyes and tucked it behind my ear, I felt myself holding my breath.
"What is it, love?" He asked quietly.
I took a deep breath, examining Harry's green eyes and the way his dimples popped out of his cheeks when he smiled or laughed and his short, curly, warm brown hair. "Harry-"
"There's always something in your eye-I don't know what it is, but I've never seen you look at me like that before. Like something's been bothering you. What is it?"
Harry's green eyes study me closely. Then he sighs and runs his hands through his curly hair. "Alys, that's the thing-I don't know. At least, I'm not sure...but-"
"It's okay, Harry," I say softly. "I'm listening. I'm right here."
Harry's eyes soften up. "Yeah, well the thing is, I-I've been acting differently around you than other girls. It's like-every time you smile, or laugh, or cry...I feel something for you."
I reach over and gently intertwine Harry's hand in mine. Harry stares down at our hands and smiles.
"I love you, Harry Styles."
He squeezes my hand leans down to whisper in my ear, "I love you too, Alys."