Inner Demons

Lucy Karahem lives with her twin sister Lara in a neighbourhood built for families with twins. She has a major crush on Harry Styles, not Edward, Harry. She is a singer, she is having her first live performance soon and when she falls off the stage and into his arms... She really falls.
Used to be called "Falling Into Your Arms"


6. Falling... Mentally.

We didn't move, we just stared into each others eyes and I was mesmerized. My heart was beating faster and I felt myself falling again. Not physically, mentally and falling for this boy. 

No words were passed between us, just a mutual understanding that this moment was gonna last for as long as we could make it. Not that I minded. 

His strong arms were around my torso, one supporting my back with the forearm and the other using his palm spread flat to keep me steady. The skin on skin contact was making little electric shocks come from where his hand and arm rested.

My arms instinctively went to his shoulders and just rested there. 

His curly hair hung in his eyes that I was staring into and although my eyes never left his, I took in a lot of things. 

One was the sweat that was just making the skin on his face glisten. Two was everyone staring at us. Three was Niall ushering everyone away, everyone in our group anyway. 

I knew why. I never got intimate moments like these, I'd had summer romances but they were just that. Summer romances that ended the moment he left and I never cared. No one in our community ever asked me out, and no one ever liked me.

Or so I thought. 

We didn't move, not until everyone turned away from us and a figure appeared at his shoulder. 

I didn't look at the figure right away, but I knew it was his brother. He was waiting for our moment to end so they could leave, and leave me wondering if anything real had passed between us. 

But he hadn't noticed his brother yet. And if he had, he wasn't letting on. 

Though Harry was usually the one that lead the two of them, Edward knew when it was time to leave. 

We continued to stare at each other my heart practically beating out of my chest, and my stomach had so many butterflies, I felt like I was flying. My brain could hardly process a single word. 

When I finally managed to form a string of coherent words, I said, "Thanks for catching me." 

"Your welcome." He said and something was off about his voice. 

I finally peeled my eyes off of his and looked at the figure behind him and my breath caught in my throat.  

The figure at his shoulder was about a foot taller than him. Harry. It wasn't Harry who'd caught me, it was Edward. 

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