When Life Gets Complicated. (A One Direction Fanfiction.)

Chapter 3 - "We meet once again..."

CHAPTER 3

Mixed emotions were raining on my mind as I stood in front of a guy whose heart had a scar shaped in my name. I wasn’t sure how to react. It was sort of surreal being this close to him. Just yesterday it seemed as though we were stars apart and now we were so close I could smell the Bleu De Chanel cologne on his white shirt. Harry Styles was stood right in front of me. The guy who fell in love with me – the guy I once fell in love with. The guy I couldn’t love enough…

I was in complete shock. I was certain that a punch to my head was making me see him. I had to blink twice to make sure he was there, and the second time I opened my eyes, a smile stretched across his face and dimples sunk into his cheeks. It really was him. He laughed under his breath as he pulled his head down to swipe his fringe over. The night was still and the fight had taken every bit of noise with it. As he stared back at me once more, he bit his lip, as if he were studying me. We hadn’t seen each other in two years, and I’m not going to lie, I was studying him. Tattoos on his chest were peaking up just below the collars of his shirt and his hair was a little less curly. It was just the two of us and it felt like time had frozen – until we realized that I was still sat on the ground. He broke from our stare as pulled his hands from the pockets of his black jeans. My gaze was still locked on him. I was searching for the right words to say, if there even were any.

“Come on now, take my hand. It’s not like I’m going to hurt you. Have you forgotten me already?” He gestured his hand towards me with a friendly smirk.

Of course not. How could I forget him. I had only spent the past year and few months shadowed by the regret of ruining his life and our friendship. The moment I left a hole in his heart replayed in my mind every time I tried finding happiness and each time it hurt more.

Before the thought brought tears to my eyes, I accepted his offer and stood up with his help. Once I was back up onto my feet, I took in a deep breath and with all my strength I looked at him face to face. I felt guilty to even be standing in front of him.

But he welcomed me with that friendly smile as always. “So what is this? Like the third time I’ve saved you from a gang bang group?” He poked me lightly, proving that I wasn’t dreaming. I pulled away startled, still shocked that he was standing in front of me, but I forced a smile. I cleared my throat and finally found some words.

“Actually… it’s like my fourth or fifth time. You just weren’t there to save me from the rest.” I winked flirting back at him.

“Oh I see how it is then…” He smirked and it instantly fell silent again. I didn’t reply with anything, but instead I pulled Harry towards me and wrapped my arms around him. He wrapped his arms around my waists delicately as we stood in an embrace. My heart felt at ease finally feeling his warmth. His touch. His scent.

Harry was finally back to me. He wasn’t with me, but he was back again. I knew he was okay. I finally had someone to talk to, someone that would understand me. Through all of my complications, maybe, just maybe, I would have a reason to smile now.

I finally pulled back remembering the terms we had left off on. We weren’t together anymore. We couldn’t even act like we had feelings for each other. Which we did of course, but Harry still thought that Zayn and I were together. He thought everything between us was over. But before this, I promised myself that if I ever happened to have an encounter with Harry that I would only act as a friend to him. That was if he even wanted to be friends at all. But we couldn’t be anything more. I wasn’t going to put him through that pain ever again. Even though I still loved him, I knew that the minute we fell for each other, the reoccurring cycle of something – or someone – coming between us would happen. It was like a sign telling me that Zayn was always going to be the one no matter how much I thought it was Harry. Yet I had no idea where Zayn was. Or how he was. I was in love with a man whom I knew nothing more about since we last left off, two years ago.