Part 5: Room With A View

Chapter 8.

Harry's P.O.V.

"THANK YOU DENMAAAARK!!" I'm never goanna get tired of the job! It's so crazy every single time! And this was even crazier because of the whole birthday thing! But, god I'm tired now! I walk down the halls with the boys, laughing and messing around. "But seriously dude, I'm sorry we had to work on your birthday? And that Vig couldn't be here.. I know how much you miss her.." Louis wraps an arm around my shoulder. I look down, yeah of course it sucks she can't be here, but that's life you know? "Do you know how it feels to let go of someone you really love for a long time, just for them to be happy? .." the other boys walked a couple of meters ahead of us. "Because I have tried and tried and tried, and I still don't know how to feel, Louis? I'm so deeply happy for her! But it's killing me to be away from her.." His grip around my shoulder became tighter, "I know buddy, I know.. But I promise you, it will feel better soon!" His smile always made me smile too! He was truly one of the most amazing people in the world.

"Hey, Haz! We have something for you!" and in the same moment Niall's voice broke our conversation, he opened the door to a big conference room and before I could even react, a lot people were screaming right in front of me. "HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAY HAAARRYYYYY!!!!!!". For at second I didn't get a thing. I just stood there; feeling like someone just kicked me in my stomach – speechless. The next thing I remember was it all got blurry. I could see a lot of people laugh and they were saying something, their mouths were moving but I couldn't hear them? I couldn't focus on their voices. I looked around, searching. Looking for that one person I knew wouldn't be here.. but still I couldn't stop looking. It felt like that was the only thing I should do – search. My eyes slide over the moving faces but none of them was the right one. I tried to smile and maybe laugh a little. I slowly walk into the huge crowd of lovely people. I needed to talk and have fun, say thank you and laugh. I needed this to be a good night!

After a while I suddenly I feel a light hand on my shoulder, still laughing because of a lame Paul-joke I turnt around to see who it was.

Vigga's P.O.V.

The room was crowded - people everywhere! I knew some of them but definitely not all of them! The boys, 5sos, Gem and Anne, Perrie, El, Paul, Ed, Nick – all of them were here! It was so nice to see how they were supporting. Truly a lot of people loves Harry, he just wouldn't realize it.

It had been a while since the party started and for that while I sat in the hallway, hiding. Trying to control my breathing. Trying not to die? After some time Ashton came by to get something and saw me sitting on the floor: he looked at me with those eyes. You know "Really?! You came all this way to sit out here?! Get up! It's going to be just fine, but GOD! Go inside to him!"-eyes. He didn't have to say anything. He just sat down beside me and hugged me for a while. I took a deep breath, got up and walked into the crowded room. I searched for those dark curls, but somehow I couldn't see them. For a moment I just stood there – in the middle of everything – frozen and lost.. Then there they were.. The dark brown curls covered his neck. I could tell he hadn't had a haircut for a while. The thin t-shirt was tight enough to show the movement of his shoulders through. For a moment I just stood there, looking at his back. Looking at his body shaking a bit when he laughed. I slowly walked towards him, one step at a time. Making sure I didn't stumbled. I could hear his deep voice now. One step more. I could feel his cologne in my nose. One more step. I slowly lifted my hand up towards his shoulder. One little step more. I could feel the wind from his movements. One.. last.. step.. my hand slowly touched the fabric of his shirt and as it rested on his shoulder I could feel the warm skin through it. For a second he didn't respond, but then I could feel the muscles start to work and the skin started to move under the thin t-shirt. And I saw it. First his laughing smile, then his dimples, the market jawline and then the redness in his lips. Then my eyes crawled up to meet his sea green eyes. My eyes were met by a couple of deep, warm, loving and laughing eyes. But then it all froze, his face became blank – not getting what was happening. ".. Hi you." I said with a slowly voice, immediately regretting because I wasn't sure if he could actually hear it over the music and talking. His face was still lost and not knowing how to react. "..Happy birthday, Curly." For a second more he was lost, then he took a quick step towards me, before I could react I felt his strong arms wrapping around my waist pulling me as close as they could as he buried his face in my neck. I answered the hug by wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling myself even closer to his warm body. Everything around us despaired from my conscious and became a big fuzziness. All I could hear was the sound of our heart beatings. All I could feel was his strong arms around my back, his body against mine, the body heath streaming from one to another. His soft curls against my cheek and neck. All I could see was the inside of my eyelids. But it didn't matter, nothing mattered in this moment other than us. We were here – together – after almost 6 months apart. I suddenly felt a mumble against my ear "I've missed you so bad it hurts, art-girl.." I took a deep breath, filled up my lungs with his scent, took it all in. ".. I know, I'm sorry.. I missed you so so much.." I felt a tear slid down my cheek – how was it possible that something as simple as missing an other human being, could hurt that much?! But in the end I guess it's all worth it, because when you are back in their arms the happiness you feel will make you forget how bad it was..

In the same moment I felt a warm tear on my neck, "God.. We have to stand like this for a couple of minutes till I'm done crying. We can't have a crying birthday kid!" Harry's mumble against my skin made me laugh. "You are such a mood-killer, Mr. Styles!" Then he pulled away, now resting his hands on my hips – just looking at me. I got a bit shy by his observing and looked down as I felt I started to blush. I felt a strong finger under my chin, slowly lifting it up so I would face him again. I gave him a shy smile, "I'm kind of underdressed.." I could hear the embarrasses in my own voice. A cheeky smile from one ear to another started to form on his face and bring back those dimples. "I think you look prettier than I remembered." I couldn't help but laugh out loud as I knew how terrible I looked after the long trip. In the same second I felt his warm lips with the saltiness from his tears soft on mine. How I had longed for this kiss! How I had longed for him to pull me this close, to hold around my body, to fell his heart quick against mine, to feel his lips on mine..