LOST

Chapter 13

My back was leaned against the wall in the little hall, my hands were tight around his neck, my eyes were closed to feel the touch better. I had no idea how long we had been kissing in the dark, but time didn't matter just like everything else. I didn't even remember him closing the front door shut, it was just two of us. His touch had left my lips, made my eyes flutter open. Our heavy, warm breaths met at the small distance between our lips. His nose brushed against mine as his hands fell away to rest on my hips. Harry's hand slowly reached up and cupped my chin, tilting it to the side. His thumb wandered around my cheek before he placed a lingering kiss to the skin. His gentle touch made my fingers tagle into his curls. 

I knew I had to head back to the reality before the small bubble around us that was made by our shaky breaths crashed down. His one hand came up inside of my thigh before I could do anything, his lips parted to meet mine again. "Harry." I gasped and placed my hand on his, which was on my thigh. 

He pulled his hand away, his eyes locked on mine. "Anne?" He said, his voice huskier than usual. 

There was so many things to say, but nothing was spoken. Only minutes ago I was mad at him, mad at myself and sure as hell that I was never going to see him again, yet I was here between the circle of his arms and the familiar feeling of safety rushing through my body.

It was like he understood that I was at a loss for words, just like most of the time when I was with him. He slowly pulled away smiling, it felt strange to see him smile after previous three times he kissed me. The look in his eyes were so different from before, there was no black curtains behind it, for once I could see right through his gaze. His green eyes were looking at me with curiosity like he was waiting for me to say something just like I waited for him to leave, again. But he didn't, he kept standing there.   

"What changed your mind?" I asked. 

Harry shrugged and licked his lips before speaking. "I won't leave if you don't want me to." 

What was changed in couple of hours, what made him come to me again? Did I want him to stay, not here in the house, in my life? What did that even mean, having him in my life in this way? Could I trust him?

"I don't want you to." I said, ignoring all the unanswered questions my subconscious screamed. I chose to trust him again, just like the day he found me at that club he was working. 

His lips curled up to a soft smile as he heard what I said, he slowly nodded. 

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 HARRY'S POV: 

"What the fuck Harry?" Louis asked as soon as he sat on the passenger seat. 

I didn't say anything, started the engine and my hands grabbed the wheel firmly. I just wanted to get away from that shit hole of a place. I was leaving, again. She looked so disappointed when I couldn't say that I won't leave. What was holding me back? Was I afraid of her or the things she made me feel? I wanted her, hell yes I did, but whenever I was around her it was making me feel different, unfamiliar and so strange. I hated to see the brightness in her eyes faded away as she walked past me and when I got back, she was no longer there. For once, she left before I could. 

Who the hell was that guy?

Anne has Seth. I remembered that blonde girl saying that. When he held his hand I thought I was losing it, my clenched fist was ready to meet his face if Zayn wasn't around. Anne said they weren't dating, but didn't say anything about liking him. I could easily drive back and break his nose, but for what exactly? Since when I was searching for a reason to punch someone though? That prick had nothing like me, he was wearing a lame bottom up shirt and not drinking alcohol, I could've easily knock him down. Did she like those type of guys? Why did she kissed me then? Fuck, I had so many shits that needed to be answered.