Not A Bad Thing

Finding One Another

She felt those like those stupid characters in a scary movie. One wrong move and she was dead. Except, not that same concept applied here.

"Harry." Her voice was steady this time around.

He didn't move. Her voice was steady but not loud enough. She swallowed slowly. She felt like she was swallowing a cup of flour, all at one time.

After her voice became wet, she became more confident.

"Harry!"

He heard her this time definitely, and turned around. Today, he was the teenager vulnerable to the ghost. Not Beth. (relate to a scary movie)

She walked up to him-- she was a mess.

"Hey Bet-"

"Why?"

He frowned.

"Wh-"

"Why did you do that?" He started to chuckle. Apparently, she was very humorous, because he lightly laughed. He looked away, still chuckling, then back to Beth.

He probably knew what she was talking about, yet she went on.

"Your tweet. I know you were talking about me."

He smirked.

"Yeah?"

"Yes. You said I can't play games with people who can't play games. Why?"

He looked into the distance again, then he took a step towards Beth, their faces inches apart.

"Funny you memorized that. But, am I wrong? Can you play games? Or am I telling the truth?"

His left hand went to Beth's hair. He pulled back a strand if her hair behind her ear. She watched his hand move to her and back.

"Bethany?" He teased quietly and slowly.

His tongue slid over his lips slowly.

She watched his lips now, because his hands were put behind his back now.

"I can play games."

This was not Bethany talking. Something had overcome her. She knew how to talk to her fans- just, she didn't know how to talk to someone she was a fan of.

Bethany felt like someone had taken over her body- these words were not hers.

"Yeah?"

"Yes. And-"

Bethany caught a hold of her own words and thoughts as a bird soared in the distance.

Thank you, bird.

"What are you still doing here?"

Harry's eyebrows stopped moving and went into a straight line.

"What are you talking about? Obviously, you and I got mixed up." And when you think he couldn't get any closer, stepped up even closer.

"Is that a bad thing?"
She kept her mouth closed.

Did she have bad breath?

"No. Not a bad thing." She said. Beth thought the words would come out shyly, but they didn't.

She swallowed hard and harshly.

His tongue slid over his lips, as he examined her face.

He quickly shut his tongue back into his mouth.

"Good." he said simply, and he walked back into the apartment. Their apartment.

Beth thought. But then she remembered to not get carried away with her thoughts. Not anymore.

He was smooth. Bethany had never met someone so sleek and okay with life. And that, was truly beautiful.
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Bethany recognized soon that she was in a trance. A deep one. she was frozen. She had not turned to watch him leave. She just stared at the sky in awe that Harry's head stood in front of before.

If he wanted what Bethany thought he wanted, he had gotten it. Because Bethany had seen this a million times in TV and movies. Licking his lips....

Licking... his... lips...

She shook her head; physically getting rid her her thoughts. But that was on the outside- on the inside, her mind still pondered.

Of course he was hot. Harry fucking Styles! Okay, she had to stop thinking that.

But now... Now... now that she had met him, he was not longer hot.

He was beautiful.