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Beautiful Eyes
Chapter 9
[♥]
Beautiful Eyes
Chapter 8
“That’s what makes you
beautiful!” Harry sings the last part of the song, the last
song of the night. The music cuts out and the boys all walk up to
each other, hug and bow to the audience.
“Thanks so much for coming out tonight!” Louis says.
The other boys say their own farewells, and they come running off
the stage.
I stand by, watching them run over towards me laughing. I can
tell from the looks on their faces that they’re all
extremely happy of the outcome of this concert.
I jump up on my brother, wrapped in his hug. He’s sweaty,
smelly, but he hugs me back twice as hard. “I’m so
proud of you, big brother.” I whisper in his ear and he
squeezes me quickly before setting me down.
I run through hugs with the other boys, but step back when Harry
tries to hug me as well. Liam notices, but shakes his head very,
very inconspicuously.
The crowd is chanting for more, and the boys look to the crew to
see if it’s okay for an encore. They say yes, so the boys
race out on stage and sing “I Want” for the
crowd.
After an hour of waiting for fans to clear out, the boys and I
are given the OK to go ahead and go back to the hotel. The boys
are pretty tired and don’t say much on the way home, and
everyone makes their way to their rooms. Being the only girl, I
was given my own room, adjoined to Louis and Harry’s of
course.
I quickly change into my shorts and a tank and climb into bed.
The only light on is the bedside table’s lamp. Grabbing my
book from the table, the adjoining door opens and someone walks
in. Curly hair and a lean body only means…
“Harry.”
“Hey.” He says and sits down on the end of my
bed.
“Um, hi.” I close the book and set it in my lap.
“What’re you doing in here?”
“Are you okay? You seemed upset earlier.” He scoots
closer to me on the bed. I pull my legs up closer,
uncomfortable.
“Uh, well, yeah. I’m fine.”
“Come on, Tally.” He scoots closer again, and places
his hand on my knee.
“That kiss—it didn’t mean anything. It
can’t mean anything, okay? We can’t do this, Harry.
Louis said no.”
“Do you listen to everything Lou says?” Harry’s
green eyes look into mine sincerely. And with those eyes looking
at me like that, my heart starts melting and my wall starts
softening.
“Well, I try to. He tends to know more than I
do.”
“Not about how I feel about you. He doesn’t know what
goes on in my head when I see you, what happens when I hear your
name, when you’re close to me…”
My heart starts beating a little faster.
“And how is that?” I sit up a little straighter and
lean in towards Harry.
Harry grabs my hand and places it on his chest, right above his
heart. It’s beating just as fast as mine. I look up to his
eyes and he blushes lightly.
“How do you feel about me, Harry?” I whisper, licking
my lips and breathing lightly.
“I like you…a lot.”
And then his lips crashed into mine.
[♥]
Beautiful Eyes
Chapter 6
Louis and I take one last look at
the flat that we shared, before boarding the bus. It’s only
a forty minute drive out of the city for the first venue, but the
boys had rehearsals and things to do, so we left a day early.
The boys mess around, poking fun at Paul and each other. I sat
and tried to read, but I ended up just listening to them have
fun. My eyes kept glancing over to Harry, and I would catch his
eye. He would smile, but continue adding into their laughter.
The bus pulls up to the place the concert would be tomorrow
night, because the boys had rehearsal to do. I get off with the
boys, shielded from the screaming fans by security, and into the
building.
The crew ushers them to do warm-ups and get on stage to do some
blocking for the concert. The boys sing and go through the set
list and I sit on the side of the stage watching. After a few
more concerts, I’m sure I’ll get sick of sitting and
watching, but right now I’m absolutely stunned by the
progress my boys have made. They’ve come so far with their
careers and I have to say I’m incredibly proud.
Harry glances over in my direction a lot during the rehearsal,
and every time I caught myself blushing and averting my gaze from
him. I would look back to see him smirking and then look away.
Louis caught us once or twice, but didn’t say or do
anything.
At break, Louis, Liam, Niall, and Zayn head off past me to get
some food, but Harry stops just in front of me. He smiles down at
me, his eyes meeting mine.
“Ever had someone sing a song that was meant for
you?” He asks, smiling that cute half-smile that guys
do.
“No…?” I answer. Harry slings his arm over my
shoulder and we start walking to where the guys are.
“Well, now you have.”
I glance up at Harry, curiously, when he stops and turns to face
me.
“Tally, I have a confession. Now, don’t think
I’m completely crazy or anything—“
“But you are completely crazy, Hazza.” I joke.
“Shhh, I’m trying to be cute here.”
“Is that possible?”
He raises an eyebrow at me questioningly, but I just smirk at
him.
“Well, what I was trying to say was
that…”Harry trails off, thinking, probably of the
best way to phrase whatever he wanted to say.
And then out of the blue, he places his hand on my neck, leans
down, and kisses me full on the lips.
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