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.
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