Breaking Point (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 21

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Harry’s POV

Louis was standing in front of me and he had been for a probably good 5 minutes, undoubtedly  drawing the restaurants full attention on us. But I didn’t give a damn, how could I?

He reached out to grab my hand sending shivers down my spine and causing alarms to go off in my head, this couldn’t be happening. This was totally surreal.

Everything was silent, the whole world holding it’s breath.

Not daring to look at the tragically beautiful face that was just millimeters from my own, I kept staring at the floor wishing I could just disappear and forget any of this ever happened. Just forget that he broke my heart, forget the horrible things that he’s done, forget everything, I even wished I could be back at the orphanage without all these complications.

I clenched my hands into fists until the knuckles turned white, Louis still had his hand on my arm not moving it, just letting it stay in place, seemingly burning holes into my skin through the fabric, I could see his slender fingers resting just above my elbow...

Just then he started to move his hand and I squeezed my eyes shut, cringing. He’s gonna kill me, he’s gonna kill, he just used me, he never cared...

These thoughts were running through my head when his hand reached my hand, I thought he was going to grab me and drag me away and do something unthinkable but all he did was slip his hand into mine intertwining our fingers.

It felt so right even though it was the definition of wrong.

Slowly but surely he brought his hand up to his face, my breathing stopped, I still hadn’t looked at him but I could feel his sweet breath on the back of my hand.

These thoughts were running through my head when his hand reached my wrist, I thought he was going to grab me and drag me away and do something unthinkable but all he did was slip his hand into mine intertwining our fingers.

It felt so right even though it was the definition of wrong.

Slowly but surely he brought our hands up to his face, my breathing stopped, I still hadn’t looked at him but I could feel his sweet breath on the back of my hand.

“Harry” I heard him whisper, the sound of his voice was like a melody something sweet yet crisp and sharp, dangerously so.

I bit my lip refusing to look up at him, chewing away at my lip furiously.

“Harry look at me” Still it was just a whisper something for us, something only him and I could hear. I didn’t budge though, letting my curls fall into of my eyes and slightly shaking my head, defeated.

Suddenly he took my hand he had been holding and placed it on his cheek, his hand ontop of mine.

I shivered at the sudden contact and couldn’t help but look up into those piercing blue eyes, that looked like pools of turquoise and flourishes of blues with green and white specks. Quickly I sucked in a sharp breath, my heart beating frantically.