Awe - Harry Styles

(20) doors yellow, broken blue

HARRY EDWARD STYLES

I was a bit uneasy as I pulled up in front of Canyon Moon, but there was no debating as Megan simply exited the car. It wasn't long until Amelia attempted to match her friends confidence to be at the place and exited the car swiftly.

I barely had time to exit the car before Megan was already dragging Amelia into the familiar yellow door where hints of blue were peeking out.

"Come on, Ames. You can't let some old, and crazy, creep make you stay away from this gorgeous bar." Megan rubbed her thumb along Amelia's knuckles, "Eddie wouldn't want you to be scared."

I jog to them quickly and put my hands on Amelia's shoulders. She jumps a bit from the sudden contact but eases when her blue eyes meet my green ones.

"It's alright, Muppet. You can do this. Mia'll be waiting inside for you, and Megan and I are right here with ya."

Amelia nodded, letting out an uneasy breath, "You're right. You're right. I can't let the bad memories mask the good ones."

The moment her foot steps forward, mine does the same. Megan has already made her way inside, holding the door open for Amelia with a wide smile. Amelia's steps are a bit slower than usual, and before she can even process that's shes made it inside, Mia's arms are wrapped tightly around her.

I smile at the sight as Mia mutters, "Ames, you don't know how damn sorry I am. I should've been here, and once again, I wasn't."

Amelia shakes her head as Mia pulls away, "Don't apologize, it's not your fault. You thought Dave was as innocent as I did."

Amelia smiles once more at me before venturing further into the bar with Mia, my eyes following her every move. It feels as though my nerves have just been at an all time high ever since hearing those words out of Dave's mouth, it's all just a constant replay of the things that could happen to her.

Megan makes her presence known to me, "So, your intentions?"

I turn my attention to her, quirking my eyebrow up in confusion, "M'sorry?"

"Your intentions." She repeats, "With Amelia. What are your intentions with Amelia?"

I scratch the back of my neck in a mix of confusion and nervousness, "Erm, I don't know? A relationship?"

She eyes me a bit scarily, and even though I tower over her by a least a foot or so I feel minuscule under her gaze. "You don't sound so sure of yourself, Styles."

I go to retort her statement but words are already leaving her mouth once again, "Amelia is not one to be messed with, Harry. I don't care how big and famous you are, I will still make your death look like an accident."

I stay silent for a moment, hoping to see even a glint of sarcasm in her brown eyes but the fact that I see none makes me shiver a bit. Amelia is literally the polar opposite of this girl, I'm seriously wondering how they met.

Megan rolls her eyes, "Silence isn't the best answer."

"Uh, yeah, yeah." I quickly begin to speak, my words jumbling over each other a bit at the speed, "I don't one to mess with her, just want to follow her lead. Ya know? Is that, uh, is that alright?"

She shrugs, "Not my choice. But, I've got my eye on you, Styles." Megan brushes past me without another word, leaving me feeling as though my feet are glued to the bar floor.

I'm so confused at what the hell just happened.

Amelia's voice fills my ears from behind me, "Shes not that scary once you get to know her."

I turn around, my uneasy emotion faltering as I see her bright smile, "Are you sure about that? Seems to be pretty scary about all the time."

Amelia pushes her newest pair of heart shaped sunglasses onto the top of her head, "She's just protective, I guess you could say. Don't worry, soon enough she'll like you just as much as I do."

I smirked playfully, "Ah, so you like me now?"

She swatted my chest with an eye roll, "Keep up this cocky attitude and I might not."

"Heeey." I poured as she turned away from me, her curls shaking as she laughed.

I don't know what it was, or what the hell happened but, somehow Amelia was just taking a piece of my heart each and everyday.

Not to sound like a complete dick, but I feel as though all my other relationships were mostly based on their looks. I didn't date anyone who was overly rude or anything, but I for sure let some things slide that I shouldn't have.

Now, don't get me wrong, Amelia is gorgeous to me, but she's used to be on the average side to me. I didn't really see her as someone who would catch my eyes each time she walked into a room, or make me attracted to her even in pajamas or in a regular outfit. But, in the end, she did just that.

Taking things slow, though I truly do hate it, made this whole entire thing better for me. I was trying to hard to swing into a relationship with someone who I thought was just averagely attractive and was nice, but it's plain to see that I needed to learn more about her to truly move forward with her.

Amelia's shown me that it's not hard to find happiness. I mean, in just the month or so that I've known her, she's managed to go through so much, and still have the brightest smile in the room. I know for a fact that if Dave walked through the door, she'd be kind and upbeat towards him.

Though I'm not sure Megan would let it slide.

I just can't help the uneasy feeling I keep getting from it all. Like someone has to go wrong, or else it's just not going to work out. And, I feel like I have to make sure someone goes wrong.

Let's just hope the feeling goes away.