Harry's POV

I didn't even wait for his bike to reach the gate and disappear from our sites before I steered her towards the open front door.

Gently, of course.

I told myself that I'd stay calm and not jump the gun but she was making it extremely hard for me right now.

Breathe Harry. Remember to breathe.

My hand laid on her lower back, urging her to move with me but her eyes stayed glued to his retreating figure. Her eyes were brighter and almost...happier. The smile on her face never leaving.

Even when I finally got her feet to move towards the door, her head appeared permanently etched to him.

OK...what is this?! Casablanca?!

Now I was angry. Practically raging, fueled by jealousy

How is it that this one girl out of the others that I've been with make me feel all of these things that I've never felt before?

Louis jabbed at me some time ago, "Maybe it's because you're attracted to someone your own age for once"

I'm not saying that I'm proud of myself in that aspect and I'm not trying to compare my Mia to those girls either.

She's nothing like them and nothing that I've ever experienced before her.

And the thought of that frustrates me so much yet thrills me and makes me feel alive...more than ever before.

"Oh man, Harry" she sighs happily as the door closes, "I've had the best day!"

"Oh yeah?" I couldn't keep the sarcasm from my tone and my annoyance grew more as I realized that she was too happy to tell me about her day that she didn't even notice it.

Stop! You stop this right now, Harry Styles!

But I couldn't stop it. I was jealous, hurt and disappointed.

And like the idiot I am, I'm taking it out on her.

"Yessss" she smiles widely and my heart flutters in my chest at the beautiful sight, "I mean, this isn't exactly how I wanted you guys to meet-"

The fluttering dulls, being replaced by the racing of the blood through my veins and the heat taking over every inch of my body.

"Let me stop you right there" my voice doesn't even sound like my own as I interrupt her speech. I couldn't control the words leaving my mouth as all sense of reason flew out the window and my hurting heart took over my actions, "Do you even hear yourself right now? How selfish can you be?!"

I didn't mean to call her selfish when in fact, she isn't...she wasn't trying to be. She didn't know what I had planned today...all the strings I had to pull and how many nights I've spent setting this thing up so that it was perfect for her.

The entire plan went belly up...while she rode off on the back of Aaron's motorcycle.

She didn't know.

I wish I could take it back.

I wanted so badly to take those words back but it was too late. I'd already said them.

Her smile disappears as a puzzled expression adorns her soft features, "Um, I'm sorry - Am I missing something here?"

I hear a scoff pass my lips, "Now is not the time for you to act oblivious, Mia"

Low blow, mate...Low. Blow.

"Excuse me?" She's looking at me as though she doesn't even recognize me and quite frankly, I don't blame her. I don't even recognize myself.

I'm blinded by jealousy and it fucking hurts. More than she'll ever know.

"You can't just disappear for hours without telling me, without telling anyone for that matter, where you were going!"

Her features soften and she takes a step towards me, "Harry, look-"

"I had to find out from Paul that you jumped on the back of some random guy's bike...who does that kind of shit?! And then you don't answer your phone?! Do you know how fucking worried I've been?! Do you?!"

I hadn't realized that my voice grew louder with every word I spoke until I saw Mia flinch at the volume. I didn't mean to swear at her and I never wanted to shout at her but I just can't...stop.

As the dust settles and I manage to calm my temper a bit, I watch as she inhales deeply. When her eyes meet mine again, I felt a part of me die inside at the dullness in her eyes and the stoic look on her face.

It felt like I was transported back to that day in Syco over 6 months ago when our eyes locked for the first time in 4 years.

"Let me just stop you right there..." she's now right in front of my, poking at my chest for emphasis, her voice cold and serious...void of any of that joy that she first greeted me with a few minutes ago.

Congratulations Harry, you're officially the world's biggest dickhead...

"I understand that you were worried and for that I'm truly sorry. I didn't answer my phone because someone rushed me out of the house this morning and I forgot it in the kitchen"

And cue the facepalm...

"And as for not saying where I was going...I'm almost 20 Harry! For Christ's sake, I don't need to answer to you or anyone for that matter!" she exclaims, "I didn't even know where I was going but I went anyway because I know that I was safe. How could you just assume that I would get on some random guy's motorbike without telling anyone?! Do you even know me at all?!"

It's honestly something that I ask myself every single day.

I still remember the last time she said those exact words to me. Back then, my stubborn mind was still confident that she was hiding her true self from me...that it was all an act to keep me away.

I said to her:

"Because squeaky" I grin using the nickname I knew she hated "she's.not.gone" I tap her nose with each word.

She swats my finger away from her face.

"And how do you know that?"

"I believe that she is not gone. In fact, she's still in there" I point to her heart "and I can prove it" I say confidently.

So in reality, am I the selfish one for not believing her that day? For thinking that I could somehow bring back the person I once knew even when it seems like that person is not who she is anymore? And for not choosing to accept this new side of her even when that's all she's done for me since she got here?

"That's not fair," I shake my head with my eyes downcast, too ashamed to look her in the eyes knowing that everything she's saying is right.

"Oh? So it's wrong of me to assume that you don't know me at all when you've been assuming the worst of me all day?!" She chides at me and then exclaims, "Man up, Harry! Don't dish out what you can't take"

I'm at a loss for words. I can't find anything else to say because I'm afraid that whatever I say will make the situation worse.

"And since you brought it up...you wanna talk about selfish? Let's be real here for a second. Between you and me, who's more selfish?"

"I haven't done anything wrong" I mumbled while shaking my head, trying to convince myself more than Mia.

"Now is not the time to act oblivious, Harry" She spat my exact words back at me.

And yes.

They stung. Like a bee.

"How could you send Mari off to Lily's parents without telling me...without asking me first? Despite knowing how I feel, you decide to just pawn her off on someone else when I was right here! Without proper reasoning might I add" Christ!

I believe I didn't think about that. Not only did I act without thinking but I also betrayed her trust when she opened up to me and told me what she was feeling. The thing that I was trying to get the most these past months.

And all I've done is make it seem as though I didn't listen to her. Like I didn't hear her.

Which is is far cry from the truth.

But I just got so caught up in planning this grand gesture that I didn't think.

And poor munchkin...I treated her like a bloody stone in my shoe. I just got rid of her as though she was nothing but a problem to the equation.

"Mia-"

"No!" I flinched as she yelled at me. I didn't flinch because of the height of her volume but because of how much emotion held in her voice. Hurt. Betrayal. Disappointment. "You knew how I felt about all of this and you still went behind my back and did it anyway. She's my responsibility, Harry. I am the one who's supposed to be taking care of her. I'm the one who gets to call the shots. You can't just make decisions like this without consulting me first."

"I'm sorry" was all I could say. There is no amount of words that could make up for what I did and I just wish I could go back in time.

"You're sorry?! That's it?!" she blew up, her eyes filled with rage and hurt, "I know you're sorry. You're always god damn sorry! How about an explanation for once, huh? How about that. I opened up to you, Harry...do you understand how hard that is for me?" Her words were like knife stabs at my heart every time her voice cracked. This was Mia being raw and while it was something that I've yearned to see, this isn't how I wanted it to go. "But I did and I'm still trying to. Hell, I'm doing it right now! And what did you do? God Harry, sometimes-" Sometimes what? I so desperately wanted to ask. Why didn't she finish? "...you know what? Nevermind." NO!

I knew that I was wrong and I hurt her but she hurt me too, without even knowing it. I tried, I really did but the green monster in my gut was fighting its way out and I couldn't stop it.

"If it made you so uncomfortable, why didn't you say something this morning? You could have said something, anything at all! I wouldn't have done it if you'd said something! Do I look like Edward Cullen? Do I look like I glitter in the sun? Then how the hell was I supposed to know what you were thinking?!"

"Because I didn't think I needed to, you jerk!" she screamed at me, "Are you that dense in the head to not realise that you were doing the same thing I've been carrying around guilt for this whole time?! I know for a fact that you're not so why don't you tell me the real reason why you did it. Or am I just to assume that you did it because she was becoming a problem for you?"

I stayed quiet and let my eyes fall to my feet.

I couldn't tell her the real reason. It would ruin everything. What if I told her and she didn't feel the same way and now things were awkward and I'd eventually end up losing her again.

I can't go through that again. I just can't.

That night in the club doesn't prove anything because we were both heavily intoxicated, she more than me, and the cherry on top, she doesn't even remember. If that's not a sign, then I don't know what is!

I'd rather risk my happiness than to risk everything for nothing.

"I see, " her head nodded in acceptance, "maybe this whole trip was a mistake...I should have just gone home as planned."

I felt like my heart stopped beating in my chest. A mistake?

Why didn't she just slap me instead? That seems a lot less painful than what she just said to me.

She shook her heads disappointingly and turns on her heels, heading for the staircase.

I didn't go after her.

"And to answer you question, " she stopped in her tracks and turned her head slightly to look at me, "I didn't say anything because you seemed so excited this morning that I said I'd bring it up later." She pauses and I wait with bated breath for her next words, the sound of them immediately giving me life, "I did it for you"

I caught up to her in a second flat and my hands wrapped themselves around her arms. A smile came to my face at the many times we argued because I teased her about her much shorter ones. Truth is, I loved that her arms were shorter than mine because then I knew she'd always have no choice to call on me when she couldn't reach something whenever we were together.

Give me a break, ok? I had to shoot my shot whenever I could because with Mia, my chances were always limited.

It was like she could smell it coming from a mile away.

She slowly guided her hypnotizing light brown eyes to look into mine. I couldn't look away. She captivated every part of me and the thing I wanted to do the most was one that I was sure I would regret tomorrow.

For sure I'd get that slap I was just talking about.

The tension between us grew with every passing second and I just knew that she could feel it too because she dropped her gaze and started to wiggle her arms so that I'd let her go.

Maybe I should. Why was I doing this to myself again?

We all know how that ended the last time.

"Let me go, Harry" Her eyes instantly looked bigger and sparkled under the light as she looked into my eyes again and bit her lip, "Please"

Let her go.

I should.

So let her go.

I should, shouldn't I?

Yes, you should.

But I don't want to. I might never get the chance again.

Who cares what you think, you wanker! Think about Mia. The poor girl just wants to go home after dealing with your jackass self.

Why am I even listening to you?

Jeez! I'm arguing with myself now.

Do you hear that?

It's the sound of the nearest mental institution planning to book me.

Having made up my mind, I slowly, very slowly, started to release my grip on her arms...one finger at a time. I watched her every move as I worked on releasing her. She took a quick subtle glance at my face, straight down to my lips and I caught the look in her eyes as she did. It was small and subtle as she was obviously trying not to get caught.

But I caught it.

Fuck it.

My arms tightened around hers again and pulled her closer to me, ignoring her surprised expression as I said, "Mia...please don't hate me"

Before she had time to respond, far less react, hell before I could even register what I was doing, I step forward, leaving a few small inches between us.

My eyes held hers like a prison and as soon as she exhaled on to my lips, I knew I couldn't control myself any longer. My lips crashed onto her soft ones and instantly I felt fireworks erupt in my stomach. It was like I was transported back to the night in the club.

The night she forgot.

The sparks crinkling against my lips as I press slightly harder had me feeling giddy all of a sudden. It's not all that passionate, just mine on hers and I'll stand by my statement from since that night.

It's the most I've felt with anyone...ever.

Something about this is just right. I'm convinced that this was meant to be.

If only I could convince Mia of that myself seeing as she's just been frozen on the spot in shock.

I shouldn't have done that. Jeez man, Harry, where's your self control?

Clearly out the window.

I don't deepen the kiss further before pulling back, not wanting to make things worse for myself.

"Mia-I'm sorry. So so sorry. I don't know what happened-why I did that...I just-" I start to back away from her as I panic but I don't get the chance as a pair of hands appear at the back of my neck pulling me closer until our foreheads touched.

Anyone else having deja vu right now? It's so strange yet I'm not complaining.

It was now my turn to stand in shock as a gasp escapes my mouth when she presses her lips against mine without warning, only this time there was more passion and my eyes closed at the blissful feeling. The kiss started out slow but grew with need every second. Her arms that were wrapped around my neck pulled me closer to her as she ran her fingers through my hair. I kiss back with as much intensity with electricity soring through my veins, igniting every cell with an undefeatable fire that cannot be extinguished. My hand moved to cup her cheek while the other caressed her neck, relishing the feel of her skin then moved to her waist and squeeze the fabric of her light blue jeans and the skin beneath it.

By the way her nails claw at my back and rummaged through my hair, I could tell that she was craving me just much as I was her.

I couldn't help but smile into the kiss, now that all previous doubts were gone.

She was kissing me back!

My whole body is shaking, filled with adrenaline, and I can't help but lick her upper lip with my tongue, asking for entrance.

Hey! self control might be out the window but I was still a gentleman.

Welcomingly, she opens her mouth and allows my tongue its longing desire. Once our tongues meet, the fireworks that erupted in me earlier returned with full force, causing me to let out a deep moan from deep in my throat.

This is heaven.

It's still unbelievable to me this is happening right now. I must be dreaming; this can't be real.

But it is!

I feel her lips spread into a smirk against me and something inside me comes alive at that.

You like that sound, don't you Mia? Good to know.

The sound of a loud 'ding' echoed through the hallway and we rip our lips away from each other.

Our chests heaved up and down as we let out heavy breaths, stood staring at each other. Not a word being spoken. The 'ding' sound appears again and Mia looks at me expectantly making me realise that it was my phone on the table not far from us. I unwillingly pull away from her, instantly missing the feeling and walked towards it. Not before taking one long look at her as I found her still staring in my direction with her long curls a little disheveled and the plush pink lips that I've come to love, swollen.

I grinned mischievously to myself. Yeah, I did that.

I picked up the phone and the screen flashed with two text messages that right now didn't seem important.

I'll text her back later.

I placed the phone back down and spun around to where I left the beauty occupying all of my mental capacity at the moment. But the spot was empty. She was gone.

Where did she go?