Flashes in Time
Chapter Eighteen
“Mirabelle, let me take you on a date.”
Mirabelle’s heart froze stopped beating at the words. She became lightheaded, feeling sick. She gulped, cringing when a sharp wind pushed past them. She blinked several times wondering if she was only imaging this. Imagining the kisses and Harry’s question. But when she opened her eyes, she wasn’t. He was still there, waiting for an answer.
“I-I can’t.” she coughed, shaking her head.
Harry frowned instantly, cupping her face in his hands.
“You’re scared.” He said. “Something is holding you back.”
“I-It’s not that-“
“Tell me, love.” He whispered, rubbing her shoulders.
Mirabelle knew Harry was famous. She knew he could have any other girl in the world. Mirabelle also had not forgotten about the possibility of her being a killer. She was dangerous, and different. Different, not in a good way. Her eyes were abnormal, and she was not skinny. She wasn’t the nicest person and had a short temper. What Harry needed was girl who could love him and agree with him, give him what he needed and make him happy.
All Mirabelle had done was give him more work. More to take care of, more to handle. She had to admit, she had been a handful towards him. She gave him a hard time and was awfully bipolar to him. She almost felt guilty for making him feel the way he did about her.
“I know you’re going through all the reasons in your head,” Harry chuckled, startling Mirabelle. “So just tell me.”
“I can’t.”
Mirabelle got off of Harry and brushing down her shirt, her lips trembling. Harry began to get up, and was about the grab her hand when she darted off, leaving him outside and alone.
Mirabelle was so hard to fathom, so hard to understand. She was indeed bipolar, and drove Harry crazy. But that was just it. No girl had been able to drive Harry crazy as much as Mirabelle had. No girl had been able to make Harry so pissed, yet so undeniably happy all at the same time. She was a witty girl, but she was strong hearted. She didn’t let people mess with her, and she didn’t understand how attractive she was.
Harry got mad as he remembering going shopping with Mirabelle. How groups and guys would stare at her and whisper among themselves, shooting Mirabelle’s dirty grins. She was so sexy and irresistible, and her not knowing it made her even better.
There was no way Harry would take no for an answer.
The next night, Harry phoned Louis, who picked up on the first ring.
“Hello?”
“Louis, it’s Harry.”
“Unless the caller I.D. works like shit, yeah, you are Harry.” Louis snorted. “What’s up?”
“I need help.”
“Oh. I think we all know that, mate.”
“Wait. You know I asked Mirabelle out?”
“Wait what?” Louis shrieked. Harry held the phone away from his ear, saving himself a chance of becoming deaf.
“Yes, I did. She turned me down.”
“Rejection sucks, doesn’t it?” Louis sighed. “Well, why did you call?”
“Louis, I’m crazy about her. I’ve literally known her for a month, and I can’t think of my life without her. I’d be sitting alone of the sofa, eating crap and not giving a fuck in the world. But once Mirabelle walked into my life, I never caught myself in that position again. She’s just so beautiful and crazy and so irritating, it’s hot. I just need to get her. I need her to be mine.”
“Someone’s in love.”
“No, it’s not love. I just haven’t felt this way about someone in a long time.”
“Well, does she feel the same way about you?”
“Yes, I’m sure. We talked about it. She told me she gets these feeling around me that make her frightened and happy at the same time. It was a long conversation and then it led to a quite steamy make-“
“You two made out?” Louis gasped, surprised once again.
Harry blushed as he sat on his bed, wanting to feel Mirabelle’s lips on his again. “Yep.”
“Well, this is exciting,” Louis laughed. “Why did she say no if she likes you?”
“That’s just it, Louis,” I groaned. “I have no clue.”
“Sounds like shes a confusing bird.”
“She is a confusing bird.”
“So what are you going to do about it?” Louis asked. “You just gonna sit and vent to me like a pussy or do something about it?”
“I don’t know, mate.” Harry snorted. “That may be why I called you.”
“I think you should demand a date. Not in an intimidating way, but just let her know that you won’t take no for an answer. I suggest you do something small, like a date in the house. Set up forts or something and just talk. No television, no phones. Just a night for the two of you. It’ll work out, trust me. Mirabelle seems like the kind of girl who would like anything that has a lot of thought put into it. Even though she may seem reculant at first, she’ll warm up to it.”
“Sounds great, Lou.” I sighed with relief. “Thanks for everything.”
“You’d be a goner without me.” Louis laughed lightly at his joke.
“I sure would,” Harry grinned, knowing this was true. “I think-“
Harry was interrupted by a scream coming from another room. Mirabelle.
“Mate, something’s wrong.” Harry said in a rush. “Gotta go.”
Harry dropped his phone on his bed and rushed out of his bedroom, nearly tripping as he ran down the hall towards Mirabelle’s room. He burst through the door, his heart swelling when he saw Mirabelle thrashing around on her bed, yelling countless things. She looked like she was in pain. He went to her side and leaned over her, stroking her soft hair as he tried to wake her up.
“S-stop…” Mirabelle whimpered in her sleep. “I-I can’t.”
“Bella,” Harry said softly, squeezing her hand. “You need to wake up.”
“Stop it!” she yelled suddenly, still asleep. Harry jumped, startled. “ Stop! Stop! Please! I- I-“
“Mirabelle!”
“No! J-Jus- Stop!” Mirabelle continued to yell, tears streaming down her face as she went through her nightmare.
Or flashback.
“Mirabelle, you need to wake up!” Harry yelled shaking her.
“No, please, no.” Mirabelle whimpered. “Please.”
Her eyes shot open. She was panting rapidly, crying, lips chattering. When she saw Harry bent over her, she broke down completely, pulling him down. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him so tightly, he thought he might choke. He put his hands on her shoulders and pulled away, looking straight into her eyes. She looked away.
“The green eyes.” She whispered. “They scare me.”
Harry felt a burning feeling in his throat, when he realized his eyes reminded Mirabelle of whatever had made her cry and scream while she dreamed. He felt so terrible, yet there was nothing he could do about it.
“I won’t sleep ever again.” Mirabelle whispered, teeth chattering.
“What did you dream about?”
Mirabelle closed her eyes, not wanting to think about it. About how he had hurt her. How he had hit her and made her cry. How he had threatened her and made her feel like nothing. How he had made her want to kill herself.
“You’re going to have to tell me someday.” Harry said softly, sitting down on the bed. “I need to know.”
“Why does this happen to me?” Mirabelle whispered, her colorful eyes gleaming bright. “Does this happen to you as well?”
“No, it doesn’t.” Harry admitted. Mirabelle’s face darkened. She rubbed her eyes, pulling her knees to her chest. Again, she began to cry.
“Please don’t.” Harry begged. He hated to see her cry. “Please.”
When Mirabelle didn’t react, he pulled her hands away from her face and leaned towards her, tilting her chin up so their eyes met.
“Mirabelle, I don’t know what this is, what’s happening to you. I don’t know why you have to deal with anything that makes you cry. But I do know that you need to stay strong. I’m here for you. I will help you get through this.”
“But I-“
Harry cut her off, pressing his lips to hers. Mirabelle froze, but the responded with a kiss back. Harry’s lips massaged Mirabelle’s, calming her down. She fisted his hair, pulling him into her in one motion. Harry let out a moan, running his longer fingers through Mirabelle’s hair that he loved. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, asking for entrance. Mirabelle granted it immediately. Their tongues fought for dominance, and slowly, Harry climbed on top of Mirabelle, propping himself up with his elbows. Mirabelle whimpered softly when Harry kissed down her jawline, moving towards her neck. Harry was surprised when Mirabelle squirmed feeling for his face and bring his lips back to her lips, away from her neck. Harry kissed Mirabelle as passionately as he could; trying to make her forget about whatever had hurt her. Their lips moved together in perfect sync, and neither one of them wanted to pull away. Harry could feel the fast beat of Mirabelle’s heart, with their bodies pressed so close together.
He couldn’t believe he made her heart race.
“You’re going on a date with me.” He panted, pulling away.
“No-“
Harry kissed Mirabelle again to stop her from talking.
:You may not like the idea of it, but I promise you, you won’t regret it.” Harry said.
“But-“
Harry smashed his lips against Mirabelle’s again, and they continued to share a steamy kiss until the sound or a doorbell ringing interrupted them.
Harry frowned. “I wonder who that could be.”
He smiled down at Mirabelle and kissed her lips once more before getting up. He shuffled down the stairs and to the front door, looking through the peephole to see who was at his doorstep.
Louis?
Harry unlocked the door quickly, staring at Louis with a confused expression.
“Hell, are you okay?” Louis asked, stepping inside. Harry closed the door and continued to stare at Harry.
“Uh, yes… Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Well you hung up in such a rush and I heard screaming. I came as quickly as I could. I thought something had happened.”
Harry smiled, glad that his friend cared and was at his side even when he didn’t necessarily need it. Suddenly, Louis snorted.
“You have sex hair.” Louis grinned.
“I do not!” Harry denied, looking at his reflection in a large fancy mirror in the entry way. He blushed when he realized Louis was right.
“So what were you doing just now?” Louis smirked, leaning against the stairway bars.
“I uh…”
“Did you get Mirabelle to change her mind?” Louis teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
“No, mate! You’re disgusting.” Harry groaned, shoving Louis’s chest lightly. Louis laughed, looking around.
“So where is Mirabelle?”
“Right here, Sassypants.”
“Oh, well hello, Bellanora.” Louis snorted, turning to the top of the stairs, where Mirabelle stood in her pajamas. Harry smiled. She looked so beautiful.
“Why are you here?” Mirabelle laughed, coming down the stairs. Like an angel from heaven.
“I thought there was something wrong,” Louis explained. Harry’s eyes widened and he tried to motion to Louis to stop talking. Louis didn’t notice. “I was talking to Harry and suddenly I hear screaming. He hung up and I came over to make sure he was alright.”
Mirabelle’s face was white. She froze on the last stairway, and her lips began to tremble again.
“Mirabelle,” Harry cooed softly, glaring at Louis as he walk past him towards Mirabelle.
“I forgot,” she whimpered. “For a moment there, I forgot what I dreamed of.”
“I know you did.” Harry sighed, wrapping his arms around her. When Mirabelle stopped shaking, Harry pulled away, turning to a very confused Louis.
“Everything alright?” Louis asked Mirabelle, suddenly soft-spoken.
Mirabelle nodded.
There was an eerie silence, Louis glancing back and forth between Mirabelle and Harry. Finally Harry spoke up.
“Well, since you’re already here, maybe you’d like to stay for the night?”
Louis grinned.
“Let’s get this party started.”
Mirabelle’s heart froze stopped beating at the words. She became lightheaded, feeling sick. She gulped, cringing when a sharp wind pushed past them. She blinked several times wondering if she was only imaging this. Imagining the kisses and Harry’s question. But when she opened her eyes, she wasn’t. He was still there, waiting for an answer.
“I-I can’t.” she coughed, shaking her head.
Harry frowned instantly, cupping her face in his hands.
“You’re scared.” He said. “Something is holding you back.”
“I-It’s not that-“
“Tell me, love.” He whispered, rubbing her shoulders.
Mirabelle knew Harry was famous. She knew he could have any other girl in the world. Mirabelle also had not forgotten about the possibility of her being a killer. She was dangerous, and different. Different, not in a good way. Her eyes were abnormal, and she was not skinny. She wasn’t the nicest person and had a short temper. What Harry needed was girl who could love him and agree with him, give him what he needed and make him happy.
All Mirabelle had done was give him more work. More to take care of, more to handle. She had to admit, she had been a handful towards him. She gave him a hard time and was awfully bipolar to him. She almost felt guilty for making him feel the way he did about her.
“I know you’re going through all the reasons in your head,” Harry chuckled, startling Mirabelle. “So just tell me.”
“I can’t.”
Mirabelle got off of Harry and brushing down her shirt, her lips trembling. Harry began to get up, and was about the grab her hand when she darted off, leaving him outside and alone.
Mirabelle was so hard to fathom, so hard to understand. She was indeed bipolar, and drove Harry crazy. But that was just it. No girl had been able to drive Harry crazy as much as Mirabelle had. No girl had been able to make Harry so pissed, yet so undeniably happy all at the same time. She was a witty girl, but she was strong hearted. She didn’t let people mess with her, and she didn’t understand how attractive she was.
Harry got mad as he remembering going shopping with Mirabelle. How groups and guys would stare at her and whisper among themselves, shooting Mirabelle’s dirty grins. She was so sexy and irresistible, and her not knowing it made her even better.
There was no way Harry would take no for an answer.
The next night, Harry phoned Louis, who picked up on the first ring.
“Hello?”
“Louis, it’s Harry.”
“Unless the caller I.D. works like shit, yeah, you are Harry.” Louis snorted. “What’s up?”
“I need help.”
“Oh. I think we all know that, mate.”
“Wait. You know I asked Mirabelle out?”
“Wait what?” Louis shrieked. Harry held the phone away from his ear, saving himself a chance of becoming deaf.
“Yes, I did. She turned me down.”
“Rejection sucks, doesn’t it?” Louis sighed. “Well, why did you call?”
“Louis, I’m crazy about her. I’ve literally known her for a month, and I can’t think of my life without her. I’d be sitting alone of the sofa, eating crap and not giving a fuck in the world. But once Mirabelle walked into my life, I never caught myself in that position again. She’s just so beautiful and crazy and so irritating, it’s hot. I just need to get her. I need her to be mine.”
“Someone’s in love.”
“No, it’s not love. I just haven’t felt this way about someone in a long time.”
“Well, does she feel the same way about you?”
“Yes, I’m sure. We talked about it. She told me she gets these feeling around me that make her frightened and happy at the same time. It was a long conversation and then it led to a quite steamy make-“
“You two made out?” Louis gasped, surprised once again.
Harry blushed as he sat on his bed, wanting to feel Mirabelle’s lips on his again. “Yep.”
“Well, this is exciting,” Louis laughed. “Why did she say no if she likes you?”
“That’s just it, Louis,” I groaned. “I have no clue.”
“Sounds like shes a confusing bird.”
“She is a confusing bird.”
“So what are you going to do about it?” Louis asked. “You just gonna sit and vent to me like a pussy or do something about it?”
“I don’t know, mate.” Harry snorted. “That may be why I called you.”
“I think you should demand a date. Not in an intimidating way, but just let her know that you won’t take no for an answer. I suggest you do something small, like a date in the house. Set up forts or something and just talk. No television, no phones. Just a night for the two of you. It’ll work out, trust me. Mirabelle seems like the kind of girl who would like anything that has a lot of thought put into it. Even though she may seem reculant at first, she’ll warm up to it.”
“Sounds great, Lou.” I sighed with relief. “Thanks for everything.”
“You’d be a goner without me.” Louis laughed lightly at his joke.
“I sure would,” Harry grinned, knowing this was true. “I think-“
Harry was interrupted by a scream coming from another room. Mirabelle.
“Mate, something’s wrong.” Harry said in a rush. “Gotta go.”
Harry dropped his phone on his bed and rushed out of his bedroom, nearly tripping as he ran down the hall towards Mirabelle’s room. He burst through the door, his heart swelling when he saw Mirabelle thrashing around on her bed, yelling countless things. She looked like she was in pain. He went to her side and leaned over her, stroking her soft hair as he tried to wake her up.
“S-stop…” Mirabelle whimpered in her sleep. “I-I can’t.”
“Bella,” Harry said softly, squeezing her hand. “You need to wake up.”
“Stop it!” she yelled suddenly, still asleep. Harry jumped, startled. “ Stop! Stop! Please! I- I-“
“Mirabelle!”
“No! J-Jus- Stop!” Mirabelle continued to yell, tears streaming down her face as she went through her nightmare.
Or flashback.
“Mirabelle, you need to wake up!” Harry yelled shaking her.
“No, please, no.” Mirabelle whimpered. “Please.”
Her eyes shot open. She was panting rapidly, crying, lips chattering. When she saw Harry bent over her, she broke down completely, pulling him down. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him so tightly, he thought he might choke. He put his hands on her shoulders and pulled away, looking straight into her eyes. She looked away.
“The green eyes.” She whispered. “They scare me.”
Harry felt a burning feeling in his throat, when he realized his eyes reminded Mirabelle of whatever had made her cry and scream while she dreamed. He felt so terrible, yet there was nothing he could do about it.
“I won’t sleep ever again.” Mirabelle whispered, teeth chattering.
“What did you dream about?”
Mirabelle closed her eyes, not wanting to think about it. About how he had hurt her. How he had hit her and made her cry. How he had threatened her and made her feel like nothing. How he had made her want to kill herself.
“You’re going to have to tell me someday.” Harry said softly, sitting down on the bed. “I need to know.”
“Why does this happen to me?” Mirabelle whispered, her colorful eyes gleaming bright. “Does this happen to you as well?”
“No, it doesn’t.” Harry admitted. Mirabelle’s face darkened. She rubbed her eyes, pulling her knees to her chest. Again, she began to cry.
“Please don’t.” Harry begged. He hated to see her cry. “Please.”
When Mirabelle didn’t react, he pulled her hands away from her face and leaned towards her, tilting her chin up so their eyes met.
“Mirabelle, I don’t know what this is, what’s happening to you. I don’t know why you have to deal with anything that makes you cry. But I do know that you need to stay strong. I’m here for you. I will help you get through this.”
“But I-“
Harry cut her off, pressing his lips to hers. Mirabelle froze, but the responded with a kiss back. Harry’s lips massaged Mirabelle’s, calming her down. She fisted his hair, pulling him into her in one motion. Harry let out a moan, running his longer fingers through Mirabelle’s hair that he loved. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, asking for entrance. Mirabelle granted it immediately. Their tongues fought for dominance, and slowly, Harry climbed on top of Mirabelle, propping himself up with his elbows. Mirabelle whimpered softly when Harry kissed down her jawline, moving towards her neck. Harry was surprised when Mirabelle squirmed feeling for his face and bring his lips back to her lips, away from her neck. Harry kissed Mirabelle as passionately as he could; trying to make her forget about whatever had hurt her. Their lips moved together in perfect sync, and neither one of them wanted to pull away. Harry could feel the fast beat of Mirabelle’s heart, with their bodies pressed so close together.
He couldn’t believe he made her heart race.
“You’re going on a date with me.” He panted, pulling away.
“No-“
Harry kissed Mirabelle again to stop her from talking.
:You may not like the idea of it, but I promise you, you won’t regret it.” Harry said.
“But-“
Harry smashed his lips against Mirabelle’s again, and they continued to share a steamy kiss until the sound or a doorbell ringing interrupted them.
Harry frowned. “I wonder who that could be.”
He smiled down at Mirabelle and kissed her lips once more before getting up. He shuffled down the stairs and to the front door, looking through the peephole to see who was at his doorstep.
Louis?
Harry unlocked the door quickly, staring at Louis with a confused expression.
“Hell, are you okay?” Louis asked, stepping inside. Harry closed the door and continued to stare at Harry.
“Uh, yes… Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Well you hung up in such a rush and I heard screaming. I came as quickly as I could. I thought something had happened.”
Harry smiled, glad that his friend cared and was at his side even when he didn’t necessarily need it. Suddenly, Louis snorted.
“You have sex hair.” Louis grinned.
“I do not!” Harry denied, looking at his reflection in a large fancy mirror in the entry way. He blushed when he realized Louis was right.
“So what were you doing just now?” Louis smirked, leaning against the stairway bars.
“I uh…”
“Did you get Mirabelle to change her mind?” Louis teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
“No, mate! You’re disgusting.” Harry groaned, shoving Louis’s chest lightly. Louis laughed, looking around.
“So where is Mirabelle?”
“Right here, Sassypants.”
“Oh, well hello, Bellanora.” Louis snorted, turning to the top of the stairs, where Mirabelle stood in her pajamas. Harry smiled. She looked so beautiful.
“Why are you here?” Mirabelle laughed, coming down the stairs. Like an angel from heaven.
“I thought there was something wrong,” Louis explained. Harry’s eyes widened and he tried to motion to Louis to stop talking. Louis didn’t notice. “I was talking to Harry and suddenly I hear screaming. He hung up and I came over to make sure he was alright.”
Mirabelle’s face was white. She froze on the last stairway, and her lips began to tremble again.
“Mirabelle,” Harry cooed softly, glaring at Louis as he walk past him towards Mirabelle.
“I forgot,” she whimpered. “For a moment there, I forgot what I dreamed of.”
“I know you did.” Harry sighed, wrapping his arms around her. When Mirabelle stopped shaking, Harry pulled away, turning to a very confused Louis.
“Everything alright?” Louis asked Mirabelle, suddenly soft-spoken.
Mirabelle nodded.
There was an eerie silence, Louis glancing back and forth between Mirabelle and Harry. Finally Harry spoke up.
“Well, since you’re already here, maybe you’d like to stay for the night?”
Louis grinned.
“Let’s get this party started.”
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