Finding love from a broken heart

Keilas POV:

"Wow" I breathed. As I walked over towards the side of the building, the city of New York came into view. I could now see why it was named the city that never sleeps. I could see all the lights of the buildings, the movement of the cars, the outlines of people walking through the city. But as I shifted my gaze just a few stories up, it all seemed to freeze. I could still see the hustle and bustle of the city below, but above it was a place of serenity. The sky was dark, the stars were bright, and the moon was full…

"Beautiful isn't it?" A voice spoke from behind me

I turned to see Harry leaning against the door, admiring the city as well.

"Absolutely breath taking" I replied turning back around, leaning onto the edge to look over.

"The roof is my favorite place to come at night" he said as he walked over to join me at the edge.

"Why's that?"

And as he spoke, I looked at him. His eyes, his nose, his lips. I was surprised by how mesmerizing the movement of his face was. And the way he talked, it wasn't what I was expecting from a 20 year old superstar that was dubbed as a player.

"Because being all the way up here, It makes me feel like time stopped, and i'm in that place between life and death. Where nobody is watching me and I'm free to be and think like how I actually am. And not have to take into consideration what everyone else wants me to say or be. It’s like my own personal safe haven"

His facial expression changed the instant his words left his mouth. His eyebrows scrunched together and his eyes widened.

"Thats beautiful…"

10 seconds passed

"Umm Harry?"

No answer

"Harry, are you okay?"

Harry’s POV:

Where the fuck did that come from? I haven't told a single soul that before, and now I choose to tell an almost complete stranger about it?! Goddamnit Styles get your shit together.

Just as I was trying to calm my heart, I felt a hand touch my own.

Knowing it was Keila, I turned my head to look at her and our eyes locked…again.

That feeling. I feel it every time I look into her uniquely stunning charcoal eye.

If it wasn't clear before, it was definitely clear now. There's something special, different but special, about this girl and I was determined to figure out what it was about her that made her so alluring to me.

Keilas POV:

My breath hitched in my throat as my eyes met a pair of gorgeous emerald eyes.

Remembering that I had been the one to ask the questions, I repeated it fully knowing it had lost all importance.

"Are you okay, Harry?

He paused, but keeping eye contact he whispered "It's just…so easy to talk to you…" trailing off towards the end.

As I stared into his eyes, I could feel so many emotions starting to form. Fear and Happiness were the two strongest. Both started coursing through my body, and I knew if I let it continue fear would win. Determined to let go of my stresses for a while I willed myself to ignore the fear, at least temporarily, and let happiness take over.

A small smile pulled at the corner of my lips and I instinctively broke our staring contest and smiled at the ground.

"Why do you do that?" he asked with just the smallest smirk on his face.

"Do what?" I responded, clearly missing something.

"You just….nothing, never mind" he chucked

We both looked out over the city again and enjoyed the fantastic view. 10 minutes passed and neither one of us has spoken a word. It wasn't the awkward though, we were both appreciating the silence and how comfortable we were just being in each others presence.

Damn…this really wasn't how I imagined Harry Styles to be. I mean I had hoped and imagined him being a genuinely nice person that I could connect to and possible have a friendship with, but I tend to amplify the good I always see in people and give them the benefit of the doubt with I really shouldn't. I mean he was publicly known as the young player who basically hopped from woman to woman. But as of right now I don't see how the person I'm spending time with could possibly be the man in the magazines.

Harry was first to break the silence.

"Can I have this dance?" he asked playfully while offering his hand to me.

I laughed. "But there's no music!"

"I would assume an amazing dancer like yourself wouldn't need music." he said with the famous Harry Styles grin plastered across his lips.

I took his hand, still laughing and he lead me to the middle of the roof.

"How would you know, Styles? You've never seen me dance before." I say tauntingly with a small smirk playing on my mouth.

Then suddenly he pulled me close to his chest, eyes never leaving mine. The entire atmosphere changed, the once flirty playful mood became more serious and genuine within seconds.

"Then how about we change that" he spoke barely audible.

I gave him a small smile before tilting my head so my right temple was pressed against his jaw line.

After a few moments of just swaying in the silence, I heard a quiet noise becoming louder. Harry was singing…

"Truly, madly, deeply, I am
Foolishly, completely falling
And somehow you kicked all my walls in
So baby, say you'll always keep me…"

I lifted my head up to look into his eyes as he sang and without even think first I finished the verse with him.

"…Truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you
In love with you"

Realizing what I had just done, I laughed awkwardly and looked away again.

What the hell, Keila! You don't even sing in front of Kelsey, and of course you would choose now of all moment to sing. In front of a professional musician! Not just any musician, but god damn Harry Styles?! Now he probably thinks you're terrible and-

A voice cut off my internal scolding.

"You’re pretty amazing, you know that?"

I didn't respond, I just smiled and looked at him again.

We shared a moment that lasted for what seemed like an eternity. Then his gaze shifted down to my lips and back up to my eyes.

Fuck.

He started to lean in, all the while my brain was going a mile a second.

Holy shit, what do I do?! I want to kiss him, but he's Harry fucking Styles and I'm just me. He's dangerous for me! What if I fall for him and he just leaves? He could have any girl in the world, there's no way he'd stay with me. I don't think I could handle anymore heartbreak. What if this isn't even a big deal to him? What if i'm the only one feeling all these fucking feelings and he just thinks its fun?

I'm caught between my mind and my heart, my fears and my wants. I start panicking wishing everything would just pause for a few minutes so I could collect my thoughts.

And then, just like that…

Harry froze.

"What the fuck?"

My eyes widened, and my heart stopped.

"Shit."

I backed away a few feet, trying to breathe. While starring at a still frozen Harry, I swiftly pulled out my phone and texted Kelsey.

Roof now. Hurry. Be discrete.

~Keila

Notes

Hope you like it! <3

~HRG