Always
Rehearsals: Week 2 – Part 1
Kaylie’s POV
Tuesday, 27th September
I arrived earlier at the studios today so I could have that important conversation with Harry. I only had morning classes at school today so I had gone home to get changed before coming to the studios. I did the usual routine was saying hello to Stacey and walking down the corridors until I got to the main auditorium. But I found that it was empty. No cameras or crew. And no Harry. Where is everyone? It was too quiet and it made me feel uneasy. I pulled my phone out of my bag and texted my mentor.
To Harry: Where are you?
I hit Send and flipped my phone in my hands. As I waited for him to reply, I noticed my green shirt was untucked from my skirt. I cursed underneath my breath and tucked the fabric into my leather skirt, keeping it nice and even. (http://www.polyvore.com/kaylie_rehearsals_week_part/set?id=208248404) My phone buzzed and I saw there was a text from Harry.
From Harry: I’m in my dressing room. You at the stage?
To Harry: Yes, I am.
From Harry: Stay where you are – I’ll come and get you x
To Harry: OK x
I stood there quietly next to the stage, looking completely out of place. I pondered about the conversation Harry and I were going to have. We really did have to keep our flirty side off the radar and act professional. But how can I when he looks so fucking hot all the time? He was one of those people you couldn’t take your hands off of. I wanted to touch him, feel his lips on mine, feel his curls fall through my fingers, have his deep silky voice reverberate in my ear as he called me “angel”. I pulled on my bottom lip with my fingers as I remembered the pressure of Harry’s mouth on it, gently seducing me with his tongue. Never did I think that a guy like him would want to kiss a girl like me in that way. So passionate and lovely, it was amazing.
“What are you thinking about, angel?”
I jumped at the sound of his voice and turned around to see him smiling at me. As always, he looked gorgeous, clothed in those black skinny jeans and a white dress shirt with the sleeves loosely rolled up over his forearms, showing off his tattoos. I pushed my hand against his chest and he chuckled.
“You scared the hell out of me, Harry!”
“I apologise, angel. And you still haven’t answered my question.” He said. I blushed and adjusted the shoulder strap of my bag. I stared up at him nervously and blinked, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks quickly. This was the way Harry made me feel. I blushed at almost everything he said. Just the sound of his voice made my face flush.
“Uh…I was thinking about…you.” I choked out and that made me blush even more because I had stumbled on my words. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at him. My heart started to beat faster when I felt his fingers close around my wrist gently. I knew he was smiling right now; I could sense it.
“Let’s go, Kaylie.” Harry whispered and I raised my eyes to his. He looked…happy. His sparkling green eyes made my stomach flip and his lips looked so soft, just ready to be kissed. With his fingers still around my wrist, we walked into the corridor together. My fingers trembled as he moved his down to brush mine. I looked over my shoulder to make sure that no-one was around. If someone caught us even just holding hands…I was worried they would think we were together. I didn’t even know if we were together. Are Harry and I even a couple? That was a question I needed to ask Harry. But again, I was nervous to throw that question at him. What if he doesn’t have an answer?
My anxiety increased when we reached his dressing room. Harry opened the door and I followed him inside, closing the door behind me and placing my handbag on the floor. As soon as the lock clicked, his hands were holding my face and his lips were on mine. I locked my arms around his neck and welcomed his kiss with a low sigh. He had me enraptured with his taste and with his touch. He made me feel good. He made me feel wanted. His arms went down to go around my waist, holding me against his chest as I ran my fingertip along his cheekbone, my other hand massaging his long curls. Harry growled and kissed me harder, more roughly. I gasped when our lips parted just for a brief second before his mouth wrapped around mine again. I knew he wanted more but we didn’t come into his dressing room to make out. We came into his dressing room to talk.
“Harry…” I whispered, breaking the kiss, throwing my head back. That was a mistake. My mentor took full advantage and swept my hair off my shoulder, his lips making a smooth trail of butterfly kisses along my neck. Oh…wow…sweet Jesus…! I never realised that spot was so sensitive. My heart jumped as he peppered kisses over my neck. I loved it. So much. But I needed him to stop. I grabbed his arm with one hand and placed my other hand on his chest.
“Harry…we need to talk…please.”
His lips were gone from my neck and he pulled back, his arms still around my waist. I looked up at him ruefully and pressed both of my hands to his chest, playing with the buttons of his dress shirt. His swallow tattoos peeked through the fabric and I could see the top of his butterfly tattoo, the ink dark against his light skin. I sighed as my arms slid around his waist and I rested my head on his chest, hearing his heart pound beneath my ear. I closed my eyes, letting my heart beat at the same speed, in sync with his. Harry’s arms circled my shoulders and his lips kissed the top of my head.
“What are we doing?” I mumbled into his chest.
“We’re hugging. We’re kissing.” I heard Harry say.
“No, I mean, what are we doing, Harry?” I asked, looking up at him. I could feel the tears coming. They were on their way and I couldn’t stop them.
“You’re my mentor. I’m your contestant. You’re Harry Styles, a global superstar. I’m just Kaylie, an ordinary girl. This can only end badly.” I said tearfully.
“Angel…” He rubbed away a tear that had rolled down my cheek. My emotions got worse and more tears glistened in my eyes, barely clinging to my eyelashes.
“Even you just calling me “angel”, it scares me.”
“How does it scare you?” He asked.
“Because no guy has called me such a sweet name ever. No guy has ever made me feel this way before. It feels so right but so wrong at the same time. What if we get caught? I’ll get kicked off the show. You’ll be exploited. I can’t let that happen to you. Not you, Harry.” My voice dissolved into tears and I sobbed into his chest. Harry held me tight against his body and ran his hand through my hair soothingly, kissing my head. I lived for moments like this with Harry. Just being in his arms. He was too good to be true and I didn’t deserve to be the subject of his affection. I couldn’t let his beautiful image be tarnished because of me. He’d already been given the reputation of being a flirt, a player, a bad boy. I didn’t want it to get any worse. He didn’t deserve it.
Still holding me to his chest, Harry guided me to the couch and we sat down. I held onto him for dear life, afraid of what lay ahead of us. I didn’t even know if there was an “us”. I sniffled and wiped my nose with the back of my hand. His fingers stroked my cheeks, wiping away the tears that had fallen. I kissed his palm as his fingers curled around the back of my neck.
“I don’t deserve this, Harry.”
“What are you talking about, angel? You deserve all of this. You belong on the stage. I know it.” My mentor said softly, resting his left palm on my cheek. I stared at him with shining eyes and shook my head.
“I don’t deserve you, Harry. Your affection, your belief in me, your hugs, your kisses…What have I done to have such a wonderful man like you walk into my life?” I lowered my eyes to his chest and placed my hand over his heart. He’s too good for me. I told myself. Harry cupped my face in his hands and told me to look at him. I got lost in the beauty of his face and the way he was looking at me. His gentle expression, his warm green eyes, his soft pink lips. He was perfect.
“All you did was be yourself. Your lovely, kind, sweet and beautiful self. You’re so genuine and that’s what drew me to you. Please don’t ever think you don’t deserve anything. You do deserve me. OK, Kaylie? You deserve my affection, my belief in you, my hugs and my kisses. That’s all for you because I want to give it to you. And you know why?”
Harry’s words shook my heart to its core. I couldn’t look away from him now as I blinked away tears to clear my vision. I wrapped my fingers around his wrists and slowly shook my head again. Harry leaned in closer and pressed his forehead to mine.
“Because I am falling for you.”
My lips parted in utter shock. What…?! I believed I was in a dream right now. This couldn’t be real. How could Harry Styles be falling for me? The grip of my fingers tightened around his wrists as I choked out another sob, a couple of tears pouring down my cheeks. But they weren’t sad tears this time. They were happy tears. My world turned upside down, my heart blooming with a happiness that I had never felt.
“Really?” I smiled. Harry nodded and smiled back at me, his dimples making my heart flutter. He leaned in just that little bit further and kissed me. My hands moved into his hair, pulling on his long curls, as I giggled. He laughed softly and kissed me again, the warmth of his lips making me believe that what he said was true.
“My angel.” Harry whispered, his fingers holding onto my neck as I titled my head to the side to deepen the kiss. My feelings for him had grown even more now since I had discovered that he was falling for me. I pulled him closer to me, never wanting to let go of him. I wound my arms around his neck as I broke the kiss with a laugh.
“I love it when you laugh.” Harry said gently, resting his fingers underneath my chin. My forehead touched his again and I opened my eyes, staring into his green ones deeply.
“I am falling for you too, Harry. Every time I see you, I fall harder and quicker.” I told him with a smile. It felt so good to finally reveal my true feelings to him. I felt so much better because he felt the same way. I felt like I was the happiest girl in the world. My eyes fluttered closed when Harry kissed me again, softer and sweeter. He then pressed his lips to my closed eyelids. The feeling of it made me giggle because it tickled. Harry kissed my cheek then my lips again.
“I don’t ever want to stop kissing you, Kaylie.” He muttered, his lips gently brushing mine, as soft as a feather. I honestly wished that I could keep on kissing Harry forever. Nothing gave me greater pleasure than his mouth pressed passionately against mine.
“Believe me, I would be content with kissing you for hours but we still need to talk.” I said politely, patting his chest and sitting back. My hands glided off him and I rested them in my lap. Harry coiled his fingers underneath my hands and held them tightly in his own.
“About us. How are we going to keep this a secret? There are cameras and people everywhere.” I began.
“Well, we’ve already done a good job so far. No-one knows you’re in here with me. And I’m guessing you’ve told Alicia about you and me?” Harry asked. I nodded.
“Yes. And my family know you kissed me on Saturday night. But I told them to be quiet about it.”
“I said the same thing to Gemma.”
“You told your sister about us?” I gasped. We weren’t even dating and he had told his sister about me. Does that mean he truly likes me? That he’s actually falling for me? Harry’s fingers squeezed mine and I looked at him.
“Yes, I did. And she likes you. She finds you very sweet.” He smiled.
“She does?”
“Mmm-hmm. But she doesn’t like you as much as I do.” He smirked. I smiled a little bit and Harry placed his fingers underneath my chin, titling my head up so my lips could meet his. Our mouths meshed together perfectly, his thumb running over my tear-streaked cheek. I hummed as he wet my lips with his tongue before slithering his mouth around mine, like two pieces of a puzzle interlocking. Sparks flew over my heart as he broke the kiss and pressed his lips to the tip of my nose.
“I forgot to tell you…you look beautiful today, angel.”
I looked down at my lap and blushed.
“Oh, I don’t think so. I’ve been crying. I must look like a mess.” I said.
“You look beautiful all the time, Kaylie. And don’t worry, your mascara hasn’t run. We’ll get Bea to touch you up before the cameras arrive.” Harry told me. I nodded in agreement and he pushed a few strands of my loose hair over my shoulder. We decided it was time to go and rehearse because that was important.
As I made my way to the door, I thought about going to find Bea and having her cover up my teary face with make-up, Harry’s arm went around my waist, spinning me back around to face him. I was about to open my mouth to say his name but he cut me off with a loving kiss that had me melting into his embrace. Our lips fell apart with a soft wet sound and I stared up at him with wide eyes.
“What was that for?” I asked.
“To let you know that everything’s going to be OK. I promise, angel.” Harry whispered before he kissed my forehead gently. And right then, in that moment, I believed him.
Tuesday, 27th September
I arrived earlier at the studios today so I could have that important conversation with Harry. I only had morning classes at school today so I had gone home to get changed before coming to the studios. I did the usual routine was saying hello to Stacey and walking down the corridors until I got to the main auditorium. But I found that it was empty. No cameras or crew. And no Harry. Where is everyone? It was too quiet and it made me feel uneasy. I pulled my phone out of my bag and texted my mentor.
To Harry: Where are you?
I hit Send and flipped my phone in my hands. As I waited for him to reply, I noticed my green shirt was untucked from my skirt. I cursed underneath my breath and tucked the fabric into my leather skirt, keeping it nice and even. (http://www.polyvore.com/kaylie_rehearsals_week_part/set?id=208248404) My phone buzzed and I saw there was a text from Harry.
From Harry: I’m in my dressing room. You at the stage?
To Harry: Yes, I am.
From Harry: Stay where you are – I’ll come and get you x
To Harry: OK x
I stood there quietly next to the stage, looking completely out of place. I pondered about the conversation Harry and I were going to have. We really did have to keep our flirty side off the radar and act professional. But how can I when he looks so fucking hot all the time? He was one of those people you couldn’t take your hands off of. I wanted to touch him, feel his lips on mine, feel his curls fall through my fingers, have his deep silky voice reverberate in my ear as he called me “angel”. I pulled on my bottom lip with my fingers as I remembered the pressure of Harry’s mouth on it, gently seducing me with his tongue. Never did I think that a guy like him would want to kiss a girl like me in that way. So passionate and lovely, it was amazing.
“What are you thinking about, angel?”
I jumped at the sound of his voice and turned around to see him smiling at me. As always, he looked gorgeous, clothed in those black skinny jeans and a white dress shirt with the sleeves loosely rolled up over his forearms, showing off his tattoos. I pushed my hand against his chest and he chuckled.
“You scared the hell out of me, Harry!”
“I apologise, angel. And you still haven’t answered my question.” He said. I blushed and adjusted the shoulder strap of my bag. I stared up at him nervously and blinked, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks quickly. This was the way Harry made me feel. I blushed at almost everything he said. Just the sound of his voice made my face flush.
“Uh…I was thinking about…you.” I choked out and that made me blush even more because I had stumbled on my words. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at him. My heart started to beat faster when I felt his fingers close around my wrist gently. I knew he was smiling right now; I could sense it.
“Let’s go, Kaylie.” Harry whispered and I raised my eyes to his. He looked…happy. His sparkling green eyes made my stomach flip and his lips looked so soft, just ready to be kissed. With his fingers still around my wrist, we walked into the corridor together. My fingers trembled as he moved his down to brush mine. I looked over my shoulder to make sure that no-one was around. If someone caught us even just holding hands…I was worried they would think we were together. I didn’t even know if we were together. Are Harry and I even a couple? That was a question I needed to ask Harry. But again, I was nervous to throw that question at him. What if he doesn’t have an answer?
My anxiety increased when we reached his dressing room. Harry opened the door and I followed him inside, closing the door behind me and placing my handbag on the floor. As soon as the lock clicked, his hands were holding my face and his lips were on mine. I locked my arms around his neck and welcomed his kiss with a low sigh. He had me enraptured with his taste and with his touch. He made me feel good. He made me feel wanted. His arms went down to go around my waist, holding me against his chest as I ran my fingertip along his cheekbone, my other hand massaging his long curls. Harry growled and kissed me harder, more roughly. I gasped when our lips parted just for a brief second before his mouth wrapped around mine again. I knew he wanted more but we didn’t come into his dressing room to make out. We came into his dressing room to talk.
“Harry…” I whispered, breaking the kiss, throwing my head back. That was a mistake. My mentor took full advantage and swept my hair off my shoulder, his lips making a smooth trail of butterfly kisses along my neck. Oh…wow…sweet Jesus…! I never realised that spot was so sensitive. My heart jumped as he peppered kisses over my neck. I loved it. So much. But I needed him to stop. I grabbed his arm with one hand and placed my other hand on his chest.
“Harry…we need to talk…please.”
His lips were gone from my neck and he pulled back, his arms still around my waist. I looked up at him ruefully and pressed both of my hands to his chest, playing with the buttons of his dress shirt. His swallow tattoos peeked through the fabric and I could see the top of his butterfly tattoo, the ink dark against his light skin. I sighed as my arms slid around his waist and I rested my head on his chest, hearing his heart pound beneath my ear. I closed my eyes, letting my heart beat at the same speed, in sync with his. Harry’s arms circled my shoulders and his lips kissed the top of my head.
“What are we doing?” I mumbled into his chest.
“We’re hugging. We’re kissing.” I heard Harry say.
“No, I mean, what are we doing, Harry?” I asked, looking up at him. I could feel the tears coming. They were on their way and I couldn’t stop them.
“You’re my mentor. I’m your contestant. You’re Harry Styles, a global superstar. I’m just Kaylie, an ordinary girl. This can only end badly.” I said tearfully.
“Angel…” He rubbed away a tear that had rolled down my cheek. My emotions got worse and more tears glistened in my eyes, barely clinging to my eyelashes.
“Even you just calling me “angel”, it scares me.”
“How does it scare you?” He asked.
“Because no guy has called me such a sweet name ever. No guy has ever made me feel this way before. It feels so right but so wrong at the same time. What if we get caught? I’ll get kicked off the show. You’ll be exploited. I can’t let that happen to you. Not you, Harry.” My voice dissolved into tears and I sobbed into his chest. Harry held me tight against his body and ran his hand through my hair soothingly, kissing my head. I lived for moments like this with Harry. Just being in his arms. He was too good to be true and I didn’t deserve to be the subject of his affection. I couldn’t let his beautiful image be tarnished because of me. He’d already been given the reputation of being a flirt, a player, a bad boy. I didn’t want it to get any worse. He didn’t deserve it.
Still holding me to his chest, Harry guided me to the couch and we sat down. I held onto him for dear life, afraid of what lay ahead of us. I didn’t even know if there was an “us”. I sniffled and wiped my nose with the back of my hand. His fingers stroked my cheeks, wiping away the tears that had fallen. I kissed his palm as his fingers curled around the back of my neck.
“I don’t deserve this, Harry.”
“What are you talking about, angel? You deserve all of this. You belong on the stage. I know it.” My mentor said softly, resting his left palm on my cheek. I stared at him with shining eyes and shook my head.
“I don’t deserve you, Harry. Your affection, your belief in me, your hugs, your kisses…What have I done to have such a wonderful man like you walk into my life?” I lowered my eyes to his chest and placed my hand over his heart. He’s too good for me. I told myself. Harry cupped my face in his hands and told me to look at him. I got lost in the beauty of his face and the way he was looking at me. His gentle expression, his warm green eyes, his soft pink lips. He was perfect.
“All you did was be yourself. Your lovely, kind, sweet and beautiful self. You’re so genuine and that’s what drew me to you. Please don’t ever think you don’t deserve anything. You do deserve me. OK, Kaylie? You deserve my affection, my belief in you, my hugs and my kisses. That’s all for you because I want to give it to you. And you know why?”
Harry’s words shook my heart to its core. I couldn’t look away from him now as I blinked away tears to clear my vision. I wrapped my fingers around his wrists and slowly shook my head again. Harry leaned in closer and pressed his forehead to mine.
“Because I am falling for you.”
My lips parted in utter shock. What…?! I believed I was in a dream right now. This couldn’t be real. How could Harry Styles be falling for me? The grip of my fingers tightened around his wrists as I choked out another sob, a couple of tears pouring down my cheeks. But they weren’t sad tears this time. They were happy tears. My world turned upside down, my heart blooming with a happiness that I had never felt.
“Really?” I smiled. Harry nodded and smiled back at me, his dimples making my heart flutter. He leaned in just that little bit further and kissed me. My hands moved into his hair, pulling on his long curls, as I giggled. He laughed softly and kissed me again, the warmth of his lips making me believe that what he said was true.
“My angel.” Harry whispered, his fingers holding onto my neck as I titled my head to the side to deepen the kiss. My feelings for him had grown even more now since I had discovered that he was falling for me. I pulled him closer to me, never wanting to let go of him. I wound my arms around his neck as I broke the kiss with a laugh.
“I love it when you laugh.” Harry said gently, resting his fingers underneath my chin. My forehead touched his again and I opened my eyes, staring into his green ones deeply.
“I am falling for you too, Harry. Every time I see you, I fall harder and quicker.” I told him with a smile. It felt so good to finally reveal my true feelings to him. I felt so much better because he felt the same way. I felt like I was the happiest girl in the world. My eyes fluttered closed when Harry kissed me again, softer and sweeter. He then pressed his lips to my closed eyelids. The feeling of it made me giggle because it tickled. Harry kissed my cheek then my lips again.
“I don’t ever want to stop kissing you, Kaylie.” He muttered, his lips gently brushing mine, as soft as a feather. I honestly wished that I could keep on kissing Harry forever. Nothing gave me greater pleasure than his mouth pressed passionately against mine.
“Believe me, I would be content with kissing you for hours but we still need to talk.” I said politely, patting his chest and sitting back. My hands glided off him and I rested them in my lap. Harry coiled his fingers underneath my hands and held them tightly in his own.
“About us. How are we going to keep this a secret? There are cameras and people everywhere.” I began.
“Well, we’ve already done a good job so far. No-one knows you’re in here with me. And I’m guessing you’ve told Alicia about you and me?” Harry asked. I nodded.
“Yes. And my family know you kissed me on Saturday night. But I told them to be quiet about it.”
“I said the same thing to Gemma.”
“You told your sister about us?” I gasped. We weren’t even dating and he had told his sister about me. Does that mean he truly likes me? That he’s actually falling for me? Harry’s fingers squeezed mine and I looked at him.
“Yes, I did. And she likes you. She finds you very sweet.” He smiled.
“She does?”
“Mmm-hmm. But she doesn’t like you as much as I do.” He smirked. I smiled a little bit and Harry placed his fingers underneath my chin, titling my head up so my lips could meet his. Our mouths meshed together perfectly, his thumb running over my tear-streaked cheek. I hummed as he wet my lips with his tongue before slithering his mouth around mine, like two pieces of a puzzle interlocking. Sparks flew over my heart as he broke the kiss and pressed his lips to the tip of my nose.
“I forgot to tell you…you look beautiful today, angel.”
I looked down at my lap and blushed.
“Oh, I don’t think so. I’ve been crying. I must look like a mess.” I said.
“You look beautiful all the time, Kaylie. And don’t worry, your mascara hasn’t run. We’ll get Bea to touch you up before the cameras arrive.” Harry told me. I nodded in agreement and he pushed a few strands of my loose hair over my shoulder. We decided it was time to go and rehearse because that was important.
As I made my way to the door, I thought about going to find Bea and having her cover up my teary face with make-up, Harry’s arm went around my waist, spinning me back around to face him. I was about to open my mouth to say his name but he cut me off with a loving kiss that had me melting into his embrace. Our lips fell apart with a soft wet sound and I stared up at him with wide eyes.
“What was that for?” I asked.
“To let you know that everything’s going to be OK. I promise, angel.” Harry whispered before he kissed my forehead gently. And right then, in that moment, I believed him.
Notes
I’m a freaking writing machine lately, My Lord! A shorter chapter this time but a very important one I think. They needed to have that heart-to-heart talk. I actually got quite emotional writing it, I don’t know why, I just did! What did you think of this chapter? Good? Bad? Too much?
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11/19/17