Always
Live Shows - Week 4: Part 3 (Live Decider)
Kaylie's POV
Sunday, 16th October
The love I bore for Harry Styles was deeper than anything I had ever felt before. I felt so lucky that I could call him mine, that he was my own to love and treasure for forever. I wanted to reassure him that every day, that I loved him and that nothing could ever tear us apart.
I walked down the corridor, ready for my rehearshal with him. I had a smile on my face as memories of his hot stinging kisses sent sparks flying over my heart and his hands touching me wherever they could. Then, there were the sounds of soft moans. They were faint but close. With narrowed eyes, I strolled into the large auditorium and what I saw before me shattered my heart into a million pieces.
Melody was sitting on the edge of the piano, his fingers sliding underneath her shirt, her lips parted in pleasure. She had one arm around his shoulders while her other hand rested in his long curls. His face was buried in her neck, kissing sounds echoing off the walls, as his breathing deepened with lust. No, no, no, no... Please, no! I screamed in my head, too heartbroken to speak. I couldn't stay here. I had to leave. I took a single step back but the heel of my boot made a squeaky sound on the floor, making Melody open her piercing blue eyes, like daggers of ice. I couldn't move now. She's seen me! The blonde-haired woman smiled and pressed her mouth to his ear, whispering something to him. He slowly turned his head around in my direction, his temple pressed against Melody's. The brilliant green eyes that I had fallen in love with glittered with a desire that was no longer for me. A smirk decorated his handsome face as he stroked Melody's skin beneath her shirt.
"I've always wanted her, not you." He whispered. I whimpered and watched as she kissed his head warmly.
"You were never my angel. She is."
Tears blurred my eyesight but I could still see what they were doing. My whole soul was disintergrated when I saw their lips come together in a passionate manner, slick and steaming, the way he would kiss me.
"No!" I screeched as invisible hands pulled me away. I struggled to get free, wanting to rip both Melody and Harry to pieces.
"No!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as their figures got smaller and smaller, locked in a loving embrace.
"Kaylie, sweetie, wake up!"
"No, please...!
"Darling, you're having a nightmare!"
"No, get off him, you bitch! No...!"
Those invisible hands suddenly became real, pinning my arms down, and my eyes snapped open in terror. I searched around frantically, the image of Melody and Harry kissing seared into my mind. How could he? Didn't he say he was mine? Always? I was upset and confused, my head was all jumbled up.
"Sweetie, I'm here."
"Mum?" I gasped. My mother was kneeling next to me on the bed. The hands on my arms belonged to her and her face was fraught with worry.
"Yes, it's me. You're OK, sweetie. You were just having a bad dream." She said softly, brushing a strand of caramel hair away from my sweaty forehead. I choked back sobs and gulped down heavy breaths of air, tears splashing onto my cheeks. My mother pulled me upright and into her arms, rubbing my back gently.
"Don't cry. Please don't." She whispered as I cried into her shoulder, too weak to even hold onto her. The nightmare felt so real, like it was really happening. The thought of Harry leaving me for Melody shattered me. We were in love. He wouldn't leave me for anybody, especially Melody.
Right?
It had been a very long time since I had experienced a nightmare as vivid as the one I had just had. I longed for it to stay in the realm of nightmares and never come true, for if it did, I would be heartbroken forever.
"Kaylie, darling, what happened? What did you dream about?" My mother asked, taking my face in her hands and pushing my head back so she could look into my eyes. I sniffled and wiped my nose with my hand, my eyes stinging with tears.
"Harry...he...he was..."
"He was what, darling?"
"He and Melody... They were...were kissing... Mum, they were kissing! He said he never wanted me, that he wanted Melody all along. That she was his angel... Not me..." I cried, my entire body quivering with fear. My mother ran her fingers through my tangled hair and sighed, rubbing her knuckles against my sticky cheek.
"It was just a bad dream, Kaylie."
"But it felt so real, Mum. I felt like I was actually there, witnessing it with my own eyes." I said.
"It may have felt real but it wasn't. Harry loves you, sweetie. I've only met him once but I could see the look of love in his eyes, only for you. And after what you two got up to when me, your father and your brothers were away, he wouldn't leave you. Believe in what you and Harry share. That is what's real, Kaylie."
My mother's words hit me in the best way. She always spoke the truth. She was the only member of my family that knew about Harry and I having sex. I didn't really want to tell my father and there was no way in hell that I was going to tell my brothers. They would tease me every day and if Harry ever did anything to hurt me, they would kill him. Harry had told me to never doubt what he had and I didn't doubt it. It was Melody that I doubted. She wouldn't just give up on tearing Harry away from me. She would try again and my nightmare had been stemmed from that panic of her stealing the love of my life, snatching him out of my arms. I was too deep in love with Harry to let him go and I hoped that he was just as deep in love with me that I was with him.
"You're awake now, sweetie, and your bad dream is nothing more than a bad dream. You've got the live decider tonight so you've got to be strong." My mother said to me. My heart pounded when I remembered that I had to go to the studios this afternoon. I had to see Harry. I had to see Melody. After my nightmare, I didn't know if I could face either of them. I didn't know if I could look at Harry the same way after what he had done in my bad dream. But I had to go tonight and be there for the results, if I would be safe and go further into the competition.
"Breakfast is downstairs, Kaylie. Come down whenever you want to."
My mother kissed my head and left my room without another word, leaving the door ajar. I bundled the bed sheets up to my chest and closed my eyes, allowing the final tears to flow. Being in my bed had never been the same since Tuesday night. It meant something more as it was the place where Harry and I finally showed each other the passionate love that we bore for one another. I remembered the weight of him on the mattress beside me as he kissed me long after the deed was done. After that, he wouldn't do anything with anyone else.
Right?
His heart was mine as mine was his. His soul was mine as mine was his. His kisses were for me as mine were for him. Everything of him was for me as everything of me was for him. We belonged with each other and a nightmare wouldn't break us apart. My mother was right. I had to believe in what Harry and I shared. I had to be strong.
0*0
My heart was in my stomach when I entered the studios at 4:57pm. I had about three hours until the show started but I always liked to be early. Better that than late. I wrapped my fingers around the strap of my handbag (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=213643679) and walked down the first corridor, heading for the Under 25 Girls dressing room. I passed a few of the crew members who gave me warm smiles and nods that I did my best to return, plastering a happy façade on my face. The good thing about being early though that the corridors were empty for long periods of time, everyone getting everything ready in either the auditorium or in separate rooms. The silence made me even more nervous and I realised that I had to see Harry. Right now. This morning, I had been scared to face him but now, I needed him. So I went to his dressing room and knocked on the door, hoping that he was inside. Not even five seconds passed before the door opened and there he was, dressed in casual clothes but I could see his suit for tonight hook on a hanger at the back of the room. A surprised yet sweet smile grew on his face when he saw me.
"Good afternoon, angel. You OK?"
I didn't answer with words. I threw myself at Harry, locking my arms around his neck and crashing my lips to his. I had the power and pushed him backwards, both of us walking into his dressing room. I kicked the door shut with my booted foot and stuck my tongue in his mouth to make the kiss even more erotic. Harry was obviously completely shocked by my sudden move because his hands weren't tight on my body like they usually were when we were kissing nor was his mouth enjoying the way mine was attacking his. He wasn't into it like I was and I knew that was my fault because I had just come onto him with no explanation, just a forcefulness that I couldn't hold back. I spun him around and I heard his back hit the wall, my body trapping his. I hoisted my leg around his waist as our kissing, or rather, mine, accrued with an intense fire. I pulled at his curls, tugging his face down to mine so I could kiss him more easily.
"Kaylie..." He murmured.
Another kiss.
"Kaylie..."
More kissing. I didn't stop, just kept on cutting him off.
"Angel..."
I moved my lips across his cheek, over his jaw, down to his neck where I sucked the thick vein protruding from his skin. It was warm and soft, pulsating blood. I became a hungry vampire, wanting his loving, wanting to feel his body on me. I heard him gulp deeply as I kissed and sucked his neck, slipping my hands underneath his T-shirt, yearning to rip it off him so I could trace his tattoos with the tip of my tongue.
"Mmm, Kaylie..." He whispered, his breath hot and fresh on my neck. Does he like this? Does he want me to do it more? Does he want me to go a step further? With my lips still attached to his flesh, I laid one of my hands over the organ in between his legs, palming him over his skinny jeans.
"Alright, Kaylie, that's enough..." Harry warned me but the aroused part of me ignored him, my fingers undoing the button of his jeans, just about to pull the zipper down. But I never got to do that because Harry stopped me.
"Enough!" He snapped, wrapping his arms around my waist and turning around so that it was my back pressed against the wall, his eyes looking down on me. I suddenly felt so small, so vulnerable, like a scared little mouse. I recognised the expression on his face. It was the one he wore in my nightmare when he looked at me after kissing Melody hotly. I had pissed him off and I didn't blame him. I stared down at the floor, eyeing his heeled black boots.
"I'm sorry." I whimpered faintly, my voice so distant that I wasn't even sure if he had heard me. I didn't even know what came over me when I practically lunged at him without a care in the world. I just...wanted him, more now than ever. But now, I could see that I had made a mistake. It was reckless and idiotic of me. I should have controlled my desires. I should have had the power over myself.
"I'm stupid... I'm stupid... I'm sorry..." I shook my head in shame, regretting my actions. I couldn't even look at him after what I had just done. Harry placed his hands on my upper arms, his breathing softer and I knew that his facial expression had softened too. I still couldn't look at him though.
"You're not stupid, Kaylie. It's OK, I shouldn't have snapped at you. It's OK." He whispered. I wanted to believe him but to me, it wasn't OK at all. Why did I throw myself at him? Why did I touch him like that here? Why did I touch him down there? What is wrong with me? My vision started to go blurry and fade into darkness, my insides too heavy to hold up and my legs became weak. I felt myself falling to the floor, having absolutely no control over my body. My eyes rolled back and the last thing I heard was Harry screaming my name.
Darkness. That's all there was. Nothing but pitch black. My heart shivered in terror. I had no idea where I was or what was happening. I felt lost. I'm not...dead, am I? What happened? Why can't I see anything? I thought I was gone. Until I heard a voice. A very familiar voice that was unique to itself. A warm dripping English accent that could bring me to my knees if it asked me to.
"Angel? Please wake up..."
Harry... Harry's here. I forced my eyes to open as I wanted to see him so badly. He was probably worried sick.
"Come back to me, Kaylie..."
I tried to call out his name but no sound came out. I tried again and again but still, nothing. Come on, Kaylie! Speak, talk, let him know that you're still here! With my inner voice giving me motivation, I tried one last time.
"Harry..." I croaked.
"Kaylie...? I heard you! Can you open your eyes, my love?"
"Harry..." I repeated and then, very slowly, his face swam into view from above me. As I had predicted, he looked very worried. His emerald eyes were full of concern, now relief, his lips parted in happiness.
"Oh, angel, you're here! Are you OK?" He gasped, stroking my cheek gently and leaning down to give me a gentle kiss. I welcomed the taste of his lips and sighed softly. I looked around to see that I was still in his dressing room and no-one was here besides me and him. We were alone.
"What happened?" I gasped.
"You...fainted. It happened so quickly but I managed to catch you before you hit the floor." Harry answered. I fainted?! I had never fainted before in my life. So why now? It was a question I already knew the answer to. I was under pressure and so much stress. I was in a singing competition that demanded a lot of my attention. I was completing my final year of high school. I was in love with my mentor, who happened to be an international megastar, keeping our relationship a secret from the public. It was all so much, weighing me down but I had always found the will and the energy to persist. The consequences of that resulted in me fainting. My body couldn't take it anymore and neither could my heart. My mother's words echoed in my mind. You have to be strong. She had meant more than just being strong tonight. She meant about being with Harry, seeing where things would take us. I rubbed my forehead and groaned.
"How long was I out?"
"Almost 10 minutes. I was so scared, Kaylie. I can't lose you. Not now. Not ever." Harry said tenderly. I blinked away tears as I wrapped my arms around his neck, asking him to sit me up. His arms gripped my waist and pulled me in a sitting position, right next to him. I rested my head in the crook of his neck and relaxed into his embrace, wishing I could remain here with him forever. The pressure of his soft lips on my forehead made me close my eyes in delight but as soon as my eyes were closed, the image of my boyfriend and my enemy kissing entered my head. My eyes reopened as quick as the snap of blinds revealing a glass window and I flinched at the memory of the image. Harry rubbed my shoulder and inclined his head to look at me.
"Angel, what is it?"
"Harry...you love me, don't you?" I asked nervously.
"Of course I do, Kaylie. I love you so much. Why would you even question that?" He narrowed his eyes at me. I swallowed deeply and brought my knees to my chest, terrified to answer his question.
"Do you love me?"
"Yes, yes, I do, Harry! I'll never stop loving you. It's just..."
"Just?"
"I just don't get it sometimes. Why you're with me when you could have any other girl. One more beautiful, more famous, more perfect." I let out in one long breath, getting it all out as quickly as possible. When I said "you could have any other girl", I had one girl in mind. One with short white-blonde hair and a slim body, with flawless features and long legs. I didn't want her to have him but he could easily chose her over me. It's what I feared ever since I first met her at Bootcamp.
His fingers slid across my neck, turning my face to his. I caught a glimpse of his face for a fraction of a second before his mouth was on mine, hot and fervent, gentle and supple, so wonderful and soft. I melted into the kiss, laying one hand on his shoulder and my other one on his chest. Harry pulled back for a moment before kissing me once more, so sweet and kind. His arm circled my shoulders and brought me close, burying his nose in my neck. His lips touched my skin, loving me with swift butterfly kisses. I ran my hand through his loose curls and sighed, relishing being in his hold, making me feel protected and safe.
"You're the most beautiful, most perfect girl I have ever seen in my life. I don't care about the famous bit, that doesn't matter to me. I love you for you, angel." He mumbled into my neck. My soul was lifted up into the clouds and a smile graced my face, finally. I tightened my arms around his neck, our chests pressed together so hard that I could feel his heart beating, pounding at the same speed as my own. He raised his head and kissed the tip of my ear.
"You say I could have any other girl and that's true. But, Kaylie, I've chosen you because I want you, not any other girl."
Oh, Harry... My breath was caught in my throat and I couldn't even find the right words to speak, for no words would be able to describe the way I was feeling at this very moments. No words did it justice.
"You, Kaylie Walker, are the love of my life. Always remember that." Harry said truthfully, now staring deeply into my heart, his eyes like piercing blades of love, shooting sparks throughout my body. I smiled widely at him and he returned my smile. I closed the gap between us with a strong kiss and enveloped him in a hug, feeling his limbs fit around my torso as he held me close.
"I adore you. God, I love you more than you will ever know." I sobbed into his shoulder, overwhelmed with emotions from his romantic words. Harry whispered "I love you even more." back and only hugged me tighter, as if he never wanted me to leave the prison of his arms. It was a prison I would gladly stay locked in for the rest of my life. I forgot about my nightmare. I forgot about the threat of Melody. I forgot about everything that was related to Melody. The only thing I focused on was the man in my arms.
"You'll be fine tonight, angel. You'll get through, I know it." Harry said, giving me that extra boost of confidence I needed. If he believes I'll be fine, then I will be. His belief, his faith and his love was all I needed to make it through this alive.
Sunday, 16th October
The love I bore for Harry Styles was deeper than anything I had ever felt before. I felt so lucky that I could call him mine, that he was my own to love and treasure for forever. I wanted to reassure him that every day, that I loved him and that nothing could ever tear us apart.
I walked down the corridor, ready for my rehearshal with him. I had a smile on my face as memories of his hot stinging kisses sent sparks flying over my heart and his hands touching me wherever they could. Then, there were the sounds of soft moans. They were faint but close. With narrowed eyes, I strolled into the large auditorium and what I saw before me shattered my heart into a million pieces.
Melody was sitting on the edge of the piano, his fingers sliding underneath her shirt, her lips parted in pleasure. She had one arm around his shoulders while her other hand rested in his long curls. His face was buried in her neck, kissing sounds echoing off the walls, as his breathing deepened with lust. No, no, no, no... Please, no! I screamed in my head, too heartbroken to speak. I couldn't stay here. I had to leave. I took a single step back but the heel of my boot made a squeaky sound on the floor, making Melody open her piercing blue eyes, like daggers of ice. I couldn't move now. She's seen me! The blonde-haired woman smiled and pressed her mouth to his ear, whispering something to him. He slowly turned his head around in my direction, his temple pressed against Melody's. The brilliant green eyes that I had fallen in love with glittered with a desire that was no longer for me. A smirk decorated his handsome face as he stroked Melody's skin beneath her shirt.
"I've always wanted her, not you." He whispered. I whimpered and watched as she kissed his head warmly.
"You were never my angel. She is."
Tears blurred my eyesight but I could still see what they were doing. My whole soul was disintergrated when I saw their lips come together in a passionate manner, slick and steaming, the way he would kiss me.
"No!" I screeched as invisible hands pulled me away. I struggled to get free, wanting to rip both Melody and Harry to pieces.
"No!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as their figures got smaller and smaller, locked in a loving embrace.
"Kaylie, sweetie, wake up!"
"No, please...!
"Darling, you're having a nightmare!"
"No, get off him, you bitch! No...!"
Those invisible hands suddenly became real, pinning my arms down, and my eyes snapped open in terror. I searched around frantically, the image of Melody and Harry kissing seared into my mind. How could he? Didn't he say he was mine? Always? I was upset and confused, my head was all jumbled up.
"Sweetie, I'm here."
"Mum?" I gasped. My mother was kneeling next to me on the bed. The hands on my arms belonged to her and her face was fraught with worry.
"Yes, it's me. You're OK, sweetie. You were just having a bad dream." She said softly, brushing a strand of caramel hair away from my sweaty forehead. I choked back sobs and gulped down heavy breaths of air, tears splashing onto my cheeks. My mother pulled me upright and into her arms, rubbing my back gently.
"Don't cry. Please don't." She whispered as I cried into her shoulder, too weak to even hold onto her. The nightmare felt so real, like it was really happening. The thought of Harry leaving me for Melody shattered me. We were in love. He wouldn't leave me for anybody, especially Melody.
Right?
It had been a very long time since I had experienced a nightmare as vivid as the one I had just had. I longed for it to stay in the realm of nightmares and never come true, for if it did, I would be heartbroken forever.
"Kaylie, darling, what happened? What did you dream about?" My mother asked, taking my face in her hands and pushing my head back so she could look into my eyes. I sniffled and wiped my nose with my hand, my eyes stinging with tears.
"Harry...he...he was..."
"He was what, darling?"
"He and Melody... They were...were kissing... Mum, they were kissing! He said he never wanted me, that he wanted Melody all along. That she was his angel... Not me..." I cried, my entire body quivering with fear. My mother ran her fingers through my tangled hair and sighed, rubbing her knuckles against my sticky cheek.
"It was just a bad dream, Kaylie."
"But it felt so real, Mum. I felt like I was actually there, witnessing it with my own eyes." I said.
"It may have felt real but it wasn't. Harry loves you, sweetie. I've only met him once but I could see the look of love in his eyes, only for you. And after what you two got up to when me, your father and your brothers were away, he wouldn't leave you. Believe in what you and Harry share. That is what's real, Kaylie."
My mother's words hit me in the best way. She always spoke the truth. She was the only member of my family that knew about Harry and I having sex. I didn't really want to tell my father and there was no way in hell that I was going to tell my brothers. They would tease me every day and if Harry ever did anything to hurt me, they would kill him. Harry had told me to never doubt what he had and I didn't doubt it. It was Melody that I doubted. She wouldn't just give up on tearing Harry away from me. She would try again and my nightmare had been stemmed from that panic of her stealing the love of my life, snatching him out of my arms. I was too deep in love with Harry to let him go and I hoped that he was just as deep in love with me that I was with him.
"You're awake now, sweetie, and your bad dream is nothing more than a bad dream. You've got the live decider tonight so you've got to be strong." My mother said to me. My heart pounded when I remembered that I had to go to the studios this afternoon. I had to see Harry. I had to see Melody. After my nightmare, I didn't know if I could face either of them. I didn't know if I could look at Harry the same way after what he had done in my bad dream. But I had to go tonight and be there for the results, if I would be safe and go further into the competition.
"Breakfast is downstairs, Kaylie. Come down whenever you want to."
My mother kissed my head and left my room without another word, leaving the door ajar. I bundled the bed sheets up to my chest and closed my eyes, allowing the final tears to flow. Being in my bed had never been the same since Tuesday night. It meant something more as it was the place where Harry and I finally showed each other the passionate love that we bore for one another. I remembered the weight of him on the mattress beside me as he kissed me long after the deed was done. After that, he wouldn't do anything with anyone else.
Right?
His heart was mine as mine was his. His soul was mine as mine was his. His kisses were for me as mine were for him. Everything of him was for me as everything of me was for him. We belonged with each other and a nightmare wouldn't break us apart. My mother was right. I had to believe in what Harry and I shared. I had to be strong.
0*0
My heart was in my stomach when I entered the studios at 4:57pm. I had about three hours until the show started but I always liked to be early. Better that than late. I wrapped my fingers around the strap of my handbag (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=213643679) and walked down the first corridor, heading for the Under 25 Girls dressing room. I passed a few of the crew members who gave me warm smiles and nods that I did my best to return, plastering a happy façade on my face. The good thing about being early though that the corridors were empty for long periods of time, everyone getting everything ready in either the auditorium or in separate rooms. The silence made me even more nervous and I realised that I had to see Harry. Right now. This morning, I had been scared to face him but now, I needed him. So I went to his dressing room and knocked on the door, hoping that he was inside. Not even five seconds passed before the door opened and there he was, dressed in casual clothes but I could see his suit for tonight hook on a hanger at the back of the room. A surprised yet sweet smile grew on his face when he saw me.
"Good afternoon, angel. You OK?"
I didn't answer with words. I threw myself at Harry, locking my arms around his neck and crashing my lips to his. I had the power and pushed him backwards, both of us walking into his dressing room. I kicked the door shut with my booted foot and stuck my tongue in his mouth to make the kiss even more erotic. Harry was obviously completely shocked by my sudden move because his hands weren't tight on my body like they usually were when we were kissing nor was his mouth enjoying the way mine was attacking his. He wasn't into it like I was and I knew that was my fault because I had just come onto him with no explanation, just a forcefulness that I couldn't hold back. I spun him around and I heard his back hit the wall, my body trapping his. I hoisted my leg around his waist as our kissing, or rather, mine, accrued with an intense fire. I pulled at his curls, tugging his face down to mine so I could kiss him more easily.
"Kaylie..." He murmured.
Another kiss.
"Kaylie..."
More kissing. I didn't stop, just kept on cutting him off.
"Angel..."
I moved my lips across his cheek, over his jaw, down to his neck where I sucked the thick vein protruding from his skin. It was warm and soft, pulsating blood. I became a hungry vampire, wanting his loving, wanting to feel his body on me. I heard him gulp deeply as I kissed and sucked his neck, slipping my hands underneath his T-shirt, yearning to rip it off him so I could trace his tattoos with the tip of my tongue.
"Mmm, Kaylie..." He whispered, his breath hot and fresh on my neck. Does he like this? Does he want me to do it more? Does he want me to go a step further? With my lips still attached to his flesh, I laid one of my hands over the organ in between his legs, palming him over his skinny jeans.
"Alright, Kaylie, that's enough..." Harry warned me but the aroused part of me ignored him, my fingers undoing the button of his jeans, just about to pull the zipper down. But I never got to do that because Harry stopped me.
"Enough!" He snapped, wrapping his arms around my waist and turning around so that it was my back pressed against the wall, his eyes looking down on me. I suddenly felt so small, so vulnerable, like a scared little mouse. I recognised the expression on his face. It was the one he wore in my nightmare when he looked at me after kissing Melody hotly. I had pissed him off and I didn't blame him. I stared down at the floor, eyeing his heeled black boots.
"I'm sorry." I whimpered faintly, my voice so distant that I wasn't even sure if he had heard me. I didn't even know what came over me when I practically lunged at him without a care in the world. I just...wanted him, more now than ever. But now, I could see that I had made a mistake. It was reckless and idiotic of me. I should have controlled my desires. I should have had the power over myself.
"I'm stupid... I'm stupid... I'm sorry..." I shook my head in shame, regretting my actions. I couldn't even look at him after what I had just done. Harry placed his hands on my upper arms, his breathing softer and I knew that his facial expression had softened too. I still couldn't look at him though.
"You're not stupid, Kaylie. It's OK, I shouldn't have snapped at you. It's OK." He whispered. I wanted to believe him but to me, it wasn't OK at all. Why did I throw myself at him? Why did I touch him like that here? Why did I touch him down there? What is wrong with me? My vision started to go blurry and fade into darkness, my insides too heavy to hold up and my legs became weak. I felt myself falling to the floor, having absolutely no control over my body. My eyes rolled back and the last thing I heard was Harry screaming my name.
Darkness. That's all there was. Nothing but pitch black. My heart shivered in terror. I had no idea where I was or what was happening. I felt lost. I'm not...dead, am I? What happened? Why can't I see anything? I thought I was gone. Until I heard a voice. A very familiar voice that was unique to itself. A warm dripping English accent that could bring me to my knees if it asked me to.
"Angel? Please wake up..."
Harry... Harry's here. I forced my eyes to open as I wanted to see him so badly. He was probably worried sick.
"Come back to me, Kaylie..."
I tried to call out his name but no sound came out. I tried again and again but still, nothing. Come on, Kaylie! Speak, talk, let him know that you're still here! With my inner voice giving me motivation, I tried one last time.
"Harry..." I croaked.
"Kaylie...? I heard you! Can you open your eyes, my love?"
"Harry..." I repeated and then, very slowly, his face swam into view from above me. As I had predicted, he looked very worried. His emerald eyes were full of concern, now relief, his lips parted in happiness.
"Oh, angel, you're here! Are you OK?" He gasped, stroking my cheek gently and leaning down to give me a gentle kiss. I welcomed the taste of his lips and sighed softly. I looked around to see that I was still in his dressing room and no-one was here besides me and him. We were alone.
"What happened?" I gasped.
"You...fainted. It happened so quickly but I managed to catch you before you hit the floor." Harry answered. I fainted?! I had never fainted before in my life. So why now? It was a question I already knew the answer to. I was under pressure and so much stress. I was in a singing competition that demanded a lot of my attention. I was completing my final year of high school. I was in love with my mentor, who happened to be an international megastar, keeping our relationship a secret from the public. It was all so much, weighing me down but I had always found the will and the energy to persist. The consequences of that resulted in me fainting. My body couldn't take it anymore and neither could my heart. My mother's words echoed in my mind. You have to be strong. She had meant more than just being strong tonight. She meant about being with Harry, seeing where things would take us. I rubbed my forehead and groaned.
"How long was I out?"
"Almost 10 minutes. I was so scared, Kaylie. I can't lose you. Not now. Not ever." Harry said tenderly. I blinked away tears as I wrapped my arms around his neck, asking him to sit me up. His arms gripped my waist and pulled me in a sitting position, right next to him. I rested my head in the crook of his neck and relaxed into his embrace, wishing I could remain here with him forever. The pressure of his soft lips on my forehead made me close my eyes in delight but as soon as my eyes were closed, the image of my boyfriend and my enemy kissing entered my head. My eyes reopened as quick as the snap of blinds revealing a glass window and I flinched at the memory of the image. Harry rubbed my shoulder and inclined his head to look at me.
"Angel, what is it?"
"Harry...you love me, don't you?" I asked nervously.
"Of course I do, Kaylie. I love you so much. Why would you even question that?" He narrowed his eyes at me. I swallowed deeply and brought my knees to my chest, terrified to answer his question.
"Do you love me?"
"Yes, yes, I do, Harry! I'll never stop loving you. It's just..."
"Just?"
"I just don't get it sometimes. Why you're with me when you could have any other girl. One more beautiful, more famous, more perfect." I let out in one long breath, getting it all out as quickly as possible. When I said "you could have any other girl", I had one girl in mind. One with short white-blonde hair and a slim body, with flawless features and long legs. I didn't want her to have him but he could easily chose her over me. It's what I feared ever since I first met her at Bootcamp.
His fingers slid across my neck, turning my face to his. I caught a glimpse of his face for a fraction of a second before his mouth was on mine, hot and fervent, gentle and supple, so wonderful and soft. I melted into the kiss, laying one hand on his shoulder and my other one on his chest. Harry pulled back for a moment before kissing me once more, so sweet and kind. His arm circled my shoulders and brought me close, burying his nose in my neck. His lips touched my skin, loving me with swift butterfly kisses. I ran my hand through his loose curls and sighed, relishing being in his hold, making me feel protected and safe.
"You're the most beautiful, most perfect girl I have ever seen in my life. I don't care about the famous bit, that doesn't matter to me. I love you for you, angel." He mumbled into my neck. My soul was lifted up into the clouds and a smile graced my face, finally. I tightened my arms around his neck, our chests pressed together so hard that I could feel his heart beating, pounding at the same speed as my own. He raised his head and kissed the tip of my ear.
"You say I could have any other girl and that's true. But, Kaylie, I've chosen you because I want you, not any other girl."
Oh, Harry... My breath was caught in my throat and I couldn't even find the right words to speak, for no words would be able to describe the way I was feeling at this very moments. No words did it justice.
"You, Kaylie Walker, are the love of my life. Always remember that." Harry said truthfully, now staring deeply into my heart, his eyes like piercing blades of love, shooting sparks throughout my body. I smiled widely at him and he returned my smile. I closed the gap between us with a strong kiss and enveloped him in a hug, feeling his limbs fit around my torso as he held me close.
"I adore you. God, I love you more than you will ever know." I sobbed into his shoulder, overwhelmed with emotions from his romantic words. Harry whispered "I love you even more." back and only hugged me tighter, as if he never wanted me to leave the prison of his arms. It was a prison I would gladly stay locked in for the rest of my life. I forgot about my nightmare. I forgot about the threat of Melody. I forgot about everything that was related to Melody. The only thing I focused on was the man in my arms.
"You'll be fine tonight, angel. You'll get through, I know it." Harry said, giving me that extra boost of confidence I needed. If he believes I'll be fine, then I will be. His belief, his faith and his love was all I needed to make it through this alive.
Notes
Hey, my dears! Sorry it took me a while to get this chapter up, my holiday's been way more busy than I expected! Let this update be a Christmas present :) The picture above is the damn death of me... ;) *shudders*
I hope you all have an amazing Christmas with your friends and family or whoever you're celebrating it with! Your support for Always is the greatest gift I ever could have received so thank you so very much! You guys are incredible and I love each and every one of you!
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11/19/17