Chapter 19:

---{Harry's POV}---

I felt a gust of wind hit my body, making me shiver uncontrollably.

Faith was gone.

I lay empty in her bed, my eyes opening slightly as I look around in search for her small frame, not finding her. My eyes squint at the harsh light and I scrunch my face as I start to get out of bed and walking towards the door; I hear a familiar sound as I decend the stairs, the light sound getting louder and more recognisable as I walk towards the once 'mystery room'. I stood leaning against the doorframe, taking in the sight ahead of me.

There she sat on the piano stool, her fingers effortlessly gliding across the ivory keys as she played Beethovens Moonlight Sonata, her eyes closed as she was hypnotised by the music. Atop of the piano was a glass vase with a few pink flowers in, the bright colour contrasting in the gold room. I knew that Faith's favourite flower was a white rose, she often brought different flowers back to her house that weren't really appreciated by customers. Left-over flowers you could say. Her house always smelled amazing when I came in, the sweet smells of the lily's or roses or carnations just filled the air.

I remained in my place as she finished; seeing me out the corner of her eye, she turned her head to face me only to look down at her fingers straight after and bite her lip.

My legs carried me towards her, she stood up nervously and pushed the stool underneath the piano, her head remained facing the floor as she refused to look at me. In confusion, I scrunched my eyebrows at her actions, "What's wrong?" I ask as I stood directly in front of her, my large frame towering over hers.

"N-nothing." she stammered, still facing the floor as she now began to fiddle with her fingers.

"Hey," I tilted her head up to face me, her eyes looking anywhere but mine, "Look at me." she argued with herself for a few seconds before reluctantly looking at me, my eyes softened as I saw how vulnerable she looked. "Tell me what's wrong." I asked and cupped my hand against her cheek.

"I'm scared Harry." I frowned and concentrated on her expression, she was so nervous, like she didn't know what to do with herself.

"What are you scared of love?" I asked calmly and moved my hand to her arm, rubbing it up and down to comfort her. I would do anything in my power to protect her, she's been through too much, she doesn't need anything else bad happening to her.

"You." she whispered, almost in audible, but I heard it. I was shocked at her response, not expecting that answer.

"Me? Why?" I questioned, why is she scared of me?

"I'm scared of how I feel about you Harry." she whispered and looked into my eyes. I shook my head lightly, she has no need to be scared. I was about to tell her not to worry about anything, but she cut me off, "I've never felt this way for anyone before, especially not this quickly," she laughed nervously, "You make me sing." My eyes softened as I looked at her, her eyes glazing over ever so slightly, "And I haven't sang in a long time." I remember her telling me that she hadn't sang since her parents died, which was over a year ago. "You've done so much for me and you give me everything I could ever want from life, but I feel guilty because I don't have anything to give you in return." she sniffled lightly.

"You don't have to give me anything love, just being with you is enough." I replied, moving a loose strand of her brown wavy locks from her face as she glanced back up at me.

She stayed quiet as her small feet walked over to the vase positioned on the top of the baby grand piano. Her dainty fingers took one of the pink flowers out and she walked back over to me, standing in front of me in her previous position. After a few seconds of composing herself, she finally broke the silence and decided to speak.

"Through my five years of working in a flourists and meeting all kinds of people, I've realised that flowers mean different things to different people." she took at large in take of breath before continuing her mini speech. "Listen, I might not be able to give you fancy days out, or amazing dates, or even a chance to meet my family; But one thing I know I can give you, is something that no-one else has Harry. My heart. And if I'm being completely honest, I gave it to you a long time ago, I was just too scared to admit it." she confessed as she fiddled with the flower in her hands. "This is a Camellia flower. For me, it symbolises love. And I want you to have it." I smiled and carefully took the flower from her hands, her soft textured skin grazing mine during the exchange. I walk over to the vase and pick out another flower, walking back over to where she stood.

"For me, it symbolises perfection, and happiness... And love." I finish as I hand it over to her, a small smile creeping onto her lips "And I want you to have it." A smile erupted on my lip as I watched her, her nimble fingers raising the flower to her nose and taking in its sweet scent. Her eyes glanced up to mine, I looked at her beautiful appearance in awe before speaking, not even having to think about what to say, "I love you Faith." I whispered as I stepped closer, my eyes never leaving hers as wrapped my arms around her waist, my frame towering over hers.

"I love you, Harry." she whispered too, snaking her arms around my neck and pulling me closer, our lips crashing together lovingly. We had both just confessed our feelings for one another, expressing our love in a way that we both understood fully. We shared a moment of pure passion, my tongue grazing across her bottom lip as I begged for entrance. The kiss got even more heated as she accepted and I plunged my tongue into her mouth, wanting to feel every spark and shock that I have before. Our tongues wrestled each other softly and I tightened my grip around her as she did the same.

After a few more minutes of intense kissing we pulled away and panted for breath, our faces still inches apart and our eyes flickering from lips and back up to eyes. "Hey," I whispered, "how about we take a trip?" I asked her, an idea brewing inside my head.

"What do you mean?" she asked, our grasps on each other never loosening.

"I want to take you to Holmes Chapel. To meet my family. I want you in my life Faith, as more than just a friend." She smiled and chuckled, her eyes flickered to mine. "Will you be my girlfriend Faith?" I asked hopefully, she answered by placing her lips to mine in a sweet kiss.

"Of course I will." her smile widened and she pecked my lips before placing the flowers in her vase and moving it in the living room, so everyone could see. Her actions made me smile, knowing that she had placed on the windowsill and in full view of any passerbys - because once they look at them they'll see something beautiful, and to me, that's what Faith was.

Her phone vibrated and she picked it up off of the coffee table, "Hello?" she asked, a small smile on her face as she first answered. Her eyes immediately furrowed and her face fell, tears brimming her eyes; I rushed over to her, "oh my god" she whispered in disbelief, "This can't be right, this isnt happeni-" she cried hysetically before stopping, strong tears now running down her cheeks. She raised her free hand to her forehead in distress and looked up at me through her glassy eyes, her next word sending a cold shiver down my spine, the word haunting me as I awaited to know what had happened. Her desperate voice cracked, whispering finally...

"No."

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