Gentleman In Distress [H.S]

Seventeen

A/N: I made this edit myself and I'm very proud, lol just wanted to put that out there. Anyway, enjoy!!

Harry

With trembling hands I looked at the address on the paper I was holding before allowing my eyes to move towards the house in front me.Yes, I had been here before but I wanted to be certain that  I was definitely at the right place. Nervously, I stepped out of the car and made my way to the front door. I rang the doorbell taking a step back as I prepared myself to see her again and also hoped that the  police officer from before wasn't here. There was nothing, absolutely nothing in this world that could have prepared me to see her beautiful face again, her dimpled smile, her hazel brown eyes. So, naturally, when she opened the door with a small smile on her face I was taken aback and at a loss of words.She was even more beautiful than I remembered and it felt like I was seeing her for the first time all over again, I didn't know how to act or react.

"Iris." I managed to let out in a small whisper and she looked at me with a stunned expression.

"Harry?" She questioned in surprise, eyes widening and her grip on the door tightening."What are you doing here?"

"Wow, most girls are happy to see me." The words came out of my mouth before I could process them and I wanted to slap myself for being so stupid. Of all things to say, that's what I go with? Never, since One Direction, had a girl made me feel so nervous and scared. It had been a while since I've had to go out of my way to impress a girl and clearly I was losing my touch. My words obviously did not impress and a brief look of disappointment and sadness played on her face. I was trying not to look like an arrogant pop star and yet here I was, looking like an arrogant pop star. My God, I was a fucking idiot. "How are you?" I asked,hoping to make up for my stupidity.

"Good." She answered simply. "Would you like to, uh,  come in?" I nodded my head quickly causing her to chuckle, I smiled triumphantly, I had made her laugh. I walked into her house and was immediately greeted with an aura of warmth and loving. I knew she lived alone because I remember she told me during the many times I visited her in the hospital. However, being here in her house, I was in awe at how hard-working she was for her to own a place like this at such a young age. It was a beautiful house not very big but spacious enough and it was located in central London, houses in London were never cheap. Needless to say, I was impressed.

"Your house is amazing." I said, looking around in awe. Though, I couldn't really tell because of her darker skin colour, I could sense she was blushing as she looked down at her feet sheepishly.

"Thank you. Do you want to something to drink or eat?" She asked awkwardly and I shook my head.

"No, I would like to just here with you and talk.I've missed you." I admitted. I sat down on her couch and she sat down next to me.

"I'm not going to lie, I missed your frequent visits." I smiled at her words, overjoyed knowing that she appreciated my company.

"How's the wound?"

"It's still healing, the Doctor says it will leave a nasty scar but at least I'll have a constant reminder of the time I saved the Harry Styles." I admired her optimism, most girls would be worried about something like that but she was prepared to wear it with pride. Iris was brave, dauntless even. She depicted these characteristics from the very first day we met.Being here, staring at her and memorizing every part of her; the way the corner of her mouth crinkled when she smiled or laughed, the way her eyes widened and she flailed her arms when she wanted to say something exciting, the way she always had two loose braids framing her face perfectly when her hair was tied up, the way she always listened intently to what I had to say even if it was stupid, the way she was just perfect. I could not bear the thought of leaving her again but I knew I had to, I had to soon.