Lie to Me // Harry Styles A.U.

#9 BLAKE

Heaven isn't as beautiful as you
So what if I'm fucked up, fallin' in love?
So what if I'm such a sucker for pleasure?
So what if one night is never enough?
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I wasn't fully awake till I heard the sizzling of the eggs and not the good kind of sizzling. I snap out of my dream state and come to see my sunny side eggs burnt on the bottom. My coffee brewed too late and I was not able to get the caffeine in my veins to realize the situation I have put my breakfast in.

I tossed the burnt eggs and sat down to drink my coffee before returning to my food preparation. The coffee was the flavored ones you could get that didn't really need any creamer or sugar, but I still put some milk to ease my hatred towards black coffee. I truly didn't have any motivation to make another pair of sunny-side eggs and I honestly wasn't that hungry. But, I knew that my kickboxing session later was going to make me regret not fueling my body.

The bag helped release all my piled-up anger and stress going on in my life. With every punch, it was another part of me that felt free. The first punching set was for my father, the bastard ruined my life. The next jabbing sets were for my father as well but from my mother's perspective. She deserved it and I knew she had a lot of pent up feelings towards him. The rest of the workout was provoked by something new, something that has never riled me up before; Harry.

Within the small amount of time I knew him, he was already invading my mind. The way his emerald eyes would return my intense gaze, how he understood exactly what to do during my outburst, his long hair flowing behind him as he watched the dark marina. If this was me a few months ago, before really getting to know him, I would be thinking of all his flaws. Just like I did the first night I met him. But each punch kept reminding me of every shadow and crevice on his angelic face.

His right dimple is going deeper than his left when he smiles.

Jab and cross.

His cheeks subconsciously turn light pink when I call him 'dimples'.

Knee strike.

Making sure his eyes stare into my own as much as he physically can, not knowing how captivating a deep shade of green can be.

Hook and elbow strike.

How peaceful he looked surrounded by criminals like him, doing the drugs he has done before, and trusting me enough to fall asleep with me exposed to the illegal lifestyle.

At that thought, I ripped my gloves off. I needed my towel before I could start to overheat at the thought of who I was getting involved with. I walked over to my bag and grabbed my water bottle to quench my thirst. My phone fell out of my bag as I grabbed my workout cloth and I came to see that someone was actually calling me. Perfect timing.

'Hello?' I was still out of breath due to my previous hour-long workout session.

'Hello, Blake. Did I call you at an appropriate time?' She seemed uncomfortable and I was confused, before realizing that there was another activity I could have been doing to result in my out-of-breathiness.

'Oh my god, no! I was just getting my hour in before I saw you called. Did you need anything?' I chuckled, knowing that she wouldn't call me if she didn't need something.

'Don't act like you don't know the answer, E. I want updates. I need updates.' She seemed a little too excited about new information about my life. But again, that was her job.

I decided to give in and tell her about Harry. I told her how he was slightly different when around me and when around the boys, he was very observant and sincere, even if he didn't mean to be; kind of like me. I scarcely tell her about the little intimate moments we had between us, I was never the one to kiss and tell.