Up In My Head (Harry Styles/One Direction) [EDITING]

9. One Thing

A/N:

Here's chapter 9 for my wonderful readers :) I just wanted to tell you how much your support means to me. Well... It means A LOT. Thank you do much. YOU ARE THE BEST

So this is the last chapter that will take place in Malmö and then Jess and the band will transfer to Gothenburg. And please tell me know what you think of the chapter in the comment box when you've read! :D

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Ellie

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Chapter 9 

One Thing

Harry was standing on a small towel on the floor, looking straight at me where I'd just entered the bathroom. His dark hair was wet from the shower, making his curls not very curly anymore. The bright light from the spotlights in the roof shone down on his body, causing the million water drops to shine on his tanned skin. The eyelashes that framed his green eyes were wet and dark, making his pretty eyes look innocent and questioning. Water was dripping from his hair, following his cheekbones down to his chin. The drops ran down his muscular neck, struggling to get past his collarbone, before sliding down his chest. They reached his abs, gently passing the muscles, and continued further down.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed and quickly turned around from his naked body. I felt my face turn read and hot when the blood rushed to my cheeks. I heard Harry move behind me and expected him to leave the room.

"Hey, it's fine." I slowly turned around, my face still very red, and saw him standing in front of me with a white towel wrapped around his hip.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't know you were in here..."

"It's okay," he answered with a shrug. Was I imagining or was he blushing as well?

"I... didn't see anything. I promise," I said and tried to keep my voice normal.

"From the way you're blushing right now, I bet you did," Harry said and took a few steps closer to me. His words made me blush even more and so did the fact that he was standing really close to me, wearing just a towel. A small smile entered his irresistible lips, making his dimples show again, and he removed a lock of hair from my face. The skin contact made me shiver and gave me a minor heart attack, but I wasn't going to show him that. "Have you been crying?" he asked carefully, probably noticing my smudged make up. I just shook my head.

"No, I... I'm... I should probably leave."

"Okay..." Harry whispered turning my legs into jelly. "Nice talking to you."

"Mmhm..." I nodded, stiff like a stick before leaving his body heat and the way too hot bathroom.

I gently closed the bathroom door behind me, biting my lip so hard it started bleeding. My brain tried to tell my body to stop shaking while my heart asked why. 'Why should I stop thinking about his face?' 'Why should I stop smiling at his voice?' 'Why should I stop shaking every time he was closer than three feet to me?'

Deep in my heart, I knew that I liked the thought of his face. I liked the fact that I smiled whenever I heard his voice. And I liked when he got my body to shiver. So why did I keep ignoring it? Why did I try to stay away from him as much as possible?

Because it could never happen.

Because we could never happen.

So get out, get out, get out of my head