Least Expected - A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 6

I was soon questioning the words I blurted out. Did she think this was too soon? Am I moving too fast? She just had a blank expression on her face. She just..stood there. And all of a sudden, the tears stopped pouring. Alexa smiled, widest I have ever seen her smile , to a point where her dimples showed, and it was the most adorable thing I have ever seen. She touched my hand gently and whispered in my ear "I love you too, Harry" , I could feel her warm breath radiating against my skin. I looked into those gorgeous doe eyed green orbs, and kissed her. The pace started to increase, everything in my body tingling, I couldn't control myself. I wanted her so bad. For once I felt like I wasn't famous, she was the only one who knew me and I was the only one who knew her, and I wanted her all to myself. I didn't want to take advantage of her, so when her hand drifted up my shirt, I stopped her. She looked puzzled, "What's wrong?" she said. "I just don't want you to regret this later, love" , as I pushed my shirt down and kissed her forehead. She grinned, like she knew my intentions and she respected them. She KNEW I wanted her, but she was just different. Most girls would pounce right back to the point where she was, but she stopped. She knew something special was coming, and we both didn't want to ruin it.

We both woke up the next morning, her cradled against my chest as one of my arms draped across her stomach. It felt nice, having someone. We were cozied up under the blanket, our body heat regulating against each other, feeling safe. I slowly tried to sit up and hop off the couch, trying not to wake her, as I went to make some breakfast. But then I remembered, I cant cook. I put on a clean white tee with a brown trench coat as I walked out of my flat. There was a little café I went to, where the day before as we walked down Oxford Street, I remembered her having her eye on. So I stepped inside and got her favorite drink, a skinny mocha Frappuccino, and myself, the same. Some breakfast sandwiches and fruit, as I made my way back to my flat. I stepped inside to see the blanket folded on the couch with a small note on top, written in blue ink.

"Thanks for a great day yesterday, I Love You xx"

My eyes widened, I was a little taken back. No number, no house address, nothing. Out of everything that has happened, this was what I least expected.