It's Only Harry...

Chapter 4

I eventually picked a film that was playing on the cable. I was interested and curled up to the arm of the sofa, taking the blanket and bundling into it. After already having it around me, big hands tugged at the cloth forcing it out from underneath me. I gasped when I looked over at Harry smiling. I frowned as I curled back up into my tiny ball trying to keep warm. Trying to trick him into giving the blanket back actually. I chattered my teeth to make the act more dramatic. Instead he just spread the blanket over his body watching me suffer.

"You could always come and cuddle up to me. I'm kind of like a heat source." He winked at me with those words escaping his lips.

I cursed under my breath as I stood up and walked over too the drawer under the entertainment center. I pulled out the fluffy blanket that I hid there when I came over. I hoped that nobody had ever used it when I was away from it, besides Louis which I didn't mind. I laid the cloth over my body, attempting to get comfortable again as the large hands came back and snatched my blanket within his grasp. My face frowned hard as he handed me the blanket that I had had first. I stood up and looked at him like he was an idiot. He just strangely looked at me. I took the blanket within my tiny grasp as I tried to pry it back from him. I pulled and pulled, he didn't budge one bit. Not until he pulled the cloth towards himself causing me to plow over top of him. My cheeks instantly burned red in embarrassment. How could he be enjoying this right now? Wondering as a smirk was planted across his lips. I tried to pry myself off the top of him, but stopping me his hands landed on my lower back stopping me from moving. I kinda just sat on him awkwardly. One of my legs between his and the other straddled across.

"I like this position." He whispered. Making it only audible for me to hear, even though we were the only two in the flat awake. I was hoping Louis was asleep by now anyways.

My body still in shock, I couldn't unscramble my thoughts into making out words. The lump stuck in my throat wanting to say something, but I didn't know what to say. I've never been touched this way before, hints the term I'm a virgin. He knew that, it was one of the many questions that was asked the night before. Unfortunately, Harry wasn't a virgin. So if I tried anything I'm sure I'd look like a complete idiot. Why am I thinking that though? Oh wait, because I'm straddled on top of his left leg. Pushing quickly through my thoughts I felt Harry's hands run up and down my spine, etching closer and closer to my bum. At this point actions spoke louder than words for the both of us. He obviously was trying to get me to be someway intimate with him by the way he was touching me. I came into reality as I removed my hands which were placed on his chest catching my fall earlier and grabbed Harry's yanking them off my body. I dismounted his leg and began to exit the living room.

"Where you going?" Guilt running through his voice, knowing he'd went to far.

I ignored him as I walked towards the door. The lump still caught in my throat as I didn't know how to feel. I liked that we got put into that position, but he has no right to force me to stay and be some sort of sex toy. I exited the flat, then the apartment building. When I got to my truck I looked up at the window that showed Lou's flat. I noticed Harry peering out of it watching my every move. I just put my head down as I got in and started the vehicle. Revving the engine, I sped a little faster than usual from the parking spot that always was empty when I got there. It's like people thought I lived there or something. Thinking about it, I do go over there a lot.

Pulling into the drive way, I checked the time on my phone when I exited the truck. It was quarter till 2 as I unlocked my phone with messages from the same two people it has been lately.

From Louis:

Where'd you go? Did something happen? Are you okay? xx

From Harry:

I'm sorry if I scared you off Nichole, please don't hate me.

I just, got over whelmed by your perfection that my actions pushed the limit, I'm sorry. xx

I replied to the both, not knowing exactly what to say to them as my fingers glided against the keyboard thinking.

To Louis:

I decided to come home, I wasn't feeling good. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I'll talk to you soon, much love xx

To Harry:

I'm quite unsure of what to say. =/

Louis texted back telling me he'd talk to me later, unlike Harry who didn't reply as quick as Lou did. By the time I'd finished sending those messages I was already in the house heading up to my room. I heard the telly softly playing in the background knowing it was Amelia. I quietly ascended the stairs so she wouldn't put me directly on mum duty. I love my mum and all, but with what just happened with Harry I kinda just want to sit in my room and listen to music.

I closed the door to my bedroom slowly so it still wouldn't budge with my sister. My phone vibrated in my pocket, I retrieved it reading the message.

From Harry:

Then say yes.

Was all he said, I didn't understand so I replied to the obvious question.

To Harry:

Say yes to what?

Moments later I retrieved the next text. It pretty much asking me on a date. I didn't know what to do, so I went over and sat on my bed to contemplate on the idea of going on a date with Harry.

***Saturday***

I checked the mirror once more as I was pleased with what I was wearing. He said not to fancy, but not to lounge like either. As much as I would love to just have sweat pants on to some what ease the pressure within my uterus, I wanted to please him. I had on navy blue skinny jeans, a light pink knit jumper that went down about an inch from my hip, with my tough-looking combat boots. My hair was styled in a messy side bun, with curls hanging loose in different places. My make-up was causal and a simple bronze heart necklace hanging just below the valley of my torso. I checked the time noticing it was 5:15 pm. He said he'd pick me up around 5:30 no later than 6. Only because he'd never been to my house before causing chances of him getting lost. The time had passed quickly as I kept adjusting my clothes in nervousness. Amelia soon started to get mad as I wouldn't stop fidgeting with the chain around my neck. I stood up to go grab my coat before I heard knocking at my door.

Harry's POV

When I knocked on the door I heard someone call out a "Hold on a minuet" as I heard thumping of what it sounded to be stairs. As I waited my phone vibrated. It was a message from Louis.

From Louis:

Have fun lad, don't try anything stupid. Like I've said before- break her heart, I'll break your face. ;)

I'd like to see him try to hit me honestly. I'm a lot taller than he is and my structure is bolder than his. He maybe 20 years old, but he never mentally nor physically acts like he is. Out of my train of thought the door quickly flew open encountering my date. I put my phone on silent as I ignored Lou's text and shoved it back into my jacket pocket. As she closed the door I held my arms out for her being a gentlemen allowing ladies first. I also wanted to have the chance to look at her bum. It was a decent size as she kinda walked with a strut. I opened the passenger door open to my range rover sport as she got in. I jogged around the front to get to the drivers side to start the car and take her to my surprising destination. It was only a surprise to her anyways, I told Louis as we discussed a good place for me to take her. He told me what kind of food she does and doesn't like and that she doesn't like extremely fancy restaurants.