Attitude Adjustments -Harry Styles Love Story-

Chapter 8

I hung and folded all my clothes away neatly and placed all my other belongings along the shelf that sat a meter above my bed. I took out my last possesion, a picture of me and my bestfriend..both of us with huge grins plastered to our faces, ice cream smothered both our chins and our arms slung around one anothers shoulders. His hair was straight and it fell over his eyes like a bowl cut grown out, I had my natrual brown wavy hair which was tied up in a high pony tail a few strands falling over my face. His eyes were a piercing green, the kind you wouldn't be able to stare in for more than a minute, while mine were a blunt brown shade. I blew on the pictures watching as the few bits of dust flew from the glass and onto the wodden floor, I placed the picture back and turned to walk out, I bumped into a soft but muscly body on my way causing my small fragile figure to stumble backwards. I felt big hands wrap around my upper arm, just under my armpit that pulled me back to get my balance, I looked up to notice the curly locks that fell over his forehead, I quickly stepped back and looked down "um, thanks" I said barely a whisper. I heard him chuckle "what was that?" he teased. I looked up at him and sighed "thank you I said you idiot" I groaned pushing him out of my way as I walked down the stairs and into the living room to find Carol, Payton and Drew in the living room with the TV on low volume, I was about to walk in when I heard my name, I stopped dead in my tracks and leaned against the wall and listened into their conversation. "Beth asked me about him last night" Payton whispered loudly so her family could hear "She always asks about him..It's like he's on her mind 24/7" she sighed. I nodded confirming to myself that they're talking about him. "Should we tell her?" Drew asked. 

"No, no we shouldn't" Carol commented sternly "Beth is not to know of this conversation do you hear me?" I could imagine both Drew and Payton nodded to their mum and the conversation finishing there. I turned around to be greeted by a Harry Styles in some grey tracksuit bottoms with the black band of his boxers peeping over, his shirtless chest was exposed, it was tanned, broad and his muscles seemed almost perfect. My eyes slowly rolled up towards the smirk that formed on his face "Like what you see?" He laughed pulling a can of coke out from the fridge and take a large gulp. I walked in and tried to pull myself up onto the counter only to fall down and bang my hip, my cheeks blushed slightly being the reason of my small height I couldn't climb up, I lifted the hem of my top up to see if the wound looked as bad as it hurt, a purple swelling emerged from under my skin, I sighed and dropped the edge of my top "ouch, that's going to bruise" Harry said from behind me, his hot breath fanning my neck, I turned around in one quick movement making my hair spin around me "don't do that" I held onto my heart which was beating in an odd pace, i'm sure the beating could've broken my rib cage to tiny pieces. "do what?" His husky voice toned down slightly as a smirk plastered to his face.

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