TREPIDATION // h.s

CHAPTER 7 //

Harry Styles

When we step out of the hotel, there is a light breeze in the sky, but the sun is still blazing down on us.

Delilah is walking a few meters in front of me, mouth shut. I'm guessing she's not planning on chatting with me. What a brat.

I can tell by the way she looks at me, she judges me. She thinks she's got me all figured out.  It's actually funny because she has no idea.

She thinks she's better than me too. Just because she has a rich daddy and because she's fucking hot.

She has probably never worked a day in her life, and she will never have to.

Some people, like her, have it easy in life. They have everything they could ever desire. Never worried about their next meal or tuition money or rent.

For someone who I dislike so much, I find her awfully attractive. I don't really know what it is about her, but she's just a different type of beautiful than you usually see.

I stare out at her walking in front of me. She has perfect long legs. The way her short jeans are hugging her ass is driving me insane.

Her long hair, hanging down her back looks like silk, glowing in the sunlight and I just want to run my fingers through it, I bet it smells so good. I bet she smells so good. Last night when we had the charger interaction, I could smell her faintly, and it was such an addictive scent.

Fuck, what am I doing? She's a pain in my ass, and there is just sexual tension between us, I shouldn't be thinking about how good she fucking smells. She's mad hot and it's making me think these things, that's all.

"Are you not going to talk at all?" I daunt her.

She turns around and stops for a second until I'm caught up next to her.

"Oh, now you want me to speak? This morning I had to watch my mouth, but now I should speak." She says with anger, crossing her arms on her chest.

"C'mon Peach, it's not that deep," I say looking down at her walking next to me.

"Could you stop calling me Peach, honestly it's really weird?"

I just smile to myself.

"So lady things, huh ?" This should end well.

"Oh, could you just shut up !" She tries to keep up the whole angry act, but I can see the small smile on her face.

I lean my head down to her neck. "Make me," I whisper into her ear.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, she playfully shoves me away and starts walking again.

"Yeah, you wish." I hear her mutter under her breath.

We walk for a few seconds in silence.

"Why are you bringing that?" She asks referring to the camera hanging around my neck.

"I like to take photos," I answer shortly.

"Photos of what ?"

I think for a while before answering. "Beautiful things."

"Hmm, that's vague ."

I shrug. "I'm a vague type of guy."

"Yeah, I've noticed." She rolls her eyes at me, and she keeps on walking, unaware that I've stopped.

She comes to a halt and then she spins around on her heel.

"Why'd you stop?" She frowns at me in confusion.