[DISCONTINUED] It Started as a Stunt ~a Harry Styles fanfiction

Overly Attracted

Harry's POV

Those blue eyes and those dimples that pop out of her pale cheeks. The way her long brown hair flows over shoulder. She was beautiful.

Don't fall in love

The words burned in the back of my head as Simon's voice replayed in my mind over and over again. I understood what Simon meant and what his intentions were but she fascinated me. The way she would furrow her eyebrows in thought and stare off into the distance like she was daydreaming. She was mysterious yet so welcoming. She smelled like peaches and her face was blemish free. She was so free and passionate. I didn't understand and I craved desperately to find out more about Dakota Alexander.

Seeing her nervous, made me uneasy. I just wanted to make her feel her better and rid the worries swirling around her mind. My emotions were overwhelming me. I was overly attracted and terribly convinced. She was shaking from our encounter with the paparazzi and it was obvious that this kind of attention made her frightened.

We were driving back to my flat when she looked on the verge of tears. It took everything in me, not to stop the car and wrap my arms around her. I wanted to touch her so bad. I wanted to have some sort of contact with her. My feelings were overwhelming.

When we pulled up to my flat, I stepped out the car and ran around the hood of the car to open up her door for her. Dakota laughed at my act as her dimples shined on her cheeks. As we walked into the warm building and took the lift up to my flat, she played with her fingers and ran them through her hair. I fumbled with my keys and unlocked my room door, opening it up for her "Ladies first," I said as she chuckled. We walked into my small flat and I threw my coat and keys on the kitchen table. When I looked over at her, I noticed a big smile spread across face. "What?" I laughed curiously as to what she smiling about. "Nothing, it's just that I would think that a huge popstar like you would own a massive flat. Your flat is just so small and cute" she said in amusement. It was true though. I used to own a huge flat with my best mate Louis. That's when fame started to get to my head and I need to ground myself and remember where I came from. Now I am happier than ever. My flat was still really really nice, it just wasn't as big and fancy as Lou and I's. Her eyes twinkled in delight at my place. It was obvious that she was a girl who lived to the small things in life and I loved that.

The time flew by as we spent the entire afternoon together. We both turned off our phones and spent the entire afternoon in complete bliss. We sat on sofa with mugs of tea near the fire place asking each other questions and enjoying each others company. She was a ball of energy and you could tell happiness radiated off her until I asked an innocent question. "Where does your family live?" I asked. As soon as I said that, her shoulders stiffened and eyes became watery. "I'm so sorry, you don't have to answer that." I mentally scolded myself for my foolishness. "No, you were only curious." She sniffled. "I just didn't have the best childhood." She nervously laughed. "If you don't want to talk about it, it's completely fine." I reassured her. "I'd actually like to get it out now." She said weakly. "Alright" I stated, grabbing her hand for comfort. "Well my family and I used to live in big house in Baltimore, Maryland. It was my mother, father and my older brother," she took a breath before continuing. "It started when I was eight years old and I was walking downstairs at night to get a glass of water. That's when I saw my mom stumbling in through the front door. I was about to open the kitchen door when I saw my father's shadow come up behind my mother. That was the very first time I saw him hurt her. He punched her right in the jaw and scolded her for being drunk. There were tears streaming down her face as he repeatedly hit her, over and over again. I was frozen in the moment, standing by the door when I started to scream out for my mother. Their heads immediately snapped up, and noticed the fear in my eyes. 'Hon-honey you have to-to go back to be-bed' my mother slurred. She was completely wasted. My father just walked up to me and stroked my thigh. I thought he was comforting me," thats when Dakota completely broke down and scooted closer to me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly. "He touched me, I was only eight and my mom just collapsed onto the floor from too much alcohol. I learned to tune out everything that was happening when he raped me almost every night. Every time he did, he would leave me shaking. My older brother, Ashton would sneak into my room after it happened and hold me. He would wipe away my tears and clean up sheets. He cared for me. He was my everything. But he ranway. He ranway when I needed him the most. I knew my father would hit him, but I'll never understand why he didn't take me with him." She cried softly. That selfish bastard. I couldn't help but clench my fists at the thought of him. How could he leave his little sister in the hands of those pysco parents. "I eventually earned enough money to get out of there too and I met Rachel and everything is better now, but the memories are still there.." I wiped the dripping tears off her cheeks. "Don't cry," I said softly. It pained me to see her cry. "I'm really sorry, I ruined the mood." She laughed as she tried to collect herself. "Dakota, you're safe now. No one is going to hurt you. I'm so sorry you had to go through that but no ones going to hurt you if Im around" I rubbed her back ever so softly and played with her hair.

Dakota's POV

I poured my heart and soul out to Harry and somehow I felt relived. He comforted me just like Ashton did, but I surprisingly didn't feel like he was going to leave me. I felt safe.

When I picked my self up and untangled my body from Harry's embrace, I looked out the window and saw the dusts of snow whisking around. "You can stay with me tonight, that blizzard is really rough." Harry said generously said to me. "Thank you so much." I said bubbly. I was silently thanking the weather gods for that blizzard. "Hold on, let me get you something to wear to bed" he said disappearing into his room. Harry came out with a large t-shirt and a pair boxers. "Thanks," I said sweetly. "You can change in my room," he said. I walked into his messy room, with books scattered around and a large TV screen in front of his bed. I braided my frizzy hair into a lose braid and stripped down to put on his clothes. They smelled just like him. His smell was like an evergreen and peppermint. It was heavenly. When I was done changing I walked out of his room and into the living room. He was staring out the window at the snow shirtless, wearing just a pair of grey sweatpants. I walked over to him in his large tee and rolled up boxers. We admired the snowflakes gently falling from the sky when his hand grazed mine, sending shivers up it. The fire was radiating off waves of heat throughout the room when he turned to face me.

My breath hitched as his face came closer to mine. His lips were barely touching mine before he whispered softly "Can I kiss you?" My heart was thumping loudly in my chest and his cool fresh breath lingered on my lips. I nodded slowly and fluttered my eyes closed, letting his kiss take me away.