Give Me Love. (Harry Styles Love Story)

~ Spencer's POV~

I rolled on to my left side so I didn't have to see him. I could hear his heavy, rapid breathing start to slow down. I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt his hand on my leg. He slowly trailed it up to my stomach and turned me on to my back. I stared at the ceiling. I felt his green eyes burning holes into the side of my face. His hand was still rested on my stomach, his finger tips lightly tracing random patterns on my skin. I knew I was going to get the lecture again soon... But I didn't want to leave just yet. We lay there, silent for a moment. Our bodies entangled in the sheets. Quickly, I sat up and gathered my clothes from around the room. Each piece of clothing I pick up, making me regret my decision even more.

"You're leaving already?..." Harry asked, sounding a bit hurt.

I looked at him, nodded. "Yeah. I have to go." I said. "Jesse is picking me up from my apartment in half an hour."

"Oh... Right. Jesse..." Harry says as he slowly stands up. "The boyfriend that you love oh so much..." He mumbles under his breath. I pretend not to hear it. I wasn't really in the mood for this conversation right now.

I watched as he got dressed. His back turned to me as he put on a fresh pair of boxers. He rummaged through the drawers a bit more before finding a pair of black skinny jeans. His biceps flexing as he pulled them on. Harry turns and looks at me as he pulls his shirt over his head.

"Come on, let's go." He says as he briskly walks by me. The anger evident in his deep voice. My heart sank and guilt washed over me. I followed behind Harry, waiting as he locked the door to his house.

We walked side by side to his Range Rover. Close, but not close enough to be touching. I wanted so badly for him to grab my hand, but at the same time I didn't. I felt angry at myself for thinking something like that. I was in love with Jesse. Not Harry. I walked around the front of the car and quickly climbed into the passenger seat.

"Harry, don't be mad ple-" I was cut off by Harry.

"I'm not mad. Just stop ok?" He says. I nodded my head and looked out the window as he slowly drove down the road.

"You're the worst liar on earth Harry. Even if we weren't best friends I'd be able to tell if you were lying." I shook my head in frustration.

Harry chuckles. "I know..." He says, his voice leaking a bit of sadness.

I watched him as he focused on the road. Trying to ignore the fact that I was there in the car with him. The rest of the drive was silent, except for the radio playing Ed Sheeran's 'Give Me Love' and Harry softly singing along.