Change My Mind (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 14: Waking up.

Recap: I ran out of the door.

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I could't believe I was walking back to my house from Harry's alone.

I was about 1/3 of the way, and I was freezing. It was misting out, lightly, and it was dark. I knew being on the streets of London late wasn't good. And most people get into trouble walking alone here late. I hated myself for being so stubborn with Harry. He was just-

I don't know what he was doing. Why the hell would he kiss me, though.

After what happened tonight, I've been shaken up, and he hasn't helped one bit. My wrists still hurt from when Connor forcefully grabbed them, and there was a spot on my back that hurt as well.

"Amber!" I heard someone call out. I turned around to find Harry right behind me.

He came up to me. "I'm sorry." He whispered. What I did next wasn't expected. I pressed my lips to his, for a second then let go.

I could barley see Harry at this point, because of how dark it was. Which meant he couldn't see me blushing, thankfully.

Harry pulled me into his embrace, and I wrapped my arms around him. I burried my face into his chest and rested for a couple minutes. I decided to speak up finally, saying something I would'nt have said earlier.

"Can I come back to your place?" I whispered.

Through the thick black night, I could see Harry's smile. He turned around facing the direction of his house, which turned me as he has his arm around my waist. 

As we walked, Harry slipped his jacket off and put it on me. "Thanks" I whispered.

"Its no problem, love." He said quielty.

Walking with Harry felt so much better. I felt safe. I didn't have the feeling anyone was going to hurt me. 

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I opened my eyes that the sunlight irritated. I rolled over and groaned into my pillow. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I opened my eyes and suddenly realised where I was. I was in bed. Not my bed. Harry's bed. And he was next to me. Sleeping. Shirtless.

Harrys hand snaked around my waist pulling me down next to him. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me close to him. My back pressed against his stomach.

"Morning, love" He whispered into my ear.

"Stop Harry" I whispered.

Harry didn't speak again. He must've fallen back asleep. His arms still held me into him strongly. Now I realised that he wasn't wearing a shirt or pants. He was just in his black Calvin Klein underwear. I felt myself tense up, knowing that was all he was wearing when I was in bed with him. Then I made myself relax. I shut my eyes and drifted back to sleep.

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"Awe look at the love couple sleeping!" I heard a fimiliar voice yell.

I groaned and put my face into the pillow trying to get back to sleep.

I felt the bed start moving. "YOU TWO MUST HAVE GOTTEN BUSY LAST NIGHT!" Someone yelled in my ear. I looked up to see who it was. Louis.

"Shuddup, Lou!" Harry groaned pulling me closer to his bare chest.

"So you want to tell me the story of how you two ended up in bed. TOGETHER." Louis said.

"Louis get out." Harry said. 

Louis had a little smile on his face.  "Alright. I'd want privacy if I was having sex too." He laughed.

"Bloody hell, Lou." Harry said. I could tell Harry wasn't mad at Louis, but he wanted him out.