Stereotypes (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 22 - Admitting and Running

Do you ever wake up somewhere familiar but yet you still can’t figure out where you are? That’s me right now. And then I hear the soft breathing next to me, Harry. He’s possibly the most adorable thing to watch sleep. His hair is all tousled, his long eyelashes resting softly, and his face, nothing but calm. There’s no stress, anger, sadness, or confusion, just calm.

“You’re staring at me.”

I jumped about 5 feet, how does he even know, his eyes are closed!

“Wh- I, how do you…?”

“I can feel you staring at me,” he said with a smile.

“Um, sorry.”

“Oh please, continue. I don’t mind.”

I just shake my head, he is so confusing.

Finally his eyes pop open and he looks up at me. “What’s up?”

“What’s up? You are so incredibly weird.”

“Okay, is ‘top of the mornin’ to ya’ better?”

“I thought Niall was the Irish one?” I asked sarcastically.

He chuckled then flung his arm at me, hitting me awkwardly. “Lay back down, it’s too early.”

“How do you know what time it is?” I asked, doing as he said.

“I don’t, but I’m still tired.”

“Aren’t the others wondering where you are?”

He opened his eyes and looked at me again, this time the sadness is back in his face. “Oh, I, I can leave if you want.”

“No no no! That’s not what I meant! I want you to stay! I was just wondering if they know where you are is all.” I’m such an idiot! No wonder everyone runs away from me like I’ve got a bomb attached to my chest.

His face relaxed again, “They know, and they don’t mind. They’re worried about you actually.”

“They are?”

“Yeah, I told them you’re okay though. You are okay, aren’t you?”

I took a deep breath, “I suppose so.”

His eyes are closed again as he continues talking, “You better be. Skylar?”

“Yeah?”

His eyebrows tightened, “Never mind.”

“Ask me.”

He stayed silent for a long moment and I was beginning to wonder if he’d gone back to sleep. “When someone says my name, what comes to your mind?”

Not quite what I was expecting. Also not something that I want to answer. My breathing becomes uneven, it was hard enough to admit I have feelings for him, but to tell him what exactly it is I think about him? No way.

“If you tell me, I’ll tell you what I think when I hear your name,” he said, his eyes still closed. Normally, I’d be opposed to someone trying to converse with me without looking at me but for this particular conversation, I find it comforting not to have his green eyes intimidating me.

“Um, well,” I begin. I feel goose bumps form all over my body and my voice shakes. “I think of your smile, your laugh, your dimples. I think of the way it feels when you hug me, the way you kissed me in the car yesterday. How after everything we’ve been through, all the fighting and horrible things I’ve said to you, you’ve never hesitated on helping me whenever I needed it. The way you call me ‘Sky’ for short.” I chuckled, “I’ve always liked your voice saying it, I just told you not to for that exact reason. I hated how much I liked, LIKE you. How at the very thought of you, which was and is nearly all the time, my stomach flops and my heart turns into goo. How I instantly want to be wrapped up in your arms and listen to the sound of your heart thumping in your chest, how I want to feel your mouth, to feel it on my head, my nose, my cheek, my forehead, my lips. How I want to reach over and tangle my fingers in your hair and make you smile, to feel your perfect hands cup my face as you tell me I’m beautiful. I want to run my hands along your stomach, your muscles, your chest, your extra two nipples that are nothing but adorable. I want to feel you, feel you everywhere. I want… I want you…” I decide to stop there before I got into his penis and everything I wanted to do with that. It was definitely not my intention to go into that much detail, to completely unravel my heart and thoughts, but once I got going, I couldn’t stop.