Harry.
My eyes shoot open and I look frantically around the room. I turn to my left and see a basic living room, and then I turn to my right, where Harry happens to be standing. Behind him, a clock, reading 1:45 pm. He gives a chuckle; not a normal one, but an almost sexy, slow, low laugh. His laugh sent chills down my spine.
"You said my name.....?" He mumbles, leaning in closer.
I sit up straight as a rod, unintentionally bringing myself closer to Harry. So close, I should be able to feel his hot breath on my neck.
Snapping me out of my thoughts, he grabs the hem of my shirt and pushes me down to the bed, crawling on top of me. I can't feel anything, and don't feel anything. With Harry's hands fumbling with my shirt, I catch one more glance at the clock. 5:37.
How?
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Harry.
My eyes open again. A dream. It was all a fucking dream.
I'm laying on the concrete of my porch, staring at a crouched-down Harry.
"Whoah, you okay man? You kinda just...uhm, collapsed!"
He's talking to me. Get the words from your brain, and into your mouth, Louis.
"Oh, yeah, I guess. Must've been from my hand. Yeah."
"Well, okay. I'd wrap that up," Harry shyly mumbled.
"Yeah."
"Well...bye."
"Bye."
I turn my back and them walk inside, immediately leaning against the shut door. I let out a choked breath, then sank down to the ground. I had a conversation with Harry Styles. I couldn't doubt my feelings for him now. I was deeply and crazily in love with the curly haired boy, and I would make him love me.
I stumbled to my kitchen, checking the actual time. I ran my bloodied hand under the faucet to rinse out the cut. It turned out to be the tiniest thing that just cut a large vein.
Harry had touched me there, I thought. Taking Harry's advice, I found some gauze and wrapped my hand. I tiredly trudged to my laptop to finish watching last nights recording. Thankfully, the girl left quickly, leaving Harry to sleep, and me to watch him.
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Random8:15: Curly haired boy woke up. 8:37: He changed his clothes. 8:43: Brushes teeth. 8:45: Eats breakfast. Everyday. I know his routine. I watch him.
