Everything About You (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8

“Babe? Wake up.” Harry’s deep, raspy, lovable voice was what I woke up to. “You look adorable right now, but I want to talk to you.” I imagined him pouting, his perfectly shaped, light pink colored bottom lip sticking out faintly.

I felt his hot breath on my neck and his lips brushed against my cheek. “You’ll want to wake up when you find out what I’ve planned.” He said with a flirty tone. My eyelids sprung open to Harry’s sea green colored eyes. A smile instantly appeared on both of our faces as we looked into each other’s eyes.

“Finally, you’re awake.” Harry said happily. His smile turned into a smirk and the cheerful spark in his eyes turned into a predatory, fierce one. “I can’t wait to get these clothes off of you.” Harry growled. I giggled until his eyes flickered to something and he quickly added, “…So we can go swimming in my pool.”

I sat up and saw that I was still lying in my mum’s truck. Slowly turning to the side, I saw my mum walking towards Harry and I. So that’s why he’d had to cover up his words like that.  “Harry, why am I still here?” The hungry look in his eyes flashed away and were replaced with a kind, gentle look.

“Well you got here a couple minutes before 7. I couldn’t wait to see you so I came here and saw your mum standing where I am now, trying to wake you up. I told her that she could go inside and I’d wake you. I’ve been here for about 15 minutes now, trying to get you to wake. You were just so cute and I didn’t want to disturb you.”

I reached out and delicately moved some curls away from Harry’s face so I could experience the full, wonderfully irresistible face of his. His fingers grasped mine and tangled them together. He took my hand and I got out of the truck. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as graceful as I was hoping. I stumbled and would’ve fallen if it wasn’t for Harry’s quick reflexes.

“I’ve got you, babe.” He assured me and pulled me close to his chest. I laid both of my hands on his chest, my fingers each spread apart, and leaned in. He leaned in too and our lips almost met…until my mum decided to interrupt us. “Oh, Emery you’re awake,” she stated with amusement in her voice.

I dropped my hands from Harry’s chest and blushed. She knew exactly that she’d bothered us, and that had been her plan. “Yeah, I’m going to Harry’s now. Love you!” I replied and I took Harry’s large hand in mine. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” I heard my mum warn me before Harry and I strolled across the street to his house.

Harry got out his keys, unlocking the door, and shoved it open. The area we entered was dark, except I could see the outline of the walls. Harry reached out and flipped a light on, pulling me inside and shutting the door behind us. “Is your mum here?” I whispered to him anxiously.

“Nope!” His lips made a noticeable popping sound as he pronounced the “p”. He tugged me down the hall to his room and slammed the door behind once we arrived inside. “Oops, I didn’t mean to slam it.” He commented when I jumped from the loud sound.

“Can I ask you something?” Harry said nervously. Was he going to ask me to be his girlfriend?! “What song do you think I should sing when I go on X Factor?” No, I guess he wasn’t going to ask me. I sighed disappointedly and hoped that Harry didn’t notice.

Luckily, he was too busy setting his phone on his desk to pay too close attention. “I’m not sure. What were you thinking of singing?” He plopped down on his bed and shrugged. “I don’t even know. It’s stressing me though.” I went over and sat beside him, grabbing his hand and putting it in my lap. I marveled over how large it was while he watched me calmly.

“I like your hand.” I said whilst staring at it. I just like all of him though. Harry chuckled and slipped his hand out of my grasp. I almost complained until he used both of his strong hands to pull me onto his lap. He gratefully returned his hand to me once he was satisfied on where I was.