Lifted (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 4

*Saturday Morning*

I heard banging on the door. I woke and moved my hair from my eyes. I sighed. "Why me?" I mumbled under my breath. I looked at the time on my phone. My eyes widened as the clock read 11:57! It was almost noon! I couldn't believe I had slept in that late. I couldn't tell whether it was the restless nights of the weekdays, preparing for school, or the bad night I had last night. I was just happy my energy was now complete. I almost forgot about the knocking on the door until it occurred again. I got up and walked to the door. I slowly opened the door. I gasped when I realized it was Harry. Why would he come back after I slapped and pushed him away from me? I was surprised that he wasn't giving up.

"Good afternoon. Someone have a good nights sleep?" He glanced at my hair which was very messy. He couldn't help but let a chuckle escape his pink lips.

"That's not funny!" I couldn't help but giggle in embarrassment, trying to brush my hair through with the tips of my fingers. "Don't you have somewhere you need to be?" I asked in a husky voice, smiling.

"Nowhere but here." He smirked.

I couldn't help myself from glazing over at his dimples. They were beautiful, small indents. I found myself grinning at his dimples. I had no intentions of looking away, but I didn't realize Harry looking at me in confusion.

"Are you alright?" He smiled, looking at my hand. "I would grab your hand but I don't want to get punched in the face." He chuckled.

"Stop it!" I batted at his chest. "It was my instinct." I rolled my eyes.

"Do you forgive me?" He asked in a raspy voice, fearing my answer.

"No, do you forgive me?" I smiled, lightly planting a kiss on his cheek.

He looked very surprised. I watched his lips part. "I didn't expect that.." He rubbed his cheek.

"I didn't either." I whispered.

Before I could say anything else he slipped his hands on my waist and kissed my lips. I took his hands from my waist. "Not so fast!" I barked.

He chuckled. "Maybe later." He winked.

I rolled my eyes. Then we walked to his car, he locked his eyes on mine. "Did I ever get your number?" He asked, but I knew that he knew that I didn't give him my number. He just said that to bring the topic up. It was very obvious. But I grabbed his phone and put my number in it anyways, but then I started thinking.. I typed my name as Kyla. And sneakily smiled. I returned his phone placing it on the dashboard.

"You're beautiful." He complimented while nudging some lose hairs on the side from my face.

I just glared at his beautiful green orbs and his permed hair. He impressed me, I was still worried about Kyla. So I looked away avoiding his affection. He placed his right hand on my left knee and rubbed my knee. I looked at his hand in concern.

"Don't you already have a special someone named Kyla?!" I relocated his hand from my knee.

He then looked at me.

"I can explain that.. You got it all wrong!" He assured quickly.

"Just stop. I don't want you to talk to me about it. I can already tell what's going on." I rolled my eyes.

He didn't even tempt to answer me. He just stared at the road, I could tell he was a little upset, so I tried to change the subject.

"What's your moms name?" I asked trying to be polite.

"Anne." He blurred out in annoyance.

"Any brothers?"

"1 sister." He looked at me, with a small grin.