Fate [a Harry Styles fanfic]

Chapter 18

A/N : It took me a while but I've picked someone for Melissa's character. It's Selena Gomez. Soon I'll be posting the rest of the cast.

Melissa's POV

Harry sleeps peacefully by my side. His head is muffled on my neck, little snores escaping his pink lips, slightly parted. His hands are strongly placed around my waist, the heat our bodies are emanating a bit unconfortable.

But I won't be the one breaking this. This feels so good, so relaxing.

After all that happened, the night turned out to be better. Better because of him.

If somebody would told me that I would end up this close with Harry, I'd have laughed in their face. Literally. I swear I would never imagine myself here, with him. Harry was a completely ass from the beggining and was never the one I thought to be friends with.

Friends.

I don't even know what we are. But we definitly made some progress.

Thinking about the last events, I know now that Harry has done much more than just save me from them. He could just have them stopped and make them leave and not give a damn about me after that.

But he actually did. He not only saved me, but also conforted me, made me calmer and gave me his home, his bed, his clothes, his embrace...

Now how can I even compare this guy as the same guy I first met? That guy was rude and insensitive. The one sleeping next to me is caring and protective. Completly opposites. Yet they have one thing in common.

Both drive me madly crazy.

Harry's grip has extended a bit and his head rests now on the pillow. This allows me to free myself a little, because although it was quite comfortable, the heat we were emanating was making my skin burn.

I turn around and his eyes are open.

"I thought you were asleep."

"Wanted to see me sleep huh?" He gets to my thoughts making me blush.

He lets out a heavy yawn and smirks. "I'm getting up. Stay here."

"Where are you going and why do I have to stay here?" I watch as he stands up, nothing but his boxers on. My eyes immediately catch the prominent lower area.

Prominent to say the least.

And I'm pretty sure I went all colours because he noticed.

"Liking what you see?" He laughs. "Stay, I'll be right back."

He holds a pair of black jeans from the chair and walks away, not putting them on, allowing me to appreciate his entire behind.

He's teasing me.

While he goes god knows where I think about Sophia. She must have woken up by now, and she's probably hangover. She'll freak out when she knows about everything, especially about staying another night here.

I haven't tell her a single thing that happened between me and Harry. I should though. But I know she'll start being all judgmental and stuff when, on the other hand I never put any barriers when it comes to Liam. And I know they're a thing although neither of them admit.

After a few minutes of Harry leaving, I decided to go and check on him.

There's a noise coming from the kitchen which indicates me that he must be eating or something.

But as I was about to stand up, my mouth falls open.

"Get back in bed, now." Harry stands by the door, a huge breakfast tray on his hands.