A Beautiful Affair (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12:

Juliet’s POV

BOOM!

My eyes shot open and my hand flew over to where Paris was still sound asleep. “Paris,” I whispered harshly shaking her. “Paris, Paris!”

She just groaned and rolled over onto her back. Thanks Paris real nice sister, what if I was dying! I sat up and pulled my knees to my chest and squeezed me eyes shut. Another strike of thunder boomed through the air around the house and shook it. Fuck, I like rain, but when it comes to thunder I still cower in fear.

BOOM!

Shit. I shook Paris again. And again. And again. “Wake up!” I whispered shaking her again, but she didn’t budge. Dammit Paris!

BOOM!

Another strike. I turned my head left, than right, shit. Another strike. “Paris!” I whispered yelled. Seriously, what if I was in the middle of being stabbed right now!

BOOM!

I jumped out of bed and scurried to the door flinging it open and dashing down the hall to the familiar bedroom. I knocked loudly on the door repeatedly waiting for an answer. The door flew open and a confused Harry stood rubbing his eyes, with his hair sticking up in all directions.

“Juliet?” His raspy, deep voice questioned into the darkness. Awh he’s so cute, wait why am I here?

BOOM!

Shit, I’m here cause the thunder.

BOOM!

I jumped up into the air and into Harry’s arms literally pouncing on him; he stumbled backwards and fell onto his bed. I wrapped my hands around his neck and whimpered.

“Jules…” he cooed stroking my hair “what’s up?” another strike and I whimpered more. “Are you afraid of thunder Jules?”

I nodded my head frantically into his neck and I felt him smile into my hair. God he probably thinks I’m some idiot 18 year old that’s still afraid of thunder.

“It’s alright babe…” He cooed pulling me under the covers with him and puling me into his chest. He whispered comforting things in my ear as I held onto him for dear life as the storm went on around us. A little yawn escaped my lips and he chuckled, “Go to sleep Jules, I’m right here.”

I let my eyes fall shut and I started to slip out of my state of mind, but I sear on my mother’s tombstone I head Harry whisper, “I’m falling for you more and more each day,” in my ear, he must of though I was already sleeping.

**

Light shined through the window that was placed in front of the bed and I opened my eyes, squinting a bit adjusting to the brightness. Soft snores escaped the lips of Harry who was lying next to me. Our legs were tangled under the blue duvet and his arms were securely wrapped around my waist.

My head laid flat into his chest and his rest atop of mine on the pillow. I should probably get up before Paris notices or Karen gets home. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but every time I moved, his grip would go tighter around me.

Jesus boy, I wiggled some more, but couldn’t get out of his grasp. He yawned and picked his head up from the pillow bringing his face down dangerously close to mine.

“Morning beautiful,” he whispered and placed a kiss on my forehead. Beautiful? Did.. did he just…? He dropped his head into the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply.