Love Hurts { Harry Styles FanFiction }

Chapter 9: " Oh no. Not again."

Sasha's POV

" What?" I questioned.

" Harry Edward Styles... Nice to meet you." he chuckled.

" Harry." I repeated, still a bit breathless.

He just stood there staring at me and supporting me on his waist. A few more seconds of silence passed before I realized that he was waiting on me to tell him my name.

" ... Sasha A-Aria Tatum." I replied shakily.

Why did I just tell him my middle name? It's not like it's a secret or anything, but I'm a bit scared that he will call me 'Aria' one day... I really don't want to get angry with him.

If you haven't noticed, I have slight anger issues when it comes to my father. That's why I sadly get mad easily when it comes to a simple conversation with my mom.

St--Harry grinned at me, so big that his dimples poked in... Wow, it's going to take some getting used to to call him by his first name.

I giggled and used my index finger to poke the cute dent. He playfully glared at me while I stuck my tongue out at him. His chest shook in laughter as he kissed my cheek. I blushed, looking away.

" Ugh! Stop doing that." he groaned.

My smile washed away from my face and I looked up at him questionably.

" Don't look away when you blush..." he whispered.

I slowly nodded, relieved that it was a flaw that I could control.

Slowly and gently he lowered me off of him and onto the flat ground, not once lifting his gaze from mine. It wasn't in my control, the whimper that escaped my throat. I was enjoying the lack in space between us.

" Sorry Sasha," he smirked at the use of my name. " I have to go." he replaced his past smirk with a frown.

His warm lips were pressed to my temple. It lingered there for a few seconds. I suddenly felt the absence of his presence, which was no longer near me.

My eyes opened and I trailed behind him. He grabbed his coat and turned the handle of the door. After opening it a few inches, he spun around and pecked my lips and then walked out.

What just happened?

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The warm water trickled down my skin as I stepped out of the shower. I reached for my towel and wrapped it around my body. Securing the fabric underneath my arms, I stepped out of the bathroom.

I slipped into my room and shut the door behind me. I really like my room. It's not a big room, but it is all that I need. It's relaxing. It's a blue-green color with some tree branches hung up around the room and white christmas lights going throughout the whole room and around the branches.

Right as I was about to drop my towel to the ground, I had a feeling. That someone's-watching-me type of feeling. My head snapped to my window and I hurriedly closed the curtains. I've been having this feeling since Harry left.

I'm just being paranoid... It's a habit.

Quickly, I got into my pjs and sat down on my bed, pulling my laptop with me in the process. For a long-awaited time, I logged into my twitter:

@Harry_Styles started following you.

The screen read. That caused me to roll my eyes and grin like a maniac. My finger strolled the mouse over to his follow button and clicked it. Next, time to check what's been going on in the world wide web.