Harry Styles- hopelessly devoted

Chapter 15

The warmth of the apartment continued to linger. I realized that drinking wine, having sex, and having a fireplace on was a recipe for extreme warmth.

"You know," Harry said, leaning back on the love seat, "this room is starting to feel a little too familiar. Like, maybe we've spent too much time in here."

"Too familiar? Are you saying you're tired of my company?" I teased, a playful smirk rising on my face.

He chuckled and shook his head. "Of course not. Maybe we should get some fresh air? How about a midnight stroll?"

I glanced at my watch and noticed that it was indeed close to midnight. Oh how the time flies! "I'd actually love that," I said, gathering my clothes. "Let me just grab my jacket and we can go."

We stepped out of my apartment building and were immediately greeted with the cool air of the night. It was a welcomed relief. Harry reached for my hand and intertwined our fingers. Snow was gently falling and the streets were quiet. As we walked along, I gave the occasional squeeze to his hand, letting him know I was enjoying his company. He would do the same back.

"Char," he said, his voice warm, breaking the silence that fell between us, "I want you to know that this, uh I mean us, means a lot to me. It's not just physical stuff. I really have grown to care about you."

His words caught me off guard. I wasn't expecting such sincerity from him at this point. "Harry, I care about you so much. I don't think you even understand."

He stopped walking and turned to face me. The glow from the streetlamp illuminated his features and it made me want to jump him again. Okay, maybe I still was a little tipsy.

"I think I'm starting to understand," he said softly, reaching his hand up to brush a thumb against my cheek. "It feels like everything is falling into place."

I leaned into his touch and savored the moment. We stood there, surrounded by the gently falling snow. He leaned in and placed his lips on mine. The world was quiet around us, and I could not of asked for a more perfect moment.

***

We walked back into my apartment and I noticed I had left the lights on, which wasn't something I normally did. I gave myself the benefit of the doubt as I knew I still was mildly inebriated. 

"Want to see my Squishmallows?" I asked Harry smiling. He took his jacket off and faced me with a beaming grin. "Absolutely!"

I led him to my bedroom, where I kept all of my Squishmallows displayed. As we entered, I switched on the light, revealing Anna sitting on my bed. I screeched, a little too loud, and turned off the light. Not sure why I turned off the light, as it only hid the fact she was right in front of us. 

"I think we need to talk," Anna said, her tone calm. 

I fumbled for the light switch. As the room lit up again, I saw Harry's amused expression and Anna's blank face. She sat there, cross-legged on my bed, one of my Costco sized Squishmallows clutched tightly to her chest.

"Anna, what are you doing here?" I managed to squeak out. 

"Hi Anna." Harry said gleefully with a small wave. 

I stood frozen in the doorway. I had wondered if Anna had been here this whole time while Harry and I had our intimate moment in the living room.

"Hi Harry!" Anna replied cheerfully, waving back at him. 

I felt embarrassed and confused. "Uh, Anna, why are you-"

"I just needed to talk to you. And you weren't answering your phone," she said, her gaze shifting from me to Harry and back. "But it seems I've interrupted something?"