They can't know about us - Harry Styles fan fiction.

Two Faces

I stepped into my big, empty house and began quickly stepping up the stairs running my hand against the cream, elegant banister. I reached the top of the stairs and looked around the landing and my eyes stopped at my door. I pushed the door open and looked around the immaculate room, all pink, girly, horrible. I was worried about Harry coming over, I had no idea why but I felt like I had to make the effort. I glanced to the window and saw the sun shining, this made me feel more positive. I carefully pulled my hair out of the boring ponytail and let it hang loose running my hands through it to produce some bouncy curls. I grabbed my small collection of make-up and put on some mascara and lip balm. I put on a small top with a hoody and skinny jeans. I did not want him to think I tried to hard. I carefully laid out all the homework and French books I had. I hid my teddies under my pillow and just cleaned up any mess in my room. I anxiously ate a choclate bar biting into the creamy, soft texture, once again calming me down. There was a knock on the door and I began to tense up again. I quickly chucked the wrapper in the bin before slowly walking down the stairs trying to think of what I could say. ''Oh hi Harry!'' ''oh...hiya?'' ''Hello Harry what a suprise to see you here'' I started panicking slowly unbolting the door. He was there looking around nervously and stepped in. ''Hi'' he said casually. He was wearing a loose white top and jeans which hung low. His curls tousled and he was smiling once again showing those pearly white teeth. His eyes looked brighter, his eyelashes were long and thick, his lips were still smirking but his eyebrows were raised. I looked down to his top it hung loosely on him but bulging a bit at the arms trying to contain his muscles. He looked casual but amazing. ''Abigail?'' he asked uncertainly. ''Oh hi uh what a suprise...I mean...um shall we go upstairs? I have um all the books ready?'' I stuttered muddling all my words out. I lead him up the stairs my cheeks burnning. We walked through the door and my knees were trembling I quickly manoveured myself over to my bed to regain my balance. Harry looked at me weirdly. He could sense I was nervous. He looked at the French books uncertainly. I then realized he didn't actually want to do French homework. It was so weird having a boy in my house. I started panicking frantically reaching for the French books as Harry lightly grabbed my hand looking towards my into my eyes. I gasped. He leaned forward and began kissing me, grabbing hold of my head pulling me towards him, his hands curling around my neck, protecting me. I kept on kissing him, our mouths opening slightly, playfully running our tongues along eachothers lips. His hands began sliding down my back and holding me on my waist. My hands hung numbly by my sides unsure what to do and he carefully removed his grip from my waist, grabbed my hands and pulled them up towards his head and I ruffled his curls, grabbing them causing him to kiss me harder. I gasped, I had never kissed a boy ever. This was overwhelming. I drew back unsure of what I was doing. I wanted to go on kissing those lucious lips but I was so unsure of Harry? One minute he wanted to know me the next he had forgotten who I was. ''Harry'' I breathed. He tried to kiss me again but I pulled back my head. He looked at me his emerald eyes darkening with hurt. I take it Harry wasn't used to rejection.

''Harry what just happened?'' I asked worriedly my small body staring up at his. He tried to lean forward again and cupped my face.  I pulled away. ''Harry stop'' I asked him again. ''I don't know'' he said his eyes widening. He was clearly as confused as I was. I was embarassed. ''I know you think this is some stupid mistake so lets just finish this homework then you can go and don't worry I won't tell anyone and we can go back to nornal'' I rush out. 

''But what if I don't want to'' Harry says butting in and he leans in and kisses me. I pull away from him angrily trying to push him back. I stand up and he looks taken aback by my rejection. ''Harry I don't want to be your dirty little secret! You don't even look at me when you're with your friends!'' I yell. He blinks at me, obviously unfazed by my shouting and obviously underestimating my seriousness.   ''Look, Ab, I don't want you to be my dirty little secret either, and you won't be, I just need to keep us quiet for now, just well I sort things out'' he said in a suprisingly soft voice. I opened my mouth to protest but he put his hands to my lips before slowly removing it and began kissing me again his right hand stroking my pink cheek. I looked into his eyes and he stared back and I knew that he meant it. 

I was sure he wasn't playing me. I just couldn't cope with his two faces.