But I'm sure about you (Harry Styles fanfic)

Ice-cold flour

Ella's Pov.

I am hot. Too hot. I open my eyes to the dim LA morning light. Agh. Monday. A smile spreads on my face as I recall last night. But the more I think about it, the more scared I am. This cannot be happening. Me and Harry cannot like each other. Not that way. It's just against the laws of nature. My thoughts are interrupted by my door swinging open and Em staring at me from the frame.

"Morning El. Do you have any clue how I got home?" she asks and we both start laughing.

"Yes silly. I do. I carried you since you were dizzy and asleep. What happened to you last night? One minute you were next to me, then, 4 hours later I find you passed-out in a room. I had to call you and listen to every door until I heard your phone. Sooo...?" I ask with a smirk.

"I... I don't really remember honestly. All I know is that I had a great shag with some guy. Don't even remember his name or how he looked like. Was he in the room you found me?" she asks curiously.

"No Em. You were alone. That idiot ran away. You should really be more careful. Did you protect yourselves?" I ask her.

"I don't even remember his name, how do you think I cand remember wether using protection or not?" she asks rethorically. "I'll take a pill just to be sure. Do you have any painkillers? I feel like my head's gonnna explode all over your bedroom." she sais and rubs her temple.

"Here ya go." I say and hand her a pill. "You can stay in today if you feel like it. I'll cover you up." I say with a smile.

"You'd do that for me?" she asks clearly surprised.

"Course. Now go have some sleep." I demand.

"Aaaaaaa! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" she screams and hugs me tightly.

"I'd like to breathe, if you don't mind." I say breathlessly.

"Sorry." she says with a smile.

"No problem. Now go rest." I order.

"Got it. Good luck El!" she greets me and goes back to her room.

Looks like today I'm gonna have to twice as much. Great way to start the week. I'm glad I don't have a headache myself. We'll, let's do this.

The walk to the book-shop seems longer than usualy on monday mornings. Me and Em have been working here a year now and I honestly adore this job. I mean: hanging around books, DVDs, CDs and tea all day, AND being payed for it? I swear I'll buy this place one day.

As my shift was almost over, I hear someone entering the shop but, knowing that my collegue is here, I don't bother looking up. That until I feel a pair of lips touching my forehead from above the counter. I must say I'm not surprised to see a mop of curls and a pair of green eyes looking down at me.

"Hello love. Missed me?" he smirks at me. Did he just call me love?

"Hi Harry. I'm working so unless you need a book, you have to go." I state.

"No need to be like that Ella. I just wanted to look around for a bit." Harry smiles.

"Suit yourself Styles." I encourage him and he smiles and walks away.

Not long after that, my shift is over and I pack my stuff heading home. On my way to the bus station, I feel my phone buzzing in my pocket and when I take it out I see I got a text.