Life Goes On (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 35

Harry's Pov

My sleep is interrupted when I hear a voice speaking quietly in another room. Normally it will take more than talking to get me to wake up but there is something about that voice, her voice that immediately awakens me. I can't fucking believe the night I had. It was different. If someone heard me and saw the way I'm smiling right now, they would think I got laid or some shit but no. If anyone went through the night I had, they would think my night was pure shit because of the nightmares, Kira crying and me having to sleep on the floor, but it wasn't. I obviously felt bad that Kira was crying, I take that back, sobbing, but if that didn't happen she wouldn't have asked me to sleep next to her. I still can't fucking believe she told me to sleep by her. She confuses the shit out of me. I wonder what she was dreaming about.. It had to pretty fucking bad to ask me to sleep next to her. I know to me and to any other human being, sleeping next to someone else is normal. But to Kira, it's a big deal though I know she's holding back, stopping herself from doing the things I know she wants to do. But why? Why the fuck would she hold back? If she wants to sleep next to me, by all means, sleep the fuck next me.

My head turns towards the door when I hear Kira's voice get slightly louder. Who is she talking to? I immediately stand to my feet and pull my jeans up my legs. I decide to keep my shirt off because I love the way her shy eyes rake my tattooed-body. I know she doesn't realize she's staring but I do and that's all that really matters.

Being the nosy ass that I am, I stand in the hall and eavesdrop on her conversation.

"Oh okay good" She says "Love you too" she smiles. Who the hell is she talking to. Without even waiting for her to finish her phone call, I walk into the lounge and interrupt her.

"Good morning" I say and she quickly turns around and gasps ever so slightly. I don't even think she heard the sound she made. But I did. I notice the way she's looking at my body, shifting her eyes from my arms, to my chest and then to my stomach. She can't take her fucking eyes off me. It's such a turn on

And fuck. She's still wearing that damn blue dress. It's hard for me to take my eyes off of her when she's prancing around with that thing on.

"What? No" She turns her attention back over the phone "I have to go" she says and quickly hangs up.

Who the fuck was she talking to.

"Um hi" she says nervously and fiddles with the phone in her hand. Why does she look shy? Or is she embarrassed? Nervous? It's hard to fucking tell with her.

"Did you sleep well?" I ask and step closer.

"Yeah I did" she says and her cheeks redden. It's so weird to see someone so shy, so innocent like this.

"Thanks again" she says and places her phone down on the table.

"So.." I say and turn my attention to anything else in this room. "Who was that on the phone" I ask, trying to act as if I'm not too interested

"It was my mom, she called" she says and I feel somewhat relieved.

Why does it even matter who she was talking to?

God damn it.

"Oh" I say and mess with the pillow beside me "How are they, your parents I mean" I say and she looks up at me then turns her attention back to the floor.

"My mom is good" she says and pauses. She slowly walks over to the couch and sits down.

"And your dad?" why the fuck am I asking her so many damn questions?

Her eyes soften and she shakes her head. "He's.." She tries finding words. He what?

"He past away not too long ago" she says, her voice cracking at the end. Oh. I can tell she may cry. God I am such a fuck up. Why did I ask her such a shitty question?