10 Hours (HS)

1:20 am

Harry's POV

"You ok, Love?" I ask.

I know she is. That was fucking amazing.

"Uh huh. Shit, Harry. I....that was just..."

"Yeah, I agree."

I roll off her, onto the VERY cold floor of the vault. I'm seriously out of breath. What even just happened between us? That wasn't....that was more then sex.

"Amazing, Liv. I'll be honest, that was more then....sex. Do you agree? I mean, shit."

"That was the best sex I've ever had. NO FUCKING LIE." she says, out of breath.

She sits up, grabbing my sweater and pulling it over her head. "Hope you know you're not getting this back. I'd take your T-shirt too except then you wouldn't have a shirt to wear when..."
She trails off.

She's realizing our situation.

"We'll get out of here. We're going to be ok, Liv, and I knew hours ago, that sweater wasn't mine anymore." I say, smiling.

I'm watching her get dressed. She seems sad. I'm sure I can guess why. She thinks this is the end of us.

She couldn't be more wrong. I knew it before we had sex but I couldn't say anything because she wouldn't have believed it. She'd think I was lying to get her to sleep with me.

Truth is, I think I knew it hours ago. I don't even know what it is, but I'm so into her. Everything about her is amazing. I feel like a teenager with a crush. That feeling of not being able to control your own body. Unable to breathe when she looks at me in a certain way. The way she laughs and smiles, gets me fucking dizzy.

Lame.

Maybe, but I don't care. I know, this, with her...needs to happen. I don't care how hard it is, and it's going to be really hard, but I'm going to do everything I can to make it work.

First you have to get her to believe you want it. She won't.

She's so beautiful. She doesn't see it of course. The most amazing girls never do.

I reach over and grab my jeans and boxers and pull them on.

"You're quiet." I say, buttoning my jeans.

"I'm OK."

There it is, that fake 'everything's good' thing girls do when they don't want to show how they really feel.

I walk over to her just as she zips up her jeans.

"Liv. You're not OK. Talk to me." I say, reaching out to her.

"Um, no. I just want to get control of myself...remember this fantastic experience for what it was. Amazing sex with Harry Styles." Her voice breaks and she turns away, pretending to look for her purse.

"Your purse is on the chair, but why don't we both just be honest for a minute. You don't want your purse."

"I'm fine, Harry." Her voice is low. She walks over to the chair and picks up her purse.

She's trying not to cry.

Fuck.

Told you this was a bad idea.

It wasn't. I know it. I know she feels it too...this thing between us.

I walk up behind her as she fake digs through her purse, and put my arms around her, my hands over hers. I feel her suck in her breath as she stops digging. She's so close to losing it.