Country Music Jesus (One Direction FanFic)

Chapter 13

Avalynn's POV:

He pulled me down to the floor, causing me to fall ontop of him. He didn't waiste any time pulling me in for the kiss i've been waiting for. It wasn't in sync, but how was it supposed to be when we were this hungry for one kiss? Well, one kiss turned into two, and quickly esculated into thirdteam, and after a while it turned into making out. It was like we couldn't get enough of each other, almost like we were the meal we hadn't had in a year. He gently tugged on my shirt, flipping me over so I was now under him. We still hadn't broke from our heated kiss, which just got hotter as we continued. I moved my legs so I was craddling him from underneath, and I carefully pulled on his hair, causing him to bite my lip. "I want you." Harry whispered aggresivly.

I got up and stretched dramatically, before realizing I was in my room again with Andrea and Sarah. So what was this now, my third dream about Harry since Louis mentioned he liked me? Well I can't help it, that's for sure. Never did I think Harry Styles would end up liking me, I just thought his flirting was part of his personality. But I guess not, and for some reason I miss him every second now. Is this normal? Is the effect boys have on the adverage teenage girl healthy? Is it safe that I have sexual dreams about him, and that I want more? I don't know, see I grew up on a farm away from the male population, so this is all awkward, quite frankly.

I turned to the clock on Andrea's headboard and squinted to makeout the exact time. It said 3:12am, causing me to groan loudly. I decided to do something I don't usually do, and that was open up Twitter. I grabbed my labtop off the edge of the bed and opened it up carefully. I noticed I had gained seven followers but I didn't really care. That was until I saw the names of Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Kian Lawley and Andrea Russett. I clicked on Harry's twitter and saw he tweeted only one minute ago. @harrystyles: Hiiiiiiii. Can't sleep :( x.

I closed Twitter and got out my phone to text him when I noticed he already texted me. I smiled excitedly to myself realizing that if he texted me first, he obviously was thinking of me. Does this mean that I like Harry? I never really thought about liking Harry until Louis informed me of his crush. I looked over Harry's text a couple times deciding on what to say. What a typical girl; confused on what to reply when all the text says is a simple 'hello'.

Country MJ: Howdy! Still awake I see? ;)

HazzaBear: A lot on my mind I guess. You too, yes? x

Country MJ: Oh same here.

HazzaBear: What are you thinking about? Me I bet ;)

Country MJ: Hazza? I need you to answer me something honestly.

HazzaBear: Of course, love. Anything x

Country MJ: Do you like me more than a friend?

Harry didn't reply after that. That didn't make me feel very great to be honest. I was hoping for an honest answer, maybe something along the lines of yes? Is that to much to ask now a days, just a yes or no? I mean maybe he's thinking about the right thing to say. Maybe he finally fell asleep, and couldn't wake himself up to reply. Or maybe its my fault. Maybe I said something that he'd rather not talk about. Maybe I was being to snoopy. I hate when I can't sleep, I literally over think everything. I mean, what if the hokey polky really is what it's all about..

I closed my eyes finally able to sleep. It felt like five minutes, but judging by the time on the clock, it was actually 8 hours. I got off the bed to see a note on the table. 'Andrea and I are in the lobby if you need us. Maybe bring your guitar? The girls all want to hear some Country Music Jesus action ;) -Sarah' I read, smiling out to myself. I got into Sarah's white laced dress and my brown cowgirl boots, grabbing my guitar and running downstairs. I noticed there were a lot more then just two girls there, along with all the boys. I sighed when I saw Harry, thinking back to my dream. Then I remembered he never replied to my text, and that got me flustered.