Don't Make Me Fall in Love. (a Harry Styles fanfiction) [hold]

Chapter 4: Realization.

---HARRY'S POV---

I watched her eyes widen as she dropped her head on the table. Niall chuckled at her as he gave me a questioning look. I just threw him a smile and mouthed, 'drinks?'

"Right, Kris, I'm going to fetch us a waitress. What would you like to drink?" I saw Niall put his hand on her back. Heat flared up in my stomach as I frowned at his touch. I knew Niall meant nothing by it, but I still felt a little uncomfortable with her being touched by any one but me.

She left her head on the table but a muffled "WHISKEY ON THE ROCKS PLEASE" came from under all the black hair that was spread out on the table.

I watched him get up and wink at me, then he strolled away from the privacy of the booth.

I turned my attention back to the girl, as she lifted her head. Her icy-blue eyes held mine as she studied my face. I couldn't breathe. Her lips parted as she eyed me. Her lips, red as cherries, and soft.

"I should have known. God, I feel like an idiot" her voice brought attention away from her mouth. There was frustration pulling at the corners of her mouth.

“Don’t worry, love, I would say it happens all the time, but then, I’d be lying.” I winked at her. She stared at me for a second and then put her hand to her mouth and giggled. It was music.

“Why are you in California?”

I sighed slightly, “We get a break after last tour. It was a  long time to be on the road. So me and Niall decided to come to LA. We enjoy it here.” I stated.

She looked at me, as if she had just realized something, “Wait, you guys are really famous. Why are you talking to me? Should I go?”

I reached out and grabbed a hand, “Please don’t.”

Her eyes darted to our hands, something that looked like pain flashed in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Harry, but this isn’t right. I really have to go.” She stumbled out of the booth. Her hand pulling out of mine gave me physical pain. I couldn’t let this girl disappear, not again. It was already a miracle I ran into her here, chances were that I would never see her again.

“Your number,” I blurted out, “At least leave me with your number.”

She looked at me, confusion clouding her smiling face, “But why?”

“Because it would be easier than going to the gym everyday to find you.” I answered easily. I didn’t release her eyes as I dug into my pockets, pulling out my phone. I gave her a small smile as I held it to her.

She looked at me, all questions, and reached out to take the iPhone from my hands. She smiled back at me before entering her number into the phone. She bit her lip as she pressed enter and looked back up into my face.

“There. It’s under Kris Edmonds. I really should go.” She said as she stepped back to give my phone to me.

Before I even knew what had come over me, I was grasping the back of her neck, pressing my lips to hers. The feeling that came over me from just a meeting of skin was manic, relief and electricity all at once. She had frozen up at first touch, but I felt her melt into the kiss. It was like our bodies knew what the heart had longed for, as I felt her hands reach up to tangle themselves in my hair.

And just as suddenly as it began, it was over. She pulled away from me and rushed into the crowd, not throwing a single look my way. I watched her rush between bodies to get to the door, her hand to her lips.

Was I that bad?

“Oi, Haz, what happened to you?” I saw Niall come up to me in the corner of my eye, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of the girl practically running out of the door.

“She happened, Niall.” I murmured, taking the drink from my bandmate.

He gave me a wondering look as he sipped his beer. I turned back to the booth, and settled in the cushion, thinking of the black-haired angel that stepped into my life.