Stay - Harry Styles.

Ch20

Poppys POV

Anyway , as I was saying. It was about 10 on a Saturday night when my door bell was ringing.

I jumped at the sound , thoughts running through my head because El wasn't home, she was at Louis'.

After my mini heart attack I had a cup of concrete and went to answer the door.

"Hi" a cheeky Harold smiled.

"Hi" I smiled back , kind of nervous around him. He didn't know I had feelings for him , obviously.

"Can I come in , or ...?" He laughed awkwardly.

"Oh uh , sure yeah yeah" I stuttered.

Ohhh my gosh , please bury 6ft underground!!

He walked into my living room and sat down like he owned the place.

"Ooh popcorn," he smirked "watcha watching" He muffled with a mouthful.

"Um , are you right there ?" I asked kind of shocked.

"Yeah , I'm fine," he looked around "why? Are you not , fine ?" He paused.

I looked around , thinking what to stay. He had never been this forward around my house . "Yeah , yeah I'm fine"

"Good" he smiled and patted the couch next to him "sit" he commanded with a mouth full.

We finished off the movie , well whatever it was anyway.

Harry turned to me , kind of awkwardly thought because we were snuggled up on the couch. He started kissing my neck lightly , up and down my jaw line.

"Harry?" I half stuttered , half moaned.

"Hmm?" He moaned in between kissed my neck.

"We can't , we just , I can't" I struggle to speak "we can't do this" I said firmly after composing myself.