My Brother's Best Friend's Friend (ON HOLD)

Chapter 10

Harry's body rests besides mine, fingers intertwined between the both of us. I reach up, pushing his curls away from his face. He looks so peaceful asleep. I look down and sigh as memories flood through my mind. My lips ache with the feeling of his, the way they lightly brushed against each other. We did not kiss, but I have the urge to do it. I have the urge to run my fingers through his soft, brown ringlets and savor the soft texture of his plum, full lips. Shaking my head, I tell myself how stupid I am acting. His previous actions have blinded me of the Harry Styles that I know he is. He isn't what I want him to be, what I wish he was. He is the Harry Styles that the press wants him to be and he is giving them exactly what they want.

I sit up, releasing his hand and getting out of bed slowly. Harry moves in his sleep, outstretching his hand as he tries to find my presence.

"Alex?" His raspy, tired voice speaks. "Where are you going?"

"I ummm.. I have to go to Ella's house. There's some things I need to get." I lie.

"You already got the stuff you needed at your house," Harry reminds me and I shut my eyes, wishing he didn't notice.

"Harry, I have to -"

"No, please. Stay with me." Harry begs, reaching out and grabbing onto my hand.

I sigh. "Okay, fine." He pulls me back into bed and I lay besides him, his body radiating thermal energy to mine. I feel safe when I'm with him. Everything feels like it makes more sense when I'm around him.

"How do you feel?" I ask after a while of laying besides him.

"I'm okay, I just feel a bit sore." Harry responds and I pull the covers back to see that the damage on his body has only gotten even worse than before. Harry notices guilt overcome my facial expressions and touches my hand.

"Alex -"

"No, this is my fault and you know it. My dad can be so overprotective and sometimes it just gets out of hand."

"I don't care about that. I just don't want you to blame yourself, please. I should have shut my mouth but I didn't and that's why -"

"You didn't even say anything wrong." I interrupt him. Harry wets his lips, knowing I'm not going to give up on taking the blame. He props himself on his elbow then reaches out and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I wouldn't take a thing back, you know that?" Harry says low. I gaze into his eyes as his finger tips tickle my cheek. "Because if I did," Harry scoots closer. "You wouldn't have been here with me right now." My gaze drops to his lips, remembering how lightly they brushed against each other.

"Can I ask something?" Harry asks.

I nod.

"Why did you come back and stay?" He asks and I take a deep breath. I was not expecting for him to ask that.

"You were getting hurt by someone I know," I say feeling my throat close like I am going to cry. My fingers touch the bruises on his body. "I couldn't just stand there and watch."

"But why take care of me?"

I bring my hand up to his face and softly touch the cuts and bruises on his face. My finger tips linger on his bottom lip that is cut as he watches me intently.

"Because," I vaguely respond, my mouth beginning to feel dry. "You're important.. To me and all your fans." Harry smiles before grabbing my hand and bring it back up to his lips, kissing it. I feel myself blush, covering my face by putting my face into the pillow.

"You're important to me too, more than you'd imagine." Harry says. My eyes meet his again and he smirks at me.

"What?" I ask, feeling uncomfortable under his intense gaze that has not broke.

"Go with me," he says. I lift my eyebrows in confusion and then he continues. "There's this amusement park a friend told me about, not that far from here. I want you to go with me."

"When?"

"Friday," he responds and I bite my lip, wondering if I would be able to. Today is Monday and finals are coming up which means I have to study. Would I be capable of doing both things at the same time? Well, finals don't start until next week.

"I'll think about it," I smile and he laughs.

"Really?" Harry asks surprised.

"Yeah,"

Harry grins from ear to ear then hugs me, not caring about the pain it is causing him to have.

"Thank you," Harry mumbles against the crook of my neck.

"You're so lucky Styles," I laugh. "I swear, if you screw this up I will not go with you."

"I promise, I won't." Harry replies.

I just stare at him, unsure if I should believe him. There's some part of me that wants to believe it but the other part doesn't. Is this all just a mistake?

A loud noise makes me jump, making Harry laugh and I feel my cheeks redden with embarrassment.

"I should take this," Harry tells me when he sees the contact.

"Okay, I'll see you soon." I smile, grabbing my bags then walking out the doors of his house.

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