Lost and Insecure™ (Harry Styles) [✔] Completed

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Juliet's POV

It's been a few days since Harry and I decided on becoming 'friends'. Since then he's been eying me. Either he was checking me out or he was really trying to figure something out. Thing is, I just don't know what he'd be trying to find. Really, he knows everything about me... Well, mostly. There are some things I never share with people. However, we're not going to get into that.

I walked into the sitting room and sat down next to Harry, putting my legs across his. He raised his brow at me as to say "really?", but I didn't move.

"Whatcha watchin'?" I quizzed.

"Well, I was watching Scrubs until your feet distracted me."

"Ooh, I love that show!" I said excitedly as I completely ignored his comment about my feet.

"I know you do," he paused and I looked over to him. "Would you want to go out tonight?"

"To do...?"

"I dunno... Catch a movie?"

"That sounds like fun."

"Well, you should get dressed then. The movie starts at eight o'clock and we need to leave at seven thirty."

"You picked out the movie without me?" I gasped.

"Trust me, you'll like it."

"Fiiiinnneee."

I got my lazy arse off of the sofa and trudged away to my room. Picking out a sea green coloured tank-top, black shorts, and tan flip-flops, I proceeded to get changed. After getting into my newly selected outfit, I pulled out my makeup bag. Hey, you never know, I could see a fit guy at the movies.

Mascara, light eyeliner, tan eyeshadow, and nude lipgloss were the only things I wore as makeup. I'm not a big fan of five pounds of chemicals on my face. Instead I go for the more natural look.

I walked to the front door where Harry was already waiting and opened it.

"Well don't just stand there, let's go!" I teased.

"Says the girl who was almost late," he mumbled.

"I heard that, Styles."

"Oops, I'm not sorry."

I rolled my eyes at him as we got up to the car.

"Why are you in such a rush? Got a hot date that I don't know about?"

"Well, I don't know that I'd call it a date, but he is hot."

"Easy there tiger, I've already got my eye on someone."

"Pssh. Who said I was talking about you?"

"Ouch."

"Mmhmm."

He shook his head and went round the car to the drivers side. I got into the passenger side and buckled myself in. He put the key in the ignition and turned it. The engine roared to life and we were off.

* * *

"Harry..." I started to say in amazement.

"Yesss?" he quizzed.

The movie we were going to see was "A Walk To Remember". Why it was in theatres bewildered me, but I wasn't focused on that. All I could think about was that this was the first movie we saw together. It was our very first date at my house where we just watched movies and ate popcorn. The fact that he actually might remember our very first date was just incredible.

"Harry?" a feminine voice asked.

Harry spun round as did I to discover the vocal source. It was a totally fake bleach-blonde with boobs that had to be implants; she was way too tiny. Her blue eyes were outlined in thick, smeared black eyeliner and her lips were coloured bubblegum pink. Just looking at her made me want to say how much she looked like Barbie; completely plastic.

"Vivian..." Harry said forcing excitement.

"Who's that?" she asked giving me a death stare whilst she blew a bubble with her pink gum.

"This is Juliet, my... Friend."

"Wanna go to Bobby's party with me?" she asked like I was completely invisible to her.

"Sorry, I'm busy."

Harry turned round to face me and silently sighed. He took my hand in his and led me away back to the theatre we were supposed to be in five minutes prior to our arrival. Harry picked a seat in the very top row right in the corner. There was no arm rest between the two seats in the corner. Weird.

I sat in the second-to-last seat and Harry took the one in the corner. Surprisingly, there were three empty seats next to us.

* * *

The movie was now at the part where Jaime was singing in the play. That whorilicious (yes, I made that up) bimbo came up the steps and sat two seats away from me. She gave me a smile that said "get the f-ck out of here", but I paid her no mind.

Instead I focused on the fact that I had subconsciously grabbed Harry's hand. Our fingers were intertwined with my small hand on top of his large one. I looked up at him and he smirked but didn't look at me, just kept his eyes on the movie.

Suddenly a pang of jealousy washed over me. Who was that girl and why did she want me gone so bad? She wanted Harry, that's why. Well, I'm going to make sure she knows he's off limits.

Without thinking, I got up from my seat and straddled Harry's waist in the corner seat he was in. He looked stunned at first, but he soon just smiled and placed his hands on my waist. I leaned in toward him and crashed my lips against his. He easily reciprocated the passionate kiss by slipping his tongue out. It swept across my bottom lip and I let him have access.

Harry's tongue skilfully started to roam my mouth as his hands did the same to my body. His hands pushed under my shirt and made their way up my curves. I ran my fingers through his curls as his mouth found new interest in my neck.

There was a moment I quickly regretted when my hips seemed to have a mind of their own as they began to rock against his. I felt something hard against my thigh as my hips continued their involuntary motions.

Harry's lips moved up my neck till they were right below my ear where he pulled back just a small distance.

"I wanna take you in my bed so bad," he whispered in a low, seductive tone.

I whimpered softly at his words. Honestly, I wanted him to, but I'm trying to hold out for marriage. Maybe just to make sure this girl gets my point...

"Please," I quietly begged.

I got off of his lap and he stood up. Playfully, I ran down the steps and out of the theatre. When I reached the lobby, I looked back but didn't see him. So, I kept going into the parking lot and to the car where I waited for him. As I leaned against the metal of the car I saw Harry coming toward me.

"God, if this weren't your first time, I'd be taking you in the back seat," he said almost sadly as he approached me.

We got into the car and quickly got back onto the road. It seemed like me reached the flat way too quickly. In the moment at the theatre I didn't want to stop, but now that we're actually here I'm scared.

Harry took me to his room bridal style, kicking the door closed with his foot. He put me down gently on his bed and my heart started racing. I wanted it, but I didn't want it. What do I do?

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," he said in a soothing voice.

It almost made me forget about the fear I had, but it just came rushing right back.

"Harry, I... I'm not ready..."