Opposites.

Chapter 11.

"Harry! Stop!" I yell getting out of the car as Harry walks towards them.

"Oh look who's here. Harry, Harry Styles. This son of a bitch-" The man with the buzzed cut hair tried to say but was cut off my Harry's hand connecting with his jaw. They guys fell back, not realizing Harry had hit him. The drunk guy started to walk towards me which made my heart drop. Harry shoved the guy back making him fall, he's still drunk off his ass so I'm sure he doesn't know was going on.

"Delilah. Get in the fucking car and start it." Harry says handing me the keys.

"Harry can we please just go" I beg him not wanting to think about what Harry could do to those guys. Harry shut my door and walked around. The guys were still laying down, since they are both drunk. Harry started the car and started mumbling underneath his breathe.

"Why did you go there?" Harry asked straining to be calm.

"I didn't have anywhere else to go" I simply tell him.

"You could've fucking stayed with me" He tells me and I scoff. I look over at him and his left hand has cuts all over his hand. How did those guys know him? Why did they throw a beer bottle at him?

When we get to his house he doesn't say a word. He leads me downstairs and goes straight into his bathroom.

"Fuck" I hear Harry say as he turns on the water. I get up and open the door.

"Here, let me." I tell him and grab a rag. He stands in front of me as I run the wet rag over his cuts. I can feel him starring at me as I finish cleaning his hand and wrapping it up.

"You so.." Harry begins to tell me but stops.

"So what..?" I ask him nervously.

"Beautiful"

I look down and feel my cheeks heat up. I give him a smile before walking back into his room. I could feel him close behind me as I walk over to the couch. Harry's hand find my wrist and he turns me around, I get pulled into his chest. This side of Harry is still very new to me. I'm confused whether we are friends, or more, or maybe nothing at all. I closed my eyes and rested my head on his chest. His arms wrapped around me and he rested his chin on the top of my head. My body was so small compared to his, we for together like a puzzle piece.

"Harry.." I say after a while of just standing there with me in his arms.

"Yes?"

"Why now?" I asked him not knowing why he suddenly started liking me. "Like why did you all of a sudden start liking me?"

"I don't like you Delilah.." He tells me which makes my heart shatter.

"It's more than that. You are so different, and innocent. You drive me fucking crazy and yet I can't stop thinking about you. I've never been in this position. I think about you all the time, even if we are with each other. You are so irritating but yet I love hearing your voice. I love you Delilah. I always have. It's kind of pathetic how much I love you, but I do." I stare at him. This bad boy that shows no emotion just told me that he loved me.

"Say something.. Please." He begs. He looks so small.

"I love you Harry." I tell him quietly making him smile. My heart is beating almost out of my chest. I just admitted that I love him, I love Harold Edward Styles, and he loves me.

I stand on my tippy toes and kiss him softly. His lips instantly respond as we stand there together kissing, not roughly. More meaningful and passionate.

"Let's watch a movie" Harry tells me breaking our kiss making me frown. What was that?

"Um yeah." I say slightly embarrass.

"How about, Love Actually, I heard chicks like this movie.." He says putting it in the DVD player. I sit on his couch as he grabs a big black blanket and sits next to me, covering both of us up. He wraps his arm around and and turns off the lamp.

After 30 minutes or so I feel my eyelids start to get heavy. I cuddle up next to Harry and close my eyes. It's already so late, and today has been so hectic. I'm so happy I'm here with Harry and not at that motel alone.

I smile as I think about how Harry told me he loved me, even though he said I was irritating, he said he loved me.

L-O-V-E

That word is so strong. It can change everything. I feel myself drifting off into a sleep, I mumble a goodnight to Harry as he kisses the top of my head.

I wake up and see the credits rolling on the tv. Harry picked me up bridal styles and turned off the tv taking me to his bed. I closed my eyes again once my head hit his pillow, I reached out for him and frowned when I couldn't find him.

"I'm right here" I here Harry say with a deep chuckle. I snuggle up next to him as he holds me close.