Give Me Love. (Harry Styles Love Story)

Don't Let Me Do This On My Own.

~ Spencer's POV ~

I decided I'd give Harry a call and ask him if he wanted to come over for dinner. Hopefully he wasn't too far.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me... I know you just left, but if you're not too far away from here why don't you come over? I'll cook you some dinner and we could watch a movie or something." I smiled into the phone.

Harry was silent for a moment, "sure Spence, I'll be right there." I smiled again.

"Alright, see you soon. I'll get to cooking."

~ 20 minutes later ~

Harry got here about 10 minutes ago and decided to join me in the kitchen. I was cooking some chicken and potatoes and he was stirring up some drinks for us.

"I thought you were supposed to go out with Jesse tonight?" Harry asked, followed by the clinking of glasses.

I frowned, not wanting to think about him. "I was supposed to... But he cancelled on me. He was running late already so I don't mind. Coming to get me would have just made him even more late."

"Oh."

It was quiet for the next 5 or so minutes at the chicken finished cooking. I grabbed some plates and then began serving the food. I handed Harry his plate of chicken and potatoes and decided to add some salad as well.

"Looks and smells great!" He said with a great big grin on his face.

I giggled, "thanks." I said, joining him on the couch.

I looked at the TV and started laughing. Harry looked at me with a puzzled look on his face.

"Nothing.." I said, trying not to laugh. He raised and eyebrow at me, "really Harry... Nothing..." I said again.

He shrugged and turned his attention back to the TV. Monsters INC... Oh this boy... I thought and quietly giggled to myself. I looked at Harry again, his mind lost in the television. I scooted over closer to him on the couch and snuggled up to him, breathing in the light scent of my perfume and his cologne on his skin. He looked down at me, a warm smile spreading across his lips. Without even realizing what I was doing, I reached up and pulled his lips to mine. My fingers tangling in his curls as I moved into his lap. His hands gripped my waist tightly and a small moan escaped from my lips.

~ Harry's POV ~

"What the fuck?!" Spencer quickly pulled away from me and stood up, turning to Jesse. His face was red with anger but I could tell he was trying to calm himself down. No one spoke for a moment, the room filled with an eery silence.

"Harry, I think you should leave." Jesse's voice was a low, angry whisper. I nodded and looked at Spencer. Her head hung and she stared at the ground. Slowly, I stood up and whispered to her, "I'll text you tomorrow." She didn't respond. I stood there for a moment, looking at her. Then Jesse cleared his throat.

"Harry?"

"Uh.. Yeah uh.. Sorry." I stammered and quickly walked out.

(A/N: Oooh a cliff hanger! After 4 months of writer's block, I have come back to write you, the SHITTIEST chapter ever. My apologies. I'll update as soon as I can! :)