Help! I'm Having Twins With Harry Styles! But I Hate Him! Don't I?

Between the Sheets of Sleep

The old building made lots of creepy noises. The pervasive scent of oldness and the sharp, spicy odour of Harry’s cologne upset my senses.

In the darkness of the dorm room, I contemplated how strange my life had become; some of it was bad and some of it was good.

I had to wonder about my parents, who they were when they made me, what their real motives were for giving me up, and why my biological father was so glad to see me now.

There was something odd about him that I just couldn’t put my finger on.

I must have sighed really loudly, because I heard Harry shift beneath his covers, before his voice drifted to my ears through the dim.

“Elise, are you all right?” he whispered.

“Fine,” I replied, but the thickness of my voice betrayed me.

“It must be pretty weird, all this, and strange,” he declared, shifting again.

I didn’t dare look over to the other side of the room where he lay.

“Yeah, it is,” I agreed, “I mean, who in the world would have thought I would end up sharing a room with the hottest guy on the planet?”

There was silence, a heavy sound that left me to wonder if I had spoken those words aloud at all… and if I had, why would I say something like that to him after all I’d said before?

“Do you mean that?” Harry exhaled, and I started.

His words were spoken so closely to my ear, that he must have been right beside my bed.

I sat up and tried to blink through the gloom, still a bit too fuzzy to think about actually turning on the bedside lamp.

Faintly I could see an outline where he stood about a foot away.

“I don’t know,” I frowned, digging deep into my subconscious, taking stock of that which I hid even from my waking mind. “I guess, since I said it, I must think that.”

“I just want,” he began, but seemed to have difficulty finishing his sentence.

Strangely, when he sat down on the bed beside me, I did not feel alarmed at all; in fact, I felt comforted.

“I just want you to be safe,” he said sincerely, and somehow, despite the darkness, I could see the honesty in his eyes, a pilgrim bent in supplication before his goddess. “I know what you said, but, I haven’t been able to sleep with you just laying here ten feet away, it’s like torture.”

“Shhh,” I hissed quietly, and gently placed a finger to his lips.

I didn’t quite understand how he managed to circumvent my defenses, but it was as if he was singing against my soul, a quixotic lullaby of restraint and desire all mixed into a soothing balm that relieved the biting agony of my indecision.

“I’m sorry for what I said when I got here,” I told him quietly, lifting my finger and venturing to brush it against his cheek. “I don’t know why, but now…I…”

The words escaped me, evaporated like a dog bowl of water left out in the sun on a hot Summer’s day, and all that was left were little frothy bits of slobber that made no sense.

“It’s ok,” he smiled, so brightly the entire room lit up. “But you know how I feel,” he continued, inching closer, his hand sliding slowly up my covered leg.

A boy had never touched me like that before, and though our skin made no connection, it felt as if I was on fire. The flames licked up my thighs, tickled across my stomach, and burned deep within me.

“I know how you feel,” I repeated on hardly a breath.

I was drowning in the boundless ocean of his eyes, and as my head slipped beneath the water, he saved me with a kiss.

It was with a start and a cry that I awoke, sitting upright in my bed to the morning cascading through the window.

From the corner of my eye I spotted Harry stir awake to the sound. The sensation of his warmth lingered against me, but my waking mind knew that what I had experienced was not real.

Why though?

Why would I dream something like that?

Before Harry could get out of bed, I jumped up and wrapped my robe around me. Still a little hazy, I snatched up my beauty bag and padded out into the hallway.

Shaking the remnants of slumber from my mind and body, I tip-toed down the corridor towards the bathroom and pushed through the heavy wooden door.

It swung in, but I got only three steps within, before I dropped my bag and froze.

This was the boy’s dorm, and I was not the only one awake!