Foreign Love || Harry Styles AU {completed}

Twenty four❦

"I need you near to breath properly."

⌜Harry's POV⌝

It's too hard. I can't keep my hands off of her for too long. In such a little time I got addicted to the feeling of her body pressed to mine, how I can make goosebumps raise on her skin when I touch her, and how those beautiful lips feel on mine. 

Fuck I need to calm down. 

My attention is directed towards Selena's phone, buzzing from the kitchen counter. Curiosity takes the best of me, as I grab it and see she has received a text from that Zayn dude. 

I don't know him but I don't fucking like him. He needs to keep his distances. And I need to take mine too, I remind myself. But hell, I prefer to be her friend, her fucking best friend even, than to be nothing at all. 

I try to slide my finger on the screen to read the message, but I'm stopped by her passcode. Fuck. 

I put her phone back down and grab a beer from the fridge before sinking on the couch and putting the TV on. 

Selena enters the living room in small shorts and a tank top, fuck. I swear she does that on purpose. 

"Hey" she greets me. 

"Hey, I think you got a text" I say and she grab her phone before sitting on the couch next to me. A little too close for my mind to stay sane. 

"Who is it?" I ask 

"Oh, er It's Zayn, he just asked if I got home safe" She answers and I have a bad feeling. Could she feel something for him? No. She can't. 

I'm such a selfish bastard. I don't want her to feel for anyone else, yet I don't want her to feel for me either. Nobody's good enough for her, she's perfect, and guys are too fucked up. 

"It's nice of him" She states and I feel my blood boiling. 

"Yeah right" I say and turn my attention back on the TV. 

-

After we ate, we both fell back onto the couch to watch some more TV. It's been like an hour, and Sel is already fast asleep, her head on the arm of the couch, and her feet curled up. 

I grab her ankes and put her feet on my lap, lightly massaging it. I stop when I hear her moan in her sleep. That beautiful noise. I grew loving it. 

Hesitantly, I get up from my sitting position and bend down to grab Selena bridal style. I carry her towards her room, and lay her on the bed, carefully not to take her up. A small frown appears on her face as I do so, but it's quickly erased when I put the covers over her small body. 

I make my way out of the room, and as I walk into the corridor, I hear a small cry, soon followed by a Selena's voice screaming my name. I rush back into the room, and I see her fighting in her sleep. 

I approach her and sit on the edge of the bed taking her sweaty body in my arms. She's having a nightmare. 

Tears start to fall down her cheeks and I wipe them off frantically. 

"Sel, baby wake up, It's just a bad dream, wake up" I whisper in her ear and she snaps her eyes wide open with pure horror in them. "Hey, it's okay I'm right here" I caress her cheek and tighten my grip around her waist, lifting her up so she's sitting. 

"I'm sorry, did I woke you up?" She asks, shattering. 

"No love don't worry" I squeeze her in my arms and rest my chin on top of her head. I feel her sigh on my neck. I made her feel safe, and I'm glad I did. "What was that about, huh?" I whisper and she pulls away to look at me through her irresistible and tired brown eyes.