Hero

25. My girl.

Plucking about four salty fries from the little red packet I crammed them into my mouth not even attempting to eat like a lady or even letting my mind wander down the pathway where I thought about what Harry must be thinking. I cared, sort of, but I was hungry and this nicely timed shot of hedonistic goods eliminated any bashfulness I might have about sitting opposite Harry and eating so casually. Although we'd been living together  for a good while now, kissed a few times even so I would like to think we're at the point where we can be ourselves around one another.

To be frank though, I started being myself around after like the first week, however Harry is a different story, I feel like I've seen snapshots of the real him but not fully, which sends a burning curiosity straight through me.

I think there are many sides to Harry Styles that I have yet to see, wether that's a good thing or bad thing only time will tell.

Harry lets out a husky grunt causing the aversion of my eyes from my fries to his intense green eyes as I raised a simple brow in question of what inspired that sound.

"This shit is unhealthy as fuck." He complains shooting a disgruntled look towards the burger in his hand as he takes a very large bite looking pretty displeased. 

"Oh, please. It's not like we eat like this often," I comment shaking my head at his constant need to be healthy, obviously that is something that needs to be encouraged in everyone-- myself included, however I think we all need a break where we can just not worry about the repercussions and just eat.

He replies after swallowing his massive mouthful.
"Good fucking thing, I have a city to protect and I can't do that if I'm out of shape." He says huskily and suddenly my mind is being infiltrated with visions of his sweaty naked body, in the shower, exercising. I can just picture the ripple of his muscles and how they would bulge, how his tattoos would stretch and compress. A shiver runs through me as I squeeze my eyes closed momentarily to try and get rid of the sudden imagery which has my cheeks on fire.

"Speaking of," I comment, a question popping into my mind that I had sort of been thinking about lately. "Do you get paid for what you do? I mean, I hardly think it's for the greater good."

Harry calmly took a sip of his Coke, liking his inviting looking pink lips before answering with a pinch in between his brows.

"Something like that, but that's not the reason we do this. If we didn't we'd be considered abnormalities and people would treat us like fucking dirt." He almost spat, the sudden surge of venom in his voice taking me aback with surprise.

"So you protect people. . . Because if you didn't, people would be frightened of you." He gave me a firm nod of the head wiping his fingers on the provided napkins whilst I was only half way through my fillet-of-fish burger. For some reason, this burger from McDonalds was my absolute favourite.

"That's sad that you can't achieve your dreams because you're basically forced to do what you do," I said with a frown as I watched Harry wondering what sort of dreams be may have had as a child, as all children do only to grow up and realise that his destiny was already laid out for him like a plate.

"Sweetheart, this world is a cruel place." He said monotonously, running a ring clad hand through his hair as his bicep bulged slightly making my mouth water. Why, oh why did he have to be so damn attractive.

"I know," I murmured softly, our gazes connecting in a sort of understanding that shot tingles throughout my core. His forest green eyes burning through me as a muscle in his jaw jumped with the strain he was putting on it making it look more chiselled than usual,'butterflies fluttered around inside my stomach at our extended gazes, my infatuation with him probably clearly visible across my face as I found myself beginning to shy away from the intense staring.

He suddenly stood up gathering his rubbish in his large palms as he headed over to a wicker bin in the corner which he then carelessly dumped the rubbish in. I took a sip of my icy Coke as Harry made his way back, however I was left confused as he stopped in front of my seated form rather than re-taking a seat on the bed. His long, ringed finger tilted my chin upwards as he bent down slightly to plant a lingering kiss on my forehead and a heavy open mouthed kiss onto my lips. My eyes fluttered closed, a natural sense of pleasure and comfort washing over me as a short breath was expelled from my mouth.

He moved back, jaw taut, face set in concentration as he gave nothing away as to the reasoning behind his sudden surge of affection, his nimble fingers tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as his green eyes softened up slightly.

My cheeks heated and I disconnected our gazes to rather peek at my sock covered feet, getting interested at the ruffles around the ankles as Harry then sat down opposite me on his bed.

I ate in silence whilst Harry scrolled through his phone with a furrow between his brows and jaw clenched, he looked as if something was irritating him, however I knew asking him would only further his already formed irritation so I left it at that. One I had finished eating I gathered my rubbish and neatly placed it in the bin before climbing up to sit beside Harry with my legs curled up underneath me.

"Hi," I breathed, his close vicinity making me breathless and slightly shaky, as strange as that sounds. He gave me a bored look, arms folded across his firm chest, which made his nicely formed arm muscles tense making me gulp.

"Harry, can I ask you a question?" I asked peering up at him through my lashes.

HARRY

She gazed up at me with wide eyes, twinkling with naivety and undisguised innocence. Her stare so pure it often caught me off guard after being surrounded by stares which were anything but, hell, Amelia as a whole caught me off guard at times. Frightened at the slightest thing, however stubborn when she wanted, but also pure like a baby lamb. It made the undeniable urge to protect her surge straight through me, although that came naturally anyway.

I feared for her, I feared that one day that same twinkle may get extinguished and that was something I can openly admit I did not want to happen. She was definitely not what I had envisioned, however I didn't want her to change in the slightest. Her childlike innocence and how she found great joy in the most smallest of things astounded me, even with all of the negativity surrounding her she still remained positive and emitting a warm glow that attracted everyone. I felt like a moth at times, drawn to what was destined to kill me.

I couldn't deny it that she was beautiful, however she was beautiful both inside and out which was something of a rare find. I found myself kissing her and often gazing at her more than I ever intended to. She was just so fucking fragile, I felt like I needed to constantly touch her or gaze at her to make sure she was fine and healthy.

I wish I couldn't give a shit about her wellbeing, however our bond to each other doesn't let that happen and sometimes even when I don't want to, I am overtaken by affection for her small self.
It drives me fucking mad. 

A/N:

Hii! Okay I know that was V V boring and small but it's building up to something big I promise :-)