The Way (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 22

My heart stops as I look at the tall figure standing infront of the door.

"Harry..." I whisper and his head turns.

"Alex! Oh my god. I have been worried sick about you! Where the hell have you been?" He walks quickly down the hallway to where I am frozen in place.

"Out." I snap.

"Alex, we need to talk. I know you read those text messages, and I can assure you they are not what you think." He rushes the words out of his mouth.

"I don't know what to think." I whisper.

"Please don't be like that." He looks down at me through his lashes.

I finally gain the strength to move from my place in the hall. I walk past Harry and hastily dig my keys out of my purse, unlocking the door. I walk into my living room and Harry follows shutting the door behind him.

"Sure. Come in." I murmur sarcastically to myself.

"There is nothing going on with her, Alex. You have to believe me." He runs his hand through his hair.

"Well maybe you should tell her that." I am passed being upset. I am now pissed. Really fucking pissed.

"I have. She just dosen't understand."

"Understand what, Harry? It's not like we're dating." I roll my eyes.

"I like you, Alex. I really like you. Isn't that enough?"

"Not for me." I whisper and his mouth drops open.

"What?"

"You heard me. I can't keep doing this. How am I suppose to know that you aren't just fucking random girls and seeing me at the same time?"

"I guess you have to trust me." He shrugs his shoulders apologetically.

"Trust you? I hardly know you!"

"Well maybe you should have thought about that before you let me finger you."

Now I'm the one who's shocked.

"Excuse me? If you are going to say things like that then you might as well leave, because this is not going to work out."

"Wait-no. Fuck. I didn't mean it like that. I just mean-you didn't care how well you knew me earlier, so why does it matter now?" He brushes his hair back once more with his fingers.

"It just matters to me." I stare into his eyes.

"Was that the first time you've let anyone do that to you?" Harry asks, and I can feel my cheeks redden.

"Yes." I breathe.

"I thought so. I'm glad I was the first." He whispers and walks closer to me.

When he reaches me Harry takes a piece of my hair and pushes it back behind my ear.

"Stop." I whisper as his lips reach closer to mine.

"I can't, Alex. That's the problem." He says as his mouth finally comes into contact with mine.

His tongue slips into my mouth before I finally realize what is happening.

I pull back suddenly, and Harry looks surprised.

"Did you sleep with her?" I ask, my emotions finally flooding to the service.

"Yes." My heart drops.

"When?"

"The last time was probably a couple weeks ago."

"After we met?"

"Yes, but before we uh-started-uh whatever we're doing." He sounds unsure of himself and I finally realize it's because he is confused himself.

"Did you ever date her?" I continue with the questioning, taking advantage of this situation.

"Fuck no." Harry shakes his head dramatically. "I have never dated anyone before."

"Ever?" I ask shocked.

"Ever. It's not that I couldn't have, I just liked fucking more than anything." He says truthfully, and my heart stings from his graphic words.

"Well I'm not going to do that. Be in that type of situation." I sound sure of myself even though I am anything but.

"I know that, Alex." He says sounding irritated.

"We are getting no where." I look away but his eyes continue to penetrate through my skin.

"Stop over thinking this." He whispers and wraps his arm around my waist pulling me into his body.

"Just think about it, okay. Think about being something more than just this." I say and lean into his tall frame.

"I will." Harry responds and breathes a long sigh of relief.

We stand in my living room for a while. My arms wrapped around him, his wrapped around me.

I'm still not sure how I feel about this. I know it's probably the last thing I want. No. The last thing I want would be to not have Harry at all.

"Jamie showed me what she looks like." I say trying to distract myself from my own thoughts.

"Oh." Is all Harry responds.

"She's gorgeous." I say remembering the brown haired girl in the Instagram picture.

"She has nothing on you." He says, kissing my hair.

My somach flips and I realize I would do anything to feel like this over, and over again.

"What are you doing for the rest of your night?" I ask Harry finally pulling away.

"I'm actually suppose to go to my moms house with Gemma later." He says and through his words I can feel the pain from earlier resurface.

"Have you talked to them since this morning?"

"Only Gemma. She is not taking our fathers death well." He says finally admitting to himself he is actually gone.

"I can imagine. How are you?" I ask.

"Better now." He says and pulls me once again into his arms. Only this time he moves to sit on the couch and I follow, laying my legs across his lap.

"What are you gonna do?" He asks me when I don't respond.

"I need to study for classes tomorrow, and get all of my stuff together."

"Get your stuff together?" He questions my words.

"Yeah...you know. Clothes, books, schedule." I shrug my shoulders and Harry looks amused.

"What?" I ask taking in the grin covering his face.

"You're that kinda girl?" He asks laughing.

I try my best to look hurt but I just can't fake it.

"Shut up." I nudge his shoulder playfully.

Harry smirks at me and I lay back onto the tan surface of the couch. I'm still not sure how we ended up here, but I can't think of one place I would rather be.