Unexpected- A Harry Styles FanFiction

Chapter 13

Leslie's P.O.V

Things with Harry have been really weird, yet really nice this past week. Since I stayed at his house that first night, we haven't really been separated. I've stayed at his house twice since then. We haven't done anything. Just cuddled. The feeling of his arms around me is like no other feeling in the entire world. I feel safe. Its weird though, we aren't dating. We aren't together, but we aren't apart. Hardly ever. He comes over every morning. Unless I'm at his house, then he makes me breakfast and we lay in bed watching movies. I can't imagine what will happen after summer ends. Thank god we're only three weeks into it. Now that I'm in college, my summer will last a little longer. I'm not sure what Harry will do though. Hold up, who says Harry and I will even last that long? Well, there's nothing to keep going. Yet. Or maybe never at all. I still feel like maybe I could be just another girl on the list. Before I know it, I'll mean nothing to him, but the way he's been treating me lately makes it seem impossible for us not to be a thing, or uggghh. Its all so confusing. Speaking of Harry, he'll be here in an hour! My thoughts have completed distracted me. I'm literally sitting on my bed in my spandex and sports bra. Wow.

So I pull my white shorts on over my spandex and slip a red scoop-neck t shirt over my head. I tuck the shirt in and pull a black belt through the loops. I quickly straighten my hair and brush some natural-looking make up on. I'm not sure why I'm so worried about the way I look around Harry. I mean, he's seen me the moment I wake up. If that doesn't scare him away, I'm not sure what could. I finish up and still have about 15 minutes until Harry gets here, so I make my way to the kitchen where my mom and Shawn sit across from each other at the small square table in the corner.

"Good Morning Leslie." Shawn says in a perky tone. What the hell?

"Hi." I respond coldly.

" Shawn and I are going Hiking later. Would you like to come?" my mom asks.

"Harry's coming over."

"You and Harry sure have been spending a lot of time together."

"That's what best friends do."

"Do best friends also spend the night at each others houses?"

"Uhh...yea mom. They do."

"Not when theyre opposite genders." Wow. She's really pushing here.

"Oh my god, mom! I'm 18. I'm an adult. I can make my own decisions."

"My job as your mother is to make sure you're not in danger at any point."

"Danger?! Mom, its Harry we're talking about here. No harm at all."

"You told me yourself he sleeps around and such. God knows what nasty stuff you could catch."

"What?! No. I'm just hanging out. We aren't fucking!"

"Leslie! Watch your mouth."

"Well, you act like you know everything about me. You don't. You know nothing."

I can see the pain flash in her eyes as the words spill out of my mouth.

"Maybe you're right. I'm sorry." She says quietly as her head hangs towards the floor.

I want to apologize, but, I mean, she can't just assume stuff like that. Still. I shouldn't have said it. My thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. I run to the door like a puppy. I don't know why I always get so excited. We really do see each other all the time, but every moment I'm without him, I miss him.

"Hey!" He smiles and kisses me on the cheek. I hug him then lead him into the kitchen where I hope things have calmed down a little.

"Hello Harry." my mom says in an emotionless tone. Jesus Christ. Always so difficult.

"Hey!" He responds then snakes his arm around my waist. Both my mom's and Shawn's eyes go directly to his arm, and he quickly removes it.

"Well, maybe we should get going." Shawn says breaking the awkward silence. The two of them walk out of the room, and Harry turns towards me.

"What was that about? Is everything okay?"

"Yea. Everythings fine. She's just being her." I sigh. I run my hand over my forehead to push my hair back and watch as a grin grows on his face.

"What?" I ask a little embarrassed.

"That's one of the cutest things I've ever seen."

"What is?"

"When you run your hand like that. You do it when you're frustrated." He steps closer to me. He leans in to kiss me and I give in for a split second, but then pull away.

"No. Not here. Not now at least."

"What?" He looks at me confused.

Before I can answer, my mom comes in interrupting our conversation.

"We're leaving. Don't get yourself in trouble."

"Bye mom!" I say as a sit on the counter top, knowing she hates when I do that. I let the front door shut then wait a few moments before bringing my attention back to harry.

"Get over here!" I motion with my finger. He grins and stands right in front of me in between my legs. No other words are said before our lips meet. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me closer, but it doesn't work the way he had seemed to want it to, so I wrap my legs around his waist and his lips chuckle against mine. He inches closer causing me to lean back. I put one hand one the counter keeping my balance. His hand finds my cheek, and I let my other had fall to the counter as I relax.

"Ouch!" I let out and his lips depart from mine.

"What happened? What's wrong?" Worry covers his face. its kind of amusing to see what I can do to this boy by saying just one word.

"Oh my god." He looks down at my hand just as I do. Theres blood all over. I look down at the counter and notice the knife laying where I had placed my hand.

"No worries! Doctor styles to the rescue!" He jokes as he pulls his shirt over his head.

"What are you doing?!" I blush at the site of his shirtless body standing right in front of me.

"There. Now give me a sec." He says wrapping his shirt around my hand then taking off in the direction of the bathroom. He comes back with the mini first aid kit we keep in the drawer. He gently unwraps his shirt from my hand.

"Oh. I'm so sorry. That's gunna stain."

"Hey, its a white v neck. I can find them anywhere. Don't worry about it. " He responds as he gently coats the cut with Triple Antibiotic gel. He cautiously places a thin piece of gauze over the cut that wraps it with medical wrap.

"Well thank you Doctor Styles! I don't know what I would do without!" I tease. He picks me up bridal style and carries me over to the couch. He sits down placing me on his lap.

"All patients are required to be watched closely for 24 hours after a procedure." He laughs and kisses me. I could really get used to this. It's all so complicated though. Maybe now would be a good time to ask about it.