The Styles Brothers | Harry Styles

Chapter 30. Truth

What? He got to be kidding. It's been three years for gods sake! How is it even possible. It is not. He is joking just to get in my pants. I am not buying this.

You: ''What?'' I then ask.

What if he actually had had feelings for me the entire time? It sounds impossible, but what if it is actually true? I mean, he has probably been dating hundreds of girls, but maybe that is why it didn't work out with them, because he had feelings for me. Him and Sophia broke up just after we met again. I do not really want to believe this at all. Harry is every american girls dream, why would he have feelings for a dork like me? I can help, but feel guilty about him and Sophia, even though I am not even sure it is because of me, but what if it is? It is not that I like Harry or anything, I think so. Do I? Like, I mean, he is cute, and charming, and good looking. I am not saying that I have feelings for him, but I am not saying that I don't like him.

Harry: ''Nothing.'' He lies.

You: ''Please Harry.'' He looks up and his beautiful green eyes meet mine. ''Tell me.'' I say and smile a little to comfort him.

Harry: ''You'll just think I'm a complete idiot.'' I have the greatest comeback right now.

You: ''No, you are a complete idiot. I don't have to think that when I can just say it.'' I tease.

Harry: ''Well thank you. That made me a lot more comfortable.'' He chuckles.

You: ''No seriously, come on Harry. Tell me.'' I say and hold his head in my hands.

Without saying anything, he turns around and lay down between my legs, his head resting on my chest. This literally makes my heart race, and I am sure that he can feel that. The way my chest raises up and down. Oh god. I lay my arms over his shoulders and combine my hands together on his chest. He lay his hands over mine and a warm feeling go through my body.

Harry: ''Are you sure you want to know?''

You: ''Yes.'' I say and lay my chin on his head.

Harry: ''It is a long story.''

You: ''Harry come on, tell me.'' I am tired of his 'Why don't we just change subject' sentences.

Harry: ''Okay.'' He says and takes a deep breath. ''When I left England three years ago, I couldn't stop thinking about you.'' 

You: ''I have to stop you there. Are you serious? I mean, you aren't just pulling a joke on me?''

Harry: ''No, of course not.'' He says and crunch his face.

You: ''Okay, continue.'' 

Harry: ''What I was saying was, I just couldn't stop thinking about you. I just couldn't get you out of my head no matter what I was doing, you were just stuck in there. Then I met this girl named Hannah. I asked her out on a date, in hope that you might disappear from my head, and to my surprise, you did. We dated for about a month, then I dumped her because you came to my mind again. It continued like that, with lots of different girls, but then suddenly Sophia came into my life, and I finally thought I was over you, but that night on the restaurant where I met you again, I just sunk back in. I fell, hard, harder than the first time. I know I sound like some psychopath right now, but you wanted to know the truth and I gave it to you.'' 

You: ''What happened with Sophia?'' I say catching myself playing with his curls. 

I should stop, but I can't. I don't have any control over my body right now. This is a weird feeling.

Harry: ''She caught me.''

You: ''Caught you? What is that supposed to mean?'' This is really confusing.