Plot Twist

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

"It wasn't love at first sight. It took a full five minutes."

-Lucille Ball

"Mate."

Wait.

Holy shit.

Is that Harry Styles?

Oh, my God, that's Harry Styles!

Wait - what did he say?

What the hell is happ -

Before I could even process what was going on, fingers latched onto my waist and someone crushed me against their chest. My head squashed against their upper torso, my feet left the ground and the pleasant scent of saltwater started to invade my senses. Whoever had, like, jumped me weaved their arms around my waist, not leaving much room for movement.

What's going on!?

Is someone...hugging me?

Even in my completely confused/what-the-fuck-is-that-Harry-Styles state, it didn't take long at all for my survival instincts to kick in. Adrenaline flooding my veins, I started to kick and try to maneuver myself out of this person's hold.

However, they only seemed to tighten their boa constrictor-like embrace in response, but I was able to move my head around enough to make eye-contact, "Let me go, ass -"

The end of my insult died on my tongue as my eyes met those of my captor and I realized just who was holding me.

Ah, fuck.

Sharp green eyes and curly dark hair stared back at me, his expression glazed, mouth slightly parted open.

Say something, Cal! You look like an idiot just staring at him!

It's just -

I mean, the mate thing -

Like, it's not Harry -

His hair -

Seriously, the mate thing -

But his hair -

The dimples -

Not Harry -

The dimples!

Say something, Cal!

"Can I touch your hair?" Blurted out of my mouth before I could filter it.

Oh, geez.

Of all the things I could've said!

At my voice and question, Harry-Not-Harry seemed to regain his bearings, closing his mouth and tightening his hold as I babbled like an idiot, "I, uh, didn't mean that, ha-ha. It's just you have really nice h-hair, and like - you know what? Ha-ha, like how weird is this, uh, situation, am I right? Although, weird is okay, uh, I mean, you're not weird! It's me, I'm weird! Like, when I drink chocolate milk, I get really weird. Am I saying weird too much? I feel like I'm saying it too much, ha-ha is that just me? You know what -"

"You can touch it. If you'd like," His voice cut me off, and I snapped my head up to look at him from where I'd been awkwardly staring at his chest as I rambled on. His expression was one of extreme amusement - a broad smile on his lips. My heart felt like it was trying to break it's way out of my chest, and my breath was heavy.