Which Direction? {A Frat Boy Harry Fanfiction}

Chapter 19

"I don't know what's going on," he said bringing his hands to tease the ends of his curls.

"Me neither," I agreed honestly. He sat across from me on Riley's bed. I sat down on my own bed, facing him. We had just kissed...again. And it was just as incredible as the first time. I watched him lean his elbows down onto his knee, bringing his distressed face into his hands. 

I decided to fracture the silence when I realized he probably wasn't planning on saying anything soon, "Why are you even here?"

"I don't know," his voice was quiet as he spoke under his breath. 

"Why do you keep kissing me?"

He was getting himself into this own mess. 

"Actually the first time--" he looked up from the ground, "--you kissed me." I gulped. 

"Right," there was no way I was apologizing for that. The back of my throat started to tickle, my palms getting sweatier by the second. 

"Can we talk about something else?" he forced suddenly.

"Like what?" 

"I don't know," he looked around the room, "Anything but this." By this he meant us. He didn't want to talk about how we seemed to always end up confronting each other, how we end up kissing each other. Yeah, I was attracted to him. His breathtaking scent, that I couldn't get enough of. His thick curls that bounced with his every motion. His lips, that were so plump and kissable...But his personality gladly turned me off. 

Ding! I pulled my phone out of my back pocket reading a short message from Riley. 

Niall just called me, I'm going over to his place to study. See you later tonight xx

I smiled. 

"Who was that?" 

"Is it really any of your business?" I retorted before even realizing my harshness. His face dropped, his eyes leaving my gaze. "I mean-It was Riley. She's gonna go study with Niall," I took a deep breath, "So she won't be coming home for awhile."

"Do they have-," he paused, "-like a thing?" 

"Yeah I think so. I mean at least I hope so. I think they'd make a really sick couple," I said bringing my feet up onto my bed so I could sit criss cross apple sauce. 

"I guess..."

"God why does Niall bug you so much? He's a really nice guy. Probably the nicest guy I've met at this school," he stayed quiet for a few seconds, "Anyways...seriously why are you still here?" 

"I like talking to you," his eyes wandered to the ceiling and back down to the floor. I didn't know what to think. Harry's usually the one to come onto girls, to do the major flirting. But he seemed different with me. He seemed nervous. But I knew, in the back in my mind, that it was impossible that I made him jealous. 

I've never really captured male attention, like that. I never dressed like it, or acted like it. I never really had time for boys. And now that I do, I wish I didn't. They're distracting and complicated. 

"You're so different Chelsea," this sounds like the beginning of the coversation I had just had with Niall. 

"So are you Harry," I didn't really know what I meant by that, but it was true. He's really different from all the guys I've met. 

"But I mean you're so confident. Most girls are insecure hoes who don't know crap about defending themselves. But you--you're different," his glassy eyes met mine, leaving me out of breath.

"Yeah, I stand up for myself. But it's such a turn off for guys, you know, if I have more balls than them," I chuckled lightly, "And trust me I have more balls than half the dicks at this university." 

"Trust me, I agree with that," he lowered his voice to a whisper, "but I'm sure guys are all over you." 

"What? No way! Guys don't look at me that way..."

"Chelsea? Are you joking? Of course they do," he swiped the black beanie swiftly off his head, "Wherever you go I notice guys' eyes coming along with you." 

"That's so not true! I'm not slutty enough for guys to notice me like that," it was true. Nowadays you either had to be drop-dead gorgeous or be butt-naked to get noticed. 

"That's what you think..." he rubbed the back of his neck before easily putting the beanie perfectly back on his head, "Chelsea you're stunning. You're brave. You're smart. I don't see who wouldn't look at you that way." 

"I--" I was at a loss for words. At the words that seemed to spiral out of Harry's mouth. "Thanks." it was the only word I could form. 

"I'm just telling the truth," he shrugged.

"But that's weird coming from you," I tried to control myself from saying something to ruin the moment, "You literally have girls lined up for you. You're the most desirable guy in this college, and I really don't know what you're even doing here talking to me right now." 

"That's not true." 

"Of course it is. You can't deny the power you have over--pretty much everyone," including me. 

"Not everyone."

"What?" 

"Well I don't have you knocking on my door at midnight wanting a one night stand do I?" I couldn't tell if it was a joke or not. But then I saw the sly smile that spread across his pink lips moments later. 

"No you don't...but you have so many others. And you take them up on it. Don't lie, you've probably slept with half of our world civ class," my fist clenched and my jaw tightened at the thought of the blonde bimbo Whitney.

"It's not like I'm proud of it," he said quietly.

"Then what is it?" it seemed like pride to me. Complete and utter pride. He was the man of the school, and he knew it. Why was he denying it?

"I should go," he said lowly changing the subject.

"Okay..." I said. Of course he knew it. Of course he wouldn't deny it. Why would I even have the hope that he would? 

I walked up to the door with him, opening it for him. He gave me a small nod as I held it back for him. He stepped outside. He took a step, before turning back around.

"Hey Chelsea?" 

"Hm?" His eyelashes fluttered closed before reversing. He looked me straight in the eye, as he rubbed his fists together. He seemed to be counting to 3 before he spoke.

"Did you um--" he looked down at his fidgeting shoes, "--maybe wanna go out to dinner or something sometime?" 

Of course I knew my answer, but looking at his nervousness I could tell he wasn't so sure. Biting my lip I let my body fall figuratively into his grasp. I couldn't stop myself from falling, but I caved anyways, "Yes." 

"Okay then," his lips lightly tugged into a quiet smile before he turned on his heels and walked down the hall.