Think About Love

Part 6: "I'll Have To Do It Sooner Or Later."

Julie's POV

I woke up in the same soft bed as yesterday, yawning and rubbing my eyes. I noticed the empty spot next to me and sighed, knowing Harry wasn't here. I was about to step off the side of the bed when I remembered tripping the other day, and stopped myself. I peeked over the side, sure enough seeing the mop of curly hair sprawled out on a pillow, a thin sheet covering him. I chuckled quietly noticing his mouth slightly open, light snores coming out. I stepped over him and walked out of the room, noticing that the living room was empty. The boys must have gone home last night, I thought. I shuddered at the thought of going home, knowing my dad was probably worried sick about me. I fought the urge to cry as the memories of Dean and my stepmother came rushing back, and walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth. After doing that I went down stairs intending to make breakfast, it was the least I could do for Harry. I pulled out everything I needed and whipped up some pancakes and sausage. I almost screamed when Harry wrapped his arms around me from behind, scaring me in the kitchen for the second time. He buried his head in my neck. "Mmm, smells good." He said, his voice raspier than normal from sleeping, but I'm not complaining, it was hot. I blushed as he pulled away, kissing my cheek. I put the breakfast on two plates and turned around, meeting the green-eyed boy who sat at the kitchen counter, shirtless with just sweatpants on. I smiled and sat next to him, putting the plate down in front of him. He quickly dug into the meal, not wasting a second. My eyes raked over his body, taking in all of his tattoos. He had two swallows up by his shoulders and a butterfly on his lower abdomen, and his arm was covered with little things, such as a mermaid, a bible, and a ship. I became fascinated looking at them, and only looked up when he cleared his throat. My face turned a deep shade of red, knowing I'd been caught. He smirked, chuckling before speaking. "Like what you see, love?" He said. I didn't meet his eye and just laughed, returning to my breakfast. I got up and put my plate in the sink, turning around to see Harry about an inch or two away from me. He pressed his lips to mine, mumbling, "I like what I see too." against my mouth. He pecked my lips one more time before putting his plate in the sink too, scratching his neck. "The boys went home last night, and I carried you upstairs, you fell asleep down here." He said. I smiled. "Thank you." I said. "Speaking of home..." He trailed off and I gulped. Was he kicking me out? "You can stay here as long as you want, we all love having you here. I just didn't know if you wanted to go get some of your things so you don't have to wear my gigantic clothes anymore." I laughed, he was so sweet, letting me stay in his home. "I can go back home, Harry. I'll have to do it sooner or later." I said, not trusting myself to say anything else, afraid I might cry. He nodded, and I saw emotion flash through his eyes, but I wasn't sure what it was. Sadness, maybe?

Harry's POV

      I tried not to let my sadness show, but how could I not? She was leaving me. I'd only known her for a few short days but I'd never felt like this before. She was so beautiful, and no girl has ever made this much of a connection with me. Everyone thought of me as THE Harry Styles from One Direction, but she didn't. She saw me for me, not as some superstar. Plus, I didn't want her going back to that dick of a boyfriend, he didn't deserve her. And her stepmother, who knows what would happen? I just didn't want her to get hurt. And I sure as hell wasn't going to let her.

Julie's POV

      I sighed, putting my head in my hands. I really didn't want to leave Harry. I liked him and the boys, and I don't want to see Dean. "Hey," Harry said, lifting my chin up. "You alright?" He whispered, looking directly in my eyes. "Yeah." I lied. I knew Harry could see right through it when he wrapped his strong arms around me. I broke down, sobbing yet again in Harry's arms. He stroked my back, whispering in my ear. "Shhh, it's alright, baby." If it were any other moment, my face would be beat red at the name he called me. Right now, I was just focused on the situation at hand. He placed a kiss to the top of my head. I smiled, wiping my tears. "Can I change?" I asked. He nodded again. "Pick anything you want from the dresser." He said. I stood up, kissing his cheek before making my way upstairs. I ruffled through the drawers, opening the far left one. I gasped and looked at the contents. Condoms filled the drawer and I blushed. Of course he has them, he's a boy. He's obviously done it before. I thought, blushing again at the thought of Harry needing a condom, maybe even with me? I shook away the thought. Harry would never want anything to do with me like that. He didn't like me. I pushed my feelings aside and pulled out a black hoodie of Harry's and some grey joggers. I slipped my still-wet bra and underwear on before putting on the clothes and then met Harry in the kitchen. "You look good in my clothes," He said, smirking. I mumbled a 'thanks' under my breath, my cheeks heating again. "Want me to drive you?" He asked. "Sure." I said. "Alright. Ready?" I sighed. "As ready as I'll ever be." Harry intertwined our fingers and I blushed as we headed out the door.

Here goes nothing.