Instant | Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 10

I woke up, at 10oclock. My head was pounding like crazy. It was hurting worse than last night. I needed to take some painkillers, so I headed downstairs. I had forgotten that Harry had stayed the night, much to my disgust until I walked into the kitchen and there half naked, he stood. I thought my heart had stopped. I gasped as he turned around he was almost as shocked as I was. He was so beautiful. His shirtless chest was making me go weak at the knees. His torso toned perfectly and his skin tanned nicely. His tattoos were so flawless. I had never really been a fan of tattoos but these were something different. My heartbeat increased dramatically. I found myself now looking at his lower half. The white shorts he had borrowed from my brother fitted him perfectly, they made his legs look perfect just like the rest of him I was yet to see him bum. No, I had to stop myself from falling for him.

'Erm, hi' Harry mumbled.

'What are you doing?' I burst out, much to my surprise as well as his.

He just stood there, clutching the grey t-shirt in his hands, which were also my brothers. His hair beautifully ruffled from his sleep, he ran his fingers through it, trying to tame his mop of curls, which made him look even more attractive. Did he realise how seductive it was. He stared at me, while I got angry, because of his lack of response.

'Well' I spoke more aggressively.

'I, erm, well' he mumbled his morning voice like music to my ears; I wanted him to speak, so I could listen to it again.

'You what, come on' I spoke; I was now getting very impatient, the quicker he spoke, the quicker it was over and the quicker he could leave.

'I spilt tea on your brothers t-shirt and I was looking for something to clean it up with' he spoke nervously.

Why was he nervous, did I make him nervous, he made me bloody angry and it was not healthy for me to be this angry? I hadn't even known him for 24 hours and he had already made me angrier than I had ever been in my whole life.

'Well put it in the washing machine you idiot' I spoke, getting irritated by his presence.

'Just give it here, you are really starting to irritate me now' I spoke a bit slower.

He walked over to me slowly, chuckling. Why was he laughing, because I did not find the situation funny? I tried to back away crashing into the fridge. He was now decreasing the distance between us very quickly, much to my objection. I tried to increase it by placing my hands on his bare chest and pushing him away. As I placed my hands on his chest I felt electricity shoot through me. He grabbed a hold of my hands and pinned them to my sides. He dropped the t-shirt whilst pinning my hands down. My breathing quickened, as did his. There was now no space between us. His eyes were staring straight into mine, I didn't look away I kept mine locked onto his as well. His green eyes seemed even more beautiful in the daylight. I just wanted to pounce on him. What was I saying? This boy had been in my life for 30 seconds and he had already fucked up my feelings completely and at that moment in time I didn't care.

'Harry' I finally managed to say.

His plump lips parted, and his breath fanned my neck and he brought his lips into a cheeky smile.

'W-what are you doing?' I asked, as calmly as I could.

'Whatever you want me to do' he spoke, seductively.

I gulped, I had no response, and my voice had been stolen by his words. My mind was screaming with an answer but it was not reaching, my now extremely dry mouth. He placed his index finger on my bottom lip, and ran it along. No, I had to stop this before it got out of hand because he was in no position to stop himself.

'Do you want to know what I want?' I asked him sweetly, he nodded.

'For you to get off me, to stop this and to leave me alone' I harshly said, almost shouting.

With my new found strength and pushed him off me, and moved swiftly out the way he took a tumble at the shock of my violent gesture.

'NOW GO' I shouted this time.

'GET OUT, CHANGE AND LEAVE ME ALONE FOREVER' I screamed.

My brother Luke came running downstairs, as I screamed. He looked at me worried and then too Harry. We had now left the kitchen and were in the dining room.

'You have 5 minutes to get your stuff and leave, I want you gone by the time I return' I informed him.

Harry hadn't spoken a word since I started shouting at him. He just looked at me as I turned away and walked back into the kitchen. I picked up the t-shirt that was on the floor, from mine and Harry's heated moment. I chucked it into the washing machine and headed over to the medicine cabinet and pulled out some painkillers. My shouting at Harry had made my headache ten times worse, I swallowed the painkillers and boiled the kettle. As the kettle boiled I could hear my brother talking to Harry, telling him how sorry he was for my actions and that I didn't mean what I said, that I needed time to come round and give him a chance. I meant every word I said, and why would I give Harry a chance, he has never asked me out or shown his interest to be my boyfriend I had only know him 12 hours. Harry has girls wanting him left right and centre as last night proved. Me and Harry would never be friends so there was no chance we would be anything more. As soon as he was gone, we would both forget about each other and move on and never see each other again. I would never date anyone famous because I couldn't stand to have my private life splashed across the front pages. Why was I even thinking about this? I finished making my cup of tea and walked into the living room. He was gone, thank god. Finally he was out of my life; those 12 hours he was in my life were the worst few of my life.

'Why were you so mean to him?' Luke asked sitting next to me.

'Why do you care' I bit back.

'God sorry, Mrs Hormones' he said sarcastically.

'Luke, I really can't be bothered with your sarcasm, could you just leave me alone for a bit' I asked politely.

'Sure, but before I go here' he spoke, tossing me the newspaper and walking out.

I put my tea down and picked up the paper and right there in front of my was a picture of me and Harry from last night of him holding my hand and of me looking like I wanted to kill myself.

The title stated 'HARRY STYLES LEAVES CONCERT WITH MYSTERY GIRL, OF HIS OWN AGE FOR ONCE'.

'SHIT' I shouted, as my mother and father walked in from shopping.