Love is war ~ styles

Chapter 23

Kate's POV

I lean on the back of one of the dinning room chairs, watching Harry. My stares leaving more of a creepy vibe than I thought.

"You like what you see babe" I could see his smile in the dim lighting.

"Never call me babe. Ever" I try to contain my laughter of trying to be serious.

"Let's just cuddle already" I blurts, so confident.

My eyes widen at his words, pausing for a second. "Yeah, right" I return his phone back on the table.

"You have to sleep sometime" He says, ironically, I yawn. "See?" He says.

"If you implying me sleeping in your bed with you, it is never going to happen mate" I assure him.

"No" His voice is so serious in that moment. "Unless you want" He winks, saving himself from his last word.

"I am not sleeping with you" I state. Not moving an inch.

"I never said that" He says almost immmedately after.

I felt embarassed, althought I had nothing to be embarassed about. "I am also not going cuddle with you" I say, easing my words.

"But you have to sleep one way or another" He repeats again.

I gave him a sassy look, not expecting him to see in such dark lighting.

"I like you and your sassyness" He randomly says. He licks his lips, prepared to say more. "You're fucking adorable. You are everything I've wanted, I wanted you to be mine since I first laid eyes on you, I couldn't talk to Niall for the longest time because he got to you first. Ever since you walked into that house, in your little forever 21 dress, hair casual, yet still cute. But you walked in with Niall. That bastard. I knew you fell for him, I knew he fell for you. I knew you were the one I wanted, the one I waited for my entire life. No one compares to you" His words were quite slow, but I took them to heart. He pauses for a brief moment.

"Harry I-" I start my words without even thinking what I was going to say next.

"Do you know what it's like to have your heartbroken by someone how doesn't give a damn about you and doesn't feel the same way or they have no clue you exist? But you know you have to keep smiling and be happy for them no matter how much it hurts. Because you love them but they will never know how much you truly care and love them. Just smile through the pain my friend. They've forgotten everything about you. Because they never knew you" His words come to a stop.

The house is nothing but silence. I didn't know what to say. He had already said everything.

I have never felt so terrible in my life. I was loss for words. Stuttering, trying to figure out what to say.

"Harry- I- I am so sorry-" I couldn't finish.

"No you're not" He blurts, so honest. "Can you get me some aspirin, and a bucket. I might throw up" He acts like his words were nothing. Like Niall.

''Uhm- uhh- Yeah, Sure" I finally say. I return to the kitchen, confused. Feeling like I was going to throw up. I place the bucket and aspirin next to him. Sensing the heat. I take a seat on the larger couch next to his. Trying to say something more powerful than what he had said. "I'm- I'm just sorry okay?" I say more sassy-er than I intended. I lay down, head farther away from him. I could feel the awkwardness through the air.

I never thought a love triangle would ever happen to someone like me.

Mid-thought I felt a heavy sense of warmth on me. It was Harry, with a nice fleece blanket. I had no energy to respond. Just enjoying being not cold.

He pulls himself closer to me. Arm starting to snake around my waist. Legs crossing mine. Head resting in my nest of hair. Snuggling his face in the crook of my neck. He wraps the blanket around me. I accept it all.

"I know" He quietly whispers in my ear.

I could feel him drifting to sleep. I turn around to face him, causing him to awaken. I look at his deep green eyes, curls framing his face better than ever. I rest my hand on his bare chest, forgetting he was only in his underwear. Our faces were close. I stop myself. Looking back. Breaking the intent stares.

"I like you" He whispers. More serious. His breath was mixes of alcohol. I couldn't tell if it was the liquor or him talking. He tilts my chin, so I face his. His fingers slowly caressing my cheek. He gently takes over.

"Kiss me" I say. Without thinking. At that moment it felt like the right thing to say.

His dimples start to show, he barely smiles. He cups my face with his fingers, making my cheek tingle. He brushes his swollen lips to mine. He teased the corner of her mouth, gently, making me wish for a little more. Our lips pressed against each others. It was so diffferent. Almost better.

And in that moment. Everything felt right. For once.

"Finally" I hear him say, before continuing, causing us to smile under the kiss.