Criminal (punk harry styles)

Chapter two

Delilah's P.O.V.

What the hell am I doing?

The original plan was to just help this man out and then send him on his way, so how did I end up changing him into a pair of my dad's pajamas, washing his face and tucking him into my bed? I honestly have no idea. I'd been staring at him for the past 2 hours now, just waiting for him to wake up.

I sighed, trailing my finger tips along his cheekbone and across his nose, surprised at how soft his skin was. Weren't males supposed to have rough, stubbly skin? He smelt really good too, his hair smelt of a very sweet vanilla. Don't judge me for smelling his hair. Other than my dad I've never been this close to a boy, let alone a super attractive one.

I was tipped from my thoughts when I felt him stir under my hand, making me jerk back slightly and watch as his face scrunched up and his nostrils flared. The creature's eyelids wrinkled up and his lips quirked down, his hands reaching up and scrubbing lightly over the skin of his face. With a yawn he opened his eyes very slowly, staring straight up at the roof. Clearly unaware of my presence, a small smile crossed his features as he thought and his eyes never once blinked. I gave out a barely audible cough, which startled him to say the least. He practically threw the blanket off of himself and flung his body against the wall, his eyes pinning me down as I stared at them for the first time in awe. They were such a wild, vibrant green, much similar to the colour of leaves on a tree during spring. He reached for his pocket only to find it was completely empty, his fingers poking the material of the blue pajama pants.

"What the fuck?!" he gasped. "Where is it?!"

"Where's what?" I asked curiously, mesmerized by his deep voice. His eyes seemed to focus on mine for the first time.

"Who are you?" he asked shakily. "Where am I?"

"I'm Delilah," I explained sheepishly, still captivated by his presence. Any normal person would probably be terrified right now, having a complete stranger in their house and and whatnot, but honestly he wasn't all that scary. "

Also, you're in my house," I continued, sweeping my hand in a way of showing off my room. He cocked his head to the side.

"Why?"

"Because I helped you," I stated proudly, although he didn't seem impressed.

"Why?" he repeated, angrier this time. "Why the fuck would you do that?"

"Because you needed help."

"No I didn't!" he snapped, lunging forward and I thought for a second he was going to tackle me to the ground and choke me. Instead he landed just to the left of me, stalking across the room and searching across my dutchess for something. "Where is it?" he whipped around, staring expectantly at me.

"Where's what?"

"My gun," he clarified with a frustrated tone.

"Oh my god, you have a gun?!" I asked excitedly, leaning forward eagerly. He rolled his eyes at my childish reaction.

"Yeah," he muttered, probably wishing I wasn't here. "I do."

"That's so cool!" I grinned. "But it wasn't on you when I brought you in here."

"Damn it, I must've dropped it when I was running from the cops," he spoke quietly to himself.

"Running from the cops, huh?" I asked, raising my eyebrow at him.

He copied my actions, only for different reasons. I did it to make him laugh, he did it because he thought I was crazy. "What'd you do?"

The man looked like he wasn't sure what to do with himself, but I don't blame him. I often got this reaction from people when I tried to be their friend. After a while he finally answered with, "Robbed a bank."

"That's so bad ass," I blurted out, making him chuckle.

"Yeah, it was pretty bad ass," he shrugged.

"So what do you need?" I peppered him. "Clothes? Food? A hideout?"

"What about your parents?"

"They're out for the next three days," I winked, which only made his eyebrow raise further. He stared at me and crossed his arms over his chest.

"You know," he began, " If I were you, I wouldn't get caught up with a guy like me."

"Why not?" I challenged. He stepped forward, towering over me and making me shrink back in my spot.

"Because I'm a bad man," he whispered. "I could kill you in seconds, take everything you own, and nobody would ever know it was me." His eyes were huge and terrifying, it made my throat go dry and I found it hard to speak.

"I don't care," I managed to squeak out.

"Strong girl," he smirked, inching closer to me. I could feel his breath blowing on my face. "Do you really think you could handle me?"

'Yes," I gulped, making his smirk grow into a smile.

"Cute." He turned back around and flung himself back face first onto my bed, stretching his limbs out like a cat would. Now that I thought about it, everything about him is like a cat. His sleek body, the way he walked, and those shifty, bright green eyes that shined even in the dim light of my bedroom.

"Could you fetch me a cup of water, love?"

"Of course!" I chimed, giddying down the stairs stairs to get a cup of water from the kithen.

For the criminal.

Who was in my room.

This is so awesome.

(a/n: So basically if you haven't figured it out yet, Delilah is absolutely nuts. :P I'm sorry that this is so lame! I didn't know what to put and I suck at writing so I don't know what you expected from me. (; I decided to update because you got 7 votes and that's pretty darn close to 10, right? If you want an early update - which I doubt you will since this sucks lol - then 10 votes and 5 comments, mah friends! If not, I'll update whenever. Thanks for wasting your time reading this! (': Another long authors note. -.- Adios. ✌ )