Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 28

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Harry's P.O.V 

I would rather want this night to be a dream, the dream I dream every night to just fuck her would come true. Something up in the universe was sure giving me signs; the fucking small bed made the blood in my veins jump and dance around making me anxious.  

All that I can think of is me doing her in the bed, but I try my best to shove all those thoughts away because I know she's staring at me weirdly and my jaw is down on the floor. I pick it back up and gulp, "That's...that's a cute bed you have there." 

She giggles, pulling me by my arm, "I know. I get that it's small, but we will manage, right?" 

I can manage but I don't guarantee that my hormones won't jump out in the middle of the night and do something I do not intend to do. The visions of her in the bathroom taking a steamy shower in the morning makes me want to throw my head at the wall and just put a pause to all these thoughts.  

Rebecca pats the bed and offers me to sit next to her. I'm pretty sure I saw her batting her lashes and I can't tell if she's offering me to join her, is she?  

God dammit, I need to stop thinking about having sex with her. I would never want to lose something this near to perfect just because of that thing in my pants.  

"Harry?", she calls out for me making me snap out of my daydream. 

I give my head a big huge shake to just not try to think about all those shitty yet amazingly appealing thoughts. Finally sitting next to her, I take her hand into mine, drawing random things over the back of her hands, "Do you not trust me?" 

That was the last thing I wanted to ask her, I don't want her to think that I'm desperate to get inside of her, but the feeling of her not trusting me and getting terrified at the thought of going all the way with me makes me a little upset.  

Rebecca's eyes scan my face, finally meeting my eyes, "I do, and if the only way to prove it to you is to...", she hides her face to hide the blush, "to sleep with you, I would." 

I mentally slap myself for asking her this stupid question and making her think so low of herself. I sigh, "I'm not that desperate, babe." 

I roll my nose and look away, I was still fucking drunk because if I wasn't I wouldn't call her by such names, I don't get this theory of relationships, addressing someone as 'babe' or 'baby'. I would never do it when I'm sober. 

"You seem very...passionate today.", she says turning her face to her legs, those long bare legs. I gulp again to push these words down my throat. 

I lay back on my back, trying to get used to the feel of her bed, "I had a little too much today." 

Rebecca laughs and turns her head to look at me, I'm probably covering whole her bed and my legs are not even on the bed, it's way too short for someone as tall as me.