Unpredictable Love

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

The car rolls down the bumpy road that was covered in pot holes. Harry's large hand presses the button on my radio and shitty country music blares from the car speakers and my hand darts forward to lower the volume. "I hate country music..." I grumble under my breath as I try to concentrate on driving and finding my small book of CDs. A black object wedged between my seat and my door catches my attention and I grip the steering wheel, trying to keep the car safely on the road and grab the book.

When my fingers get ahold of the black leather book, I fumble to open it without looking. Eventually I get the zipper opened and I slide a Rollingstone CD out of the book. From what I understand, Harry enjoys older music, so let's see. I slide the CD into the CD player and shoot Harry a sideways grin.

The tune to one of my favorite Rolling Stone songs begins to play and I tap my fingers against the steering wheel along with the rhythm.

"What song?" I quiz Harry, and his expression seems thoughtful.

He pauses and listenes to the first few lines if the first verse. "I saw her today at the reception, a glass of wine in her hand..."

"The Rolling Stones," he starts and I don't interrupt him, allowing him to form his guess. After a pause he continues. "You Can't Always Get What You Want, from the album Bleed It Out. It came out in 19...1969? 1970?" He proclaims and I gape at him.

"Wow, you got that right on the money." Surprise is obvious in my voice and Harry takes pride in his knowledge. I glance around the streets and then at Harry. "Am I taking you home?" I ask softly, not quite ready for our night together, to end. The clock reads 7:34pm and I realize how long we actually have been together. It's just when I'm with Harry, the time passes so quickly.

"Yeah, to my apartment. You could come in for while," He says. "Well I mean if you don't have anything else you need to get to, I don't know." Harry adds and I can feel my heart furthering again.

"Alright." I barely whisper, and I can feel my nerves getting the best of me. Harry's hand reaches across the console and rests on my thigh, sending a wave of electricity through my entire body. I fight to control my breathing and I have no idea why his hand placement is causing this type of reaction from me. Harry doesn't seem to notice me having a full on battle with my hormones. He's much more engulfed in singing the lyrics to this Rolling Stones song. His hand feels extremely hot as if it's burning a hole through my shorts and scarring my skin.

A wave of relief washes over me as I park in the lot of Harry's apartment complex. We both unbuckle and Harry walks me up to his apartment.

"Niall?" Harry calls out only to receive no response. He turns to face me with a grin plastered on his face, dimples on full display. "Niall's gone, wanna watch a movie?"

"Why not." I say, Harry giving me an excuse to stay longer. I sound fucking ridiculous. "What movie do you want to watch?" He asks and I shrug as I take a seat on his comfortable couch. For the first time since I've been in Harry's apartment, I take in his decorations. The walls are all warm, natural colors and I approve of an olive green cololred accent wall.

"So only you and Niall live here, correct?" I question and Harry nods his head as he selects a movie for us to watch. "Who the hell decorated this place?" I blurt, not bothering to hide my shock. Harry starts to laugh. Like really, laugh. He tilts his head back and his body shakes with laughter.

"Don't tell me you two actually did all of this." I skeptically say while waving my hand around at his beautifully furnished apartment.

"Well we insisted it was perfectly fine without all of these colorful walls and whatnot, but my mother was not having it so she did all of this." Harry explains and it all makes since. I laugh lightly and Harry starts the movie by pressing a button on the remote.

"Fast and the Furious is such an awesome movie." Harry murmurs as the movie begins. He tries to discretely shift closer to me on the couch, but his actions don't go unnoticed and I don't bother to call him out on it. The movie doesn't keep my attention and I feel my eyes becoming heavy. Without giving it much thought, I rest my head on Harry's shoulder. Within moments I'm unconscious.

Harry's body shifts from beneath me and I jolt forwards. The light in the living room is on and I see that the movie is over. Both Harry and I stand to our feet and he takes my hand in his, leading me to his room.

He closes his bedroom door behind us and begins stripping off his clothes, I force my eyes away so he can't catch me gawking. When he is only in his boxers he sits on the edge of his bed. Harry lets out a long yawn and I take my hint to leave "Okay, I'm gonna go. Today was nice." My voice hazy from sleep, as I make my way to exit his room. Before I can get to far, a large hand engulfs mine, preventing me from leaving.

Slowly, I turn to face Harry his green eyes practically begging me as he opens his lips to speak.

"Stay." Is all Harry says but I instantly understand. I find that I do not have the heart to refuse him, and for this, I am unsure of the reason. Attatchment, my subconsious murmurs from the depths of my mind, but I quickly shove the thought away.

"Harry I--" I try to find a reason, any reason why I shouldn't stay, luckily he interrupts me. "Please." He pleads with an unreadable emotion in his eyes. He's literally begging me. "Okay." I barely speak.

For an awkward moment I stand there still, staring at Harry. My hands move to remove my jeans and I slide them down my legs, very aware of Harry's observing eyes. My shorts pool at my feet on the floor, and I walk towards Harry's futon, pulling back the cover.

"Karleigh," Harry says and I peek at him. "Lay with me." His voice is barely a whisper as he becons for me to lie down in his bed. I cannot resist, I feel as if gravity is pulling me towards his bed and my legs walk to his bed before I can object. I lift my knee and climb up into his bed, before I lay back onto the pillow he has for me. Harry's long arm reaches across me and flicks his lamp off, causing the room to fill with darkness.

My body is faced away from Harry, and my breathing is deep. I am very aware of the heat radiating off of his body onto my skin. The room is silent with the exception of our breathing, and I pray Harry cannot hear my increasing heart rate.

What an innocent moment. Harry and I are sleeping together... In the most innocent meaning those words could possibly hold. I never slept in Micheal's bed, he was too touchy. If he could ever get me into his bed, it would've been for other reasons. The thoughts alone, make me want to vomit. The connection I feel towards Harry is something much different, and stronger on a different level. It's obviously beyond my understanding, maybe because I'm trying to fight it.

A moment of bravery takes over me, and I speak out loud before I can talk myself out of it.

"Harry? Are you asleep?" I barely whisper.

"Yes." His voice is raspy and, pleading? I roll over onto my side, so I am face to face with Harry. Even in the darkness, his deep green eyes still pierce through me.

Inch by inch, my face is edging closer to Harry's. What am I doing right now? Harry's warm breath is fanning out across my lips, the closer I get to him. I tilt my chin towards him and my lips barely brush his. Hesitation rushes through me, and I pause. Harry takes the initiative and presses his lips against mine.

My mind is scrambled.