The Way (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 34

"Alex." I here Harry faintly whisper.




"Alex, baby wake up." Harry's voice becomes louder and louder.




"Babe." He shakes my shoulder and I finally bring myself to open my eyes.




"What?" I mumble in between the covers. I can already tell it's way too early to be woken up.




"You're laying on top of me and I really have to piss."




"Oh, sorry." I realize that I'm not laying on a pillow, instead on Harry's bare chest.




I roll off of Harry and onto the bed while he gets up to walk to the bathroom.




He returns after what seems like an eternity, filling the bed with his immediate body heat. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him, causing me to burry my face into his neck.




"Last night was fun." Harry's words take me back to the night before, causing my cheeks to light with fire.




"Yeah, it was." I kiss his neck and feel the coolness of his skin against my lips.




His arms wrap tighter around my back, pulling me as close as possible. I can't imagine how we look in this moment. His tan skin covered in black ink surrounding and protecting my body. Harry is different than any other guy I have ever dated, and not just by the way he looks. No one has ever touched me the way he has, and I can't remeber the time when he wasn't apart of my life, even though that was only a couple of weeks ago.




"Do you think we're moving too fast?" I ask the question that's been playing in my mind.




"What?" He pulls back so his eyes meet mine.




"Moving too fast. Think of all the things we have done, and it's only been a couple of week."




"It's been over a month since we first met."




"Really?" The surprise in my voice is evident.




"Yeah. It dosen't seem that long but my dad went into the hospital over two weeks ago and we met before that."




"Oh." The events from his fathers death replay in my mind.




The room is silent, Harry's eyes still bore into mine but no words are spoken. I don't know what to say and I guess he dosen't either.




"Do you miss him?" I whisper almost silently.




"Probably not as much as I should." He answers honestly.




"That's understood." I try to comfort the lost boy infront of me.