Behind Fame (A Harry Styles Fan-Fic)

Chapter 12

I jump slightly from the sofa, as Harry's soft touch on my neck completely startles me.

"Here you go love" Harry says, in a soft, low gentle voice, making my insides melt away. He hands me the beer, before walking around the couch and taking a seat next to me.

He is still in his fucking towel.

Fuck.

"Harry are you planning on putting on some clothes anytime soon?" I ask. If he doesn't put at least a shirt on, I won't be able to help myself from looking at his fit and tattooed torso.

"This not good enough?" He gestures towards his mid section, looking actually slightly sad and offended.

"Noooo! No." I say shaking my head.

"So it's not then?" He looks at me and pouts.

Holy mother of god.

His face is perfect.

Then I realise what he jut said.

"Nooo! I mean yes! I just... yeah" I say, nerves making me stuff up my complete sentence. I look at the floor embarrassed.

"Why do I need clothes then?" He smiled a cheeky, dimpled smile and his green eyes pierce me.

"Because it's rude to not wear any" I lie, avoiding his gaze.

"No, really, why?" He continues to stare at me and I just want to kiss him so badly, but fight the urge. It's not me. I can't do what I did our last date, just start making out with him. Well actually he is the one who made the first moved, I probably wouldn't have had the guts to make the first move.

"Because it's rude" I continue my protest.

"No. It's because you can't keep your eyes off me" He answers very confidently. He is very sure of himself, isn't he?

I laugh. "Really? You think that?"

"I do."

"Well you're... you're wrong." I lie badly.

"Sure, sure..." He says, giving me the styles smile.

I blush and look down, when he catches me yet again looking at his mid section. He smiles at me.

"Told you!" He sings.

"Shut up" I mutter, still blushing like a mad person.

"Okay, maybe now that you've confessed I can put some clothes on?"

"That would be great" I say loudly.

"Mmmhmm. Just promise me that you won't be taking my clothes off yourself later? Otherwise there's really no point in putting them on" He says in a sexy voice.

"Harry!" I clap my hand over my mouth. I'm too much of a goody two shoes. Damn. He's too hot.

"I'm joking! I'm joking!" He laughs, looking panicked, yet amused by my reaction. "Well... maybe I'm not" He adds cheekily, I swat my hand over his shoulder, but I can't help but laugh along with him.

"I'll be back babe, hold on two seconds" He smiles and kisses my hand before going to his bedroom to change I assume.

God. He really knows how to charm a girl. I don't think he's ever been, or even will be a player at all. he's too much of a lovely gentlemen. I wonder if this is a date? I don't know if I would call it one exactly, seeing as the reason I'm here is that my ex boyfriend beat up the guy I'm now going out with. I quickly push the sickening thought of Chris to the back of my mind and take a deep breath. That's really not something I want to think about right now. I take a sip if my beer and let it sit in my mouth, the bitter taste playing on my tongue.

Footsteps coming back towards the main room, bring me back into reality.

Harry walks into the main room with a dark blue knitted jumper, black sweat pants and his hair tied up at the top. He really is something to look at. I should probably stop looking at him like an idiot before I get caught staring at him again. God. I have issues.

"Were you planning on going out tonight?" He asks, his face turning to a frown.

"Well, yea, I was originally because my friends and I haven't been out in such a long time and we happened to all be free this weekend, so we were just gonna go to a club near by" I answer, smiling at him listening so carefully.

"Oh. I'm sorry you had to cancel. Its not too late, you could still go party with them?" He suggests.

"No, I like being here with you... wait... do you want me to go" I'm slightly scared of his reply.

"No, definitely not!" He blurts out quickly. "Well unless you actually want to leave" He adds with a cheeky smile.

"I think I'll stay..." I say slowly, taking a few sips if beer.

"So then that's probably why you look so stunning?"

"You're too kind" I laugh.

"Would you consider this a date?" He asks unexpectedly. Wow, he asks me the exact thing I was thinking before.

I am unsure of how to answer this.

"Well... I suppose we could call it a date. But it would be better if we weren't together because of these circumstances" I manage to answer as smoothly as I can.

"Two dates then. What are your opinions on me then?" He asks, looking pleased.

Unsure if my answer again. Shit.

Well I have an answer, but I might scare him away by telling him how fucking hot he is and then fan-girling right in front if him. Jesus.

"Umm, you're charming" I laugh "You really seem to care, which makes me feel really special. You don't pressure me into anything, you're always really polite to me and you're pretty amazing."

I did it. I said nearly all of my thoughts.

Yes I did.

Not really.

Fuck.

(A/N) please READ, VOTE and COMMENT guys, it means a lot to me. Tell me your thoughts and comment what you would like to happen in the story. I want to take things slow and make them as realistic as possible! Trust me there's gonna be some real shit go down soooon!!! Much love my petals! xoxoxo