'Back To Life' - Harry Styles fanfic

Chapter 6

I still couldn't quite believe what was happening, let alone the fact I was still present in the room, the room in which I had experienced a frightening ordeal, just a few moments ago. The most surprising thing, was that I was still here, standing infront of him.

"Eleanor?"

His deep voice shook my thoughts away and I looked up slightly, my eyes locking on his. They were so warm and they held something in them, something not quite readable, yet something that I knew I could trust. I was still confused and shocked, but all I knew was that I could trust him. Now I could, because somehow, he had changed. I was beyond confused. His voice broke my thoughts away once more.

"Are you...alright?"

His hand was resting on my shoulder, his palm melting into my exposed skin. He abruptly took it away as I shivered.

"You're...cold..."

He frowned, his dark eyebrows knitting together as he did so, and then in one swift movement, he had left the room and returned, some black clothing now present in his hand. My hair whipped up and around me due to the sharp movement and my lips parted slightly. I could feel my eyes almost popping out of my head and they rested on his dark pink lips, which were now curled into a smirk.

"I...it's a...vam...thing..."

It was clear to me he didn't like that word. The word that confirmed exactly what he was, what he had become.

I wonder who...changed him...I wonder how it...happened?

My thoughts kept running away with me and I felt my body heat as he stepped a little closer, holding out the item of clothing he had just gone to retrieve.

"It's...a jumper...to...to keep you warm...it will probably be a little big on you...but...it'll keep you warm..."

I watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed down the lump that was forming in his throat. I didn't understand why he was nervous of me. Shouldn't it have been the other way around?

I smiled at him, nodding slightly, showing him I understood and was grateful for the gesture. Part of me was a little disappointed that most of his tanned and tattooed torso was now clad in a black shirt. The buttons were undone at the top, revealing some of his skin and the outlines of his tattoos. He fastened the cuffs as he watched me take his jumper and pull it over my head. Everything he did was so graceful. I couldn't help but be fascinated by his fingers as they fiddled with the cuffs of his shirt, and as his woody, spicy scent enveloped me as the jumper fell against my frame, I couldn't help myself but reach out. He flinched under my touch but took his fingers away.

"...let me....."

I could feel his eyes burning holes into my head as I fasted the buttons on his cuffs, the left then then right.

"...there...."

He coughed slightly.

"Thank...you..."

I nodded at him again and already felt warmer due to his jumper.

He raked his fingers through his messy hair. Some curls were still intact, but the front section was almost straightened and slicked back off of his forehead in a messy attempt of a quiff. I couldn't help but feel jealous of his fingertips. His hair looked so shiny and I could almost feel it's silky texture under my own fingertips.

"Eleanor?"

"Hmm?"

I snapped out of my daze and he was furrowing his eyebrows, his eyes slightly darker and laced with concern.