Harry's POV:
I stretched under the sheets turning myself on the other side just to be greeted with some source of light. I groaned in annoyance.
"Melinda, you can't be serious..."
I mummbled turning back towards the wall, quickly checking the clock 3:36. Amazing. This was happening for the past three weeks as we lived together- she didn't got less ambitious and if it was possible, she got even more, since noone in our year was speaking to her, cause of her life-style. They didn't know her like I did, sweet, caring, shy. Of course ambitious also, but this was just who she was all her life, just I was a jerk using girls most of my life.
"I'm so sorry, Harry..."
I heard her whisper full of guilt and sighed heavily opening my eyes, sitting up on the bed looking at her back. Even though we were together for three weeks now and living together she was only confident around books. When we spoke or were a little closer than normal she was shy and that was turning me on as hell. I watched her as she tried to finish some kind of essay on her computer, which made me furrow. Why was she using computer instead of writing it with a pen and why the essay. I knew she already finished hers. Maybe be was re-writing it?..
I slowly got up and walked towards her looking what she was doing and felt as if somebody stabbed something in my heart. I bit my lip preventing myself from melting. On her cupboard there was four cups of coffee and in front of my eyes she just finished her essay. The last words at the end were:
"Written by Harry Styles"
She clicked print and sighed slowly rubbing her face with her hands. I took in her apperance- messy hair bun, but she was in her, well mine, pj's, meaning she did sleep at least two hours. I smiled and turned her chair around so she was facing me. She let of a squeek as I did so, relaxing when she saw me hovering over her, balancing my weight on the sides of the chair.
"Hello, love."
I whispered quietly lening in and kissing her softly, my lips closed. This was another thing- we didn't do much other than hugging, cuddling and kissing. Without touching, open mouth or anything. The first day she got here was the most further action she let me do. Only thay day I got to hear her moan, I got to moan. I had to admit I was sexually frustrated as hell, but I really didn't plan on forcing her. Especially not after seeing what I just saw. She didn't know how relationships worked, so she did what she thought was right. Staying up all night to make her lazy ass boyfriend pass the assignment. She pushed me away a little motioning towards the bed.
"Harry, go back to sleep, I was just changing something, I promise I'll turn off the light now."
I shook my head reaching behind her turning the light off myself, closing her laptop and dragging her towards her bed, laying her down as I sat on the edge of her bed.
"Liar."
She smiled at me softly playing with my fingers.
"Melinda, you don't have to do this, alright? You don't have to write my essays. I'll write them on my own, in a right time."
She widened her eyes realizing she got caught and looked away embarrased.
"I-I just thought I could do it, I-I had an i-idea and-"
I cut her off kissing her again resting my forehead on hers.
"I know you could. You don't have to though. You should have been sleeping, alright?"
She nodded slightly, yawning. I chuckled softly before kissing her forehead and getting up. Well, trying to get up. I was halted by her small hand wrapped around my wrist tightly. I turned slightly to her, seeing how much she was battling herself to say something. I kneeled in front of her bed carresing her cheek.
