Behind Fame (A Harry Styles Fan-Fic)

Chapter 13

His cheeks flushed, as I confessed most of my honest feelings towards him.

"You really think of me that way?" He asks.

"Yeah, you're wonderful Harry, really" I answer, my cheeks burning.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean why wouldn't I?"

"No reason, just curious" He says.

Was it just me, or was there something pretty suspicious about his tone?

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We had continued to talk about random topics, arguing, play fighting until he nearly smashed his head in the coffee table and he even snuck in a little kiss which set my insides on fire.

Eventually through some play fighting, he ending up chasing me through the apartment and we ended up in his bedroom.

I looked at his beautiful, calm, sleeping face next to me. I had been watching him sleep for about five minutes now. He was absolutely adorable. The way his lips were slightly parted as the light snores escaped his mouth. The way his cheeks looked chubby, how his body had curled around mine as I lay next to him, the way he brought the knitted blanket right up to his face.

I had never seen anything more beautiful or cute.

I'm not sure whether I should just stay with him or go home. I feel like I'm intruding if I stay, even though the voice in my head is telling me to stay.

I'm torn, but after a few minutes of arguing with myself I decide I should probably just give in and stay with him. After all, his legs have intertwined with mine under the blanket and his arm is wrapped around my waist and I really don't want to wake Harry from his sleep.

I just hate having to sleep in this tight black dress. At least I took my heels off earlier though, or this would be hell. It doesn't matter though, I'm happy to be with him.

I laid my head down on the white pillow only a couple inches from his and wrap my right arm around his waist. I couldn't resist the closeness. Then again, he was pulling me closer to him. My heart flutters at the thought of him pulling me close. I've never felt like this about anyone before. I've had people in my life I love, like Mimi and Paul, but this was a different kind of love-

Wait.

Did I just say I love Harry?

No.

It's too early...

I have real feelings for him, but love?

I guess I would have to give it some more time before I could even admit to myself I loved him. Because of all the things that have happened to me throughout my life, it was right to take things slowly with him. But there really is something here between us both. I just hope I'm not the only one who's thinking it, because I'm not ready to be hurt again, I honestly just don't think I could take it.

But I feel safe here in his arms. I feel like Chris, Kennedy or anyone who's a threat to me can't touch me when he's here. I feel completely safe.

I just hope my nightmares don't come tonight. I have the same dream about my mother most nights now. It's been getting worse as the time has passed.

I slowly shut my eyes and realise I am content right here in this moment. No one can ruin it or touch me.

I am happy.

I fall into an easy sleep in Harry's strong arms, experiencing a feeling of happiness I haven't felt in years.