Past, Present, No Future. (Harry Styles)

5. What To Say

Waking up next to someone was way more different than waking up alone. I inhaled deeply moving closer, hugging him tighter.

He wiggled out of my grip and I heard footsteps go down the stairs. I was too tired from all the tears last night to go down after him , I just lied there waiting for him to come back.

After quite a while passed, I finally got up hearing cabinets opening and closing in the kitchen. I poked my head through the swinging door seeing Harry fumbling through looking for something.

"Need something?" I asked walking in.

He turned quickly not knowing I was behind him making me giggle.

"Oh, um. Have you got coffee?" he asked rubbing the back of his neck.

I nodded walking to him opening the only small door he didn't check taking out the jar of ground coffee. He gave me smile taking the jar from my hand and walking over to the coffee maker.

"Who's Oliver?" he asked pouring the brown powder into the machine.

"What?" I panicked . How did he find out?

"Who's Oliver? You muttered his name when you were sleeping, did you know you talk in your sleep?"

"Um, yeah. When I was little, I didn't know I still did"

"So who is he?"

"He's just. Um. My dad's friend"

"Oh, I thought he was your boyfriend" his cheeks began to pink.

I cringed at his comment of Oliver being my boyfriend.

"I don't have one, I never have actually" I answered pushing my bangs out of my eyes.

"Wait, so you mean to tell me that no one has ever just come up to you and just sort of" he walked behind me wrapping his arms around me and sliding his lips over my neck.

"Please don't do that thing again, I still have the one you gave me yesterday"

"That's the point" he smirked. "So you've never been, kissed" I shook my head. "I'm having a hard time believing no one has fucked you before"

I scoffed elbowing him away leaving him snickering. I walked into the living room sitting on the couch, the visions from last night kept coming back haunting me for five years. I always tried shaking it out of my head but they always came back like a boomerang.

"Do you like your coffee black or with cream?" Harry asked from the kitchen.

"With cream please" I answered not wanting to tell him everything but I didn't want bad coffee, "And if you can put two and a half spoons a sugar?"

"Why not just two?" he asked.

"Please" I looked back into the kitchen turning on the television to get my mind away from things.

Why couldn't I be as carefree? Not care what others thought of me. Why did I have to be so insecure? Especially about wearing short sleeves. I'm always afraid they'll judge me.

"Here you go" Harry came out handing me a mug.

I thanked him taking the warm cup in my hands taking a sip flinching at the over heated liquid.

"Sorry, I should've told you it was hot" Harry told me sitting next to me on the sofa.

"It's fine" I smiled.

He made himself comfortable facing me and crossing his legs "Who's Liam?"

I looked at him to see if he was serious, "He's my brother" I explained.