Keep Me Warm [Harry Styles Fanfic]

Chapter 9: Tiara

The place looked great when me and Lacey were finished. The garden had fairy lights draped over the fences and the pool had been warmed and we'd set up the wooden hut at the side of her garden with the alcohol people had collected.

"Thanks Anna" she smiled at me before leaving to greet some guests at the door.

I slipped my phone out of my jeans and the time read 8 O'clock.

I decided I should get dressed, so I informed a few people of my whereabouts and that if they see Lacey they should tell her where I am, on my way to her room.

I took off my jeans and let my top hang over my thighs, as I'd tucked it into my trousers before. I stepped into my dress and took off my top as the dress covered more of me. I liked getting changed, I think it's because for a moment I am so tangled in my own arms and tops and trousers and my hair is all over the place that I stop thinking about my appearance for a second and think

Please just get me untangled.

I let my previous clothes fall to the floor while I tried to zip up my dress. Doh, I hadn't thought of this. I let my arm stretch over my shoulder in pain in order to zip it up, but no luck.

Oh Anna, whatcha gonna do

I text Lacey asking for her to come up and help me, I also needed help putting my neckless on.

Tick tock, tick tock- I thought to myself sitting on the end of her purple bed sheets.

Knock, knock

"Come in" I called to Lacey.

The door slowly opened and as a few brown curls appeared with large hands gripping the side of the door I realised it wasn't Lacey was it?

It was Harry.

"O-oh sorry!" He said placing his hand over his eyes.

"Harry, I'm dressed- again- it's fine!"

"I just thought this was the toilet" his checks held a rose as I stood up laughing at the repeated situation. And at him getting embarrassed at walking in on a girl getting changed when any other boy would love it.

Lacey, he is definitely a cupcake.

"That's alright" I comforted.

"Are you alright up here?" He was trying not to look at me.

"Harry look at me." I ordered. "It's only my zip that needs doing so I'm waiting for Lacey."

He smiled at me and I did the same back. He looked so hot tonight, he wasn't even wearing anything special but those skinny jeans were on again.

"I can do the zip if you want?" His green eyes grew with those words. I look the question as a strange confidence boost he wasn't expecting himself to have.

I turned around without saying anything and let his cold hands brush my hair to the side and his warm breath tickle my neck.

"You're beautiful" I heard him mumble.

"What?" I teased.

The zip was brought carefully to the top and I felt him get closer to me, taking hold of my waist from behind still.

"You're beautiful" the raspy words tingled my insides as he spoke them into my neck before softly kissing the meeting point for my neck and shoulders.

I turned myself around slowly, him still holding my hips, wrapping my arms round his neck.

"And you're beautiful" his eyes closed and he breathed as I watched his checks cool down. I tip toed ever so slightly- as Harry wasn't too much taller then me- then pressed my nose to the side of his.

When he opened his eyes again, his arms became tighter around my body and his lips pressed to mine.

I couldn't help but giggle. It was a good kiss yes, well...it was incredible. But despite all the sparks going off in me and the feeling it was only us two in the world and the inevitable feeling of me feeling safe around him... A few minutes ago he couldn't even look at me.

"What?" Harry asked pulling away.

"No, no don't stop. It's just...a few minutes ago you couldn't even look at me Harry" the smiled caused from my laughs held itself as I spoke.

***Harry's POV***

She was right, as I let myself get lost in thought while staring into her compelling grey eyes I realise that yes, a few minutes ago I couldn't look at her. About a month ago before I met her, I would have loved walking in on a girl getting changed...but with Anna...I'm not sure.

The way Anna's blonde hair falls so softly to her sides when she walks and the way she bites the corner of her lip when she's concentrating and the way she giggles about almost anything and the way she flutters her eyes when she's embarrassed and the way she can be so shy one moment and the next be flirting like mad...the way she can feel so cold but be so warm makes me- makes me want to protect her. I wouldn't want anyone to make her feel anything but important. I wouldn't want to be the one who makes her feel like she isn't worthy. I want to protect her, I want to protect her even from herself. I want her to feel like she can run to me when she can't run away from the thoughts. Because no one can make her feel unimportant, not even herself. And if I had acted like another arrogant hormonal prick who would have tried it on with her once walking in on her getting dressed- she wouldn't have that? She would feel like a piece of dust on a cabinet that anyone could decide to keep, but they could choose to get rid of her. It wouldn't make her feel like the tiara that sits on that cabinet, the tiara that is so precious you have to wash your hands if you're royal enough to touch it and you have to clean your eyes with soap before you even get to look at it's beauty.

Anna is that tiara, and she hadn't given me any soap.