Past, Present, No Future. (Harry Styles)

10. Afterwards

I woke up senseless. I didn't want to get up, I didn't want to wake up, and I didn't even want to open my eyes.

For me the day after Oliver is like a hungover, I barely remember what happened the night before and I have a headache like no others. All I wanted was a cup of coffee and hide under the covers all day, I think Liam will be coming home from Uni soon and I didn't want him to come home to nothing so I sort of have to get out of bed.

I groaned peeling myself away from the bed and crawling on the floor looking for the stairs that never came, I spread my hand out waiting for the steps to pop up in front of me but nothing.

"What are you doing on the floor?"

I shot my eyes open seeing a pair of bare feet in front of me, I looked higher seeing him right in front of me. I'm at Harry's flat aren't I?

"I, umm" I stood up quickly.

I brushed my bangs away from my eyes to have them tumbling back down, I looked at my surroundings and sure enough it was Harry's flat.

"Do you want something to boost your energy? I'm guessing your very tired after, uh"

"Yes, please" I told him.

Bits and pieces started coming back to mind. Oliver, the denied request to university, the screaming in my front yard. But why was I at Harry's place?

I sat on the bar stool at the counter of his kitchen trying to bring my memory back when a steaming cup of coffee is put in front of me.

"I-I can't rem-" I looked up to meet his gaze and I remembered those eyes from the first time I saw him at the bleachers and from last night.

I had come because I didn't want to be alone, I didn't want him to leave me, I wanted him.

"Can't what?" he asked leaning in closer from the other side of the counter.

"Nothing, I forgot" I lied taking a sip.

"You know your welcome to come whenever you have one of those nights again. I doubt he'll come back after what I told him-"

"That was you?" I asked setting the cup down watching the brown liquid spill over the rim and onto his counter top.

"Oh, uh, yeah" he said shyly, "I ran into him last night to give you back your book, which I left on the coffee table by the way" he pointed behind me to the living room area, "So anyways, I don't want him anywhere near you again Vanessa, give me a call and I will have you here"

"Thanks" I smiled at my coffee tracing my finger over the rim before picking it up to my lips.

Harry left the side of the counter when I set the mug down catching me off guard when he grabbed my face and firmly pressed his lips against mine.

I gasped widening my eyes, I looked back and forth. What was happening?

I finally relaxed my body and fluttered my eyes shut, I placed my arms around his neck and kissed him back. He released my face and wrapped his arms around my waist picking me up, I wrapped my legs around his torso. He carried me to the bedroom and set me on the bed, he leaned down and never breaking our kiss then lied me down hovering over me.

I cupped his cheeks in my hands opening my mouth though that was a mistake. He took this as an opportunity to poke his tongue in my mouth, I opened my eyes never experiencing this before but closed them again after he hummed against my lips.

He began to pull at the hem of my shirt leaving me hypnotized, I didn't try to stop him because I knew what he would find under my clothes. He made me feel drugged.