DRIFTED |Harry Styles|

CHAPTER 14

The sunlight was lighting up the room when I woke up, still wrapped in Harry's arms. His breathing was shallow and soft, coming out in steady puffs in the crook of my neck while his arm held me tightly onto the mattress. I was laying on my back and Harry was on his side, his head resting on the same pillow as mine, finding its place between my shoulder and neck.

I was fascinated by the fact that, even asleep, we would still gravitate towards each other. That never happened with me before him. When Jack and I slept in the same bed, he would always complain about cuddling because, quoting, "it's only good for waking up with a dead limb".

My hands travelled from Harry's arm, to his back and to his hair, gently caressing his curls between my fingers. I wished we could stay like that for the day, reveling in each other's presence and not worrying about the rest of the world.

The rest of the world. Ana. Oh my God! I forgot that I was supposed to drive her back. Images of a helpless drunk girl searching for her only friend at a party flooded my mind and I instantly grabbed my phone from the nightstand.

To my surprise there was no missed calls, no messages, nothing. Of course, Liam! She must have had left with Liam. I quickly sent her a text to make sure she was okay.

Harry started to shuffle over my body, taking a deep breath, his nose brushing my neck, tickling it and making me giggle. "Morning, beautiful" His voice was hoarse from sleep and his eyes were still closed, but he had a smile on his face, showing off his dimples.

"Good morning." I responded with a smile and a sigh. His eyes examined my face. I was genuinely happy to be with him. I didn't know much about him, he didn't know much about me. All I knew was that I didn't have the strength to be away from him anymore. All the pieces that I tried so hard to mend during those two weeks away from him, felt glued together once again. I felt whole.

I was dreading the talk that I knew we couldn't avoid. It was going to happen and we could might as well get it over with before we went too far again. "Harry, I think we need to talk."

He shuffled over me, closing his eyes again and groaning in my neck. "I know, babe, I know, I just wished we could stay like this and forget about everything, I missed you so much." He said as he nuzzled on the crook of my neck.

The pet name made my heart flutter and a shy smile appeared in my lips. I was so relieved to find out that he felt the same, but we had to talk, I couldn't just forget why I stopped seeing him. Something had to change.

"I missed you too, Harry, but we can't keep doing this. You already know how I feel and you told me that you don't date, I can't go through this, not again. I felt so used by Jack, I felt disgusted by myself for letting him treat me like that, I won't allow it to happen again, I can't." Harry sighed and sat up beside me, trying to put his thoughts together.

"I know, Mel. It's just who I am. But I can't stay away from you, if you even knew what your mere presence does to me, you would never leave me again."

What?

"What do mean? What do I do to you?" I asked confused. Could I mean more to him than he led me on?

"I don't know what is it about you, but you're different, you make me feel better about myself, you make me feel like I'm not... lost." The last word came out as a whisper.

"What? Harry, you're not lost and you shouldn't belittle yourself like that." I grabbed his hand to reassure him.

"I don't mean to be rude, Mel, but you don't know anything about me, you don't know about the things I've done."