Past, Present, No Future. (Harry Styles)

13. Another Night with Him

Harry burst through the door carrying me, our kiss never breaking when we came out of the lift. We were just talking about Uni then this happened. He pressed my back against the wall adjusting his hands under my bum making sure I wouldn't fall.

"Have you ever done it?" he asked. I looked at him knitting my eyebrows, "Like when you wanted it, with someone besides him"

I shook my head, "No, I haven't"

He smiled pressing his lips to mine then walked to his bedroom, "Harry" I said into his mouth.

He hummed lying me on the bed and sliding his hands down my stomach and to the belt on my jeans.

"No, Harry" I stopped him. He looked at me with sad eyes, "It's not you I swear" I explained.

"Then what is it?"

I gulped, "I-I can't say"

He exhaled standing up from the bed, "Okay, I get it. We barely know each other"

"It's not that"

"Then what Vanessa? If it's not that then what?" he asked his eyes piercing into me making me look away. When he knew I wasn't going to say anything he spoke up, "I think you should leave"

I stared up at him, "What?"

"Vanessa please don't make me say it again" he looked down.

"So you're making me leave just because I won't have sex with you?" I remarked getting up to stand next to him though that didn't work out since he was so much taller than I was.

"It's not like that" he told me.

"Seems like it"

"Then you know how I feel" he snapped. "Just please"

He pulled at the roots of his hair and walked out. I sighed following him out.

"I'll see you tomorrow" he told me on my way out the door.

I nodded and walked out, "Hey you forgot something" he grabbed my hand and twirled me around kissing me gently. "Goodnight Vanessa" he smirked.

"Goodnight" I breathed out. He gave me a wink then closed the door.

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I screamed into the pillow of Liam's bed kicking my feet back and forth. I couldn't figure out if I was angry with Harry or swooned by him. I was too conflicted by Harry, basically.

I've never had a boy in my life and no boy has ever been interested in me but why did Harry have to change that? What made Harry pick me? I could've just grown old with about twenty cats. I wouldn't mind!

"Everything alright?" Liam asked standing by the doorway.

I turned my body to look up at the ceiling, "Yes and no"

He walked over and sat next to me crossing his legs, "Shoot"

I sat up and sighed, "Harry is driving me mad"

"I knew he would"

"Please don't tell me you told me so, it's just one second he's angry and the next he's kissing me goodnight!"

"So you two are something!" he lit up knowing he was right before.

"Since this morning so don't get too happy" I laughed, "But yeah, I guess"

"You guess?"

"Don't make me more stressed!" I exclaimed bringing the pillow to my face. "I'm sorry"