That Co-Worker [Harry Styles]

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One

* D a r c y *

       The feeling of his large hands around my waist was impeccable. Every ounce of me wanted to push him off but my motion remained stiff as stones.

"Why are you so innocent?" He whispered, feeling his large hand glide down my cheek.

        Gulping, I bit my lips and closed my eyes. The feeling I had wasn't nerves but, frightening. Either he wanted to kiss me or touch me. Both of which I would prohibit.

        Not long before his cold hand met my chest above my heart. That's when my chest rose and fell; rose and fell again. Beats after beats, he just let his hand sit there for seconds.

"Your heart is beating rather quickly." He removes his hand. "Are you nervous?"

I quickly shake my head in disagreement.

"Do I frighten you?" He spoke in low volume.

"I hear your mom's foot steps." It was no lie because I heard her high heel clanks on their hardwood floor.

"Harry?" We both hear as his mother recall.

"In the living room!" He answers.

       He takes a step back just in time when Anne walked in. Back still pressed against the wall, Anne was a little muddled with what she is seeing.

"Are you okay?" She came towards me.

       In an instant, I was trapped with my own words. Not like I was going to tell her the actual truth on what just happened. Yet, lying is something I never really do.

"She is scared of me, mum." Harry chuckles and both of our contact turns to him.

"Excuse me?" Anne looked bemused.

"I frighten her." He spoke to me, to my eyes, to my emotions.

"Don't listen to my son." Anne awkwardly smiles to hide her embarrassment.

"Oh no, what your son just said was true. He frightens me." I look at Harry while I speak. "Yet he utterly confuses me. Not in a way of compassion but of how he treats me. Please, don't worry, Anne. I don't know if he will ever change."

"Change?" Harry blurts and walks forward in my direction. Anne gives him a push from preventing him to come near. She fails and Harry, very tall Harry, comes forth making my mouth completely zip. "You don't even know me." His voice so low, very shallow and husky. The chills only made me shake and the shake only made me weaker.

"I am curious."

       His faces suddenly switches to another emotion. Examining my whole body to my face. My position never moved an inch but looked up to his eyes. He seemed panicked and confused. With light wide eyes, he makes eye contact. Lips formed in a slight frown and set his hand on his furrowed forehead.

"What is going on?" Anne said but we ignored her.

"I am heading out." He gulped and just left me standing there again.

        Left me speechless, left me wondering what he what was in his hand, left me with wondering whether to follow him or not.

And so I did.

"Excuse me, Anne. I am terribly sorry for the confusion and am as well. Speak to you soon." I head out with a rush to follow Harry.

       When I reach outside he was almost about to head inside his car. Sprinting, I got there before he can sit. My hand slams his door shut, echoing in the empty streets in our peaceful neighborhood.

"What the fuck?" He opens his door once again but I shut it. "Mary, do you want me to speak in a formal way like, excuse me church princess, Was that good enough?"

"Don't talk to me like that, you are insulting me." Angry is the tone I used when I stomping my foot.

        He threw a mocking laugh that escaped so easily like it wouldn't hurt me. Inside me, Inside my throat, from outside my lips, the urges of me screaming is all I wanted to do. I wanted to point my finger at him and scream. Scream so hard 'til I can see him wince. Wince 'til his eyes flinch at every daring word the releases my appropriate language. If only.

"You're angry aren't you?" He leans against his car, crossing his arms. "You feel like screaming your lungs out at me don't you? Try it." He chuckles. "I dare you." The whisper was too close that created chills to spread.

"Of course," He begins. "You wouldn't, Mary."

        Mouth shut, utterly shut and zipped. The scream was tucked and very hard to just shout because coming from me and my mother close by, I just couldn't. So, I stand there with lips closed as he spoke, knowing I would never angrily shout at him. Eagerly I would, taking from consideration but due to church regulations it wouldn't be proper of me.

"Have a great Friday, Mary." He gives his hair one nice fix in front of me while licking his lips.

        My face pales and quickly run to my house.

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-Day 16

        It was 29 Degree's out Saturday morning. It was freezing for my perspective and today I work at 10:00 A.M. Not to mention, my head was still stuck on last nights little scene. Oh the chills, never stopped rushing inside me. How could he do this to me and my mind.

        With my work clothes on, hair straightened, face with light make-up, and lips smooth by my amazing mint Chapstick. I was ready for another short yet long day. Before I forgot, I headed back towards my room to give Harry's coat back before I get to Sears.

       Quickly, I barge in my parents room to see my mom and step dad happily watching the morning news. My mother never looked so happy with her spouse. I can almost envy her.

How DOES this 'love' feeling feel like?

"Heading for work! I'll be coming at 4:00." I blow a kiss and skip out.

        Once outside, a couple of steps to the left and I am going to ring Harry's door bell. It rings once for only a while and the knob twists to see Harry open the door with sleepy eyes.

"Mary." He curves his lip and squints by the light of the shinning sun. He must of just woken. "What brings you to my door step? Yearning for my hold?"

My cheeks began to burn in the color red, "Uh, No, actually-"

"Fuck." He cusses. "You actually fancy me?"

"No! I actually-"

"But-" He stops me. "Your face turned so red. You were blushing weren't you?"

"No! It's 29 Degree's out, I am freezing." Okay, bad as I am, I half-lie. "I actually-"

"You're lying to me." He leans on the side of his door with a smirk.

"I actually-"

"Mary, tell me." He interrupts again.

         Groaning and impatiently throwing his coat to his chest, "I ACTUALLY brought your coat that you let me borrow last time!" Then I stop my way to my car and drive for work.

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This is a short chapter I know but blame my teachers for giving me homework. I have hard classes and well, homework involve them.

Anyways, OMG, is Harry changing?

Harcy MOMENT<3