My First | Harry Styles

Chapter Thirty

Harry POV

The sound of Tess laughing was one of a kind. I wasn't quite sure how to put it into words besides saying that it was unique. I guess it was the way it was such a carefree, happy sound that made it mean something and the only thing I loved more than hearing it, was knowing that I was the reason for it.

As soon as we entered my room, I couldn't help but finally release a breath that I hadn't realised I was holding in. All I wanted to do tonight was be with her but because of all the constant obstacles getting in our way, I was beginning to fear that that would not happen. An even worse feeling though was when I thought she didn't want to be with me, based by her attempts to stay where there were more people.

"Stop staring." She said.

I jumped as I felt her lightly push my shoulder, causing me to run my back against the book shelf behind me. My eyes focused on her after realising I had been staring off into my thoughts, and noticed her already designated gaze towards me. Her brown eyes glowed tonight, a way I rarely ever see them but find myself mesmerised when ever they are.

"What?" I finally said, ruffling a few quirky pieces of my hair behind my ear.

She laughed again and the meer sound made my heart palpitate.

"You were staring." She said and leaned against my dresser, facing me.

"At what?" I couldn't help but notice her shy smile forming.

"Me." Her breath barely made the sound audible yet I understood her answer perfectly. The only thing I didn't understand was what to say. I immediately found myself flustered and wanting nothing more than to jump out the nearest window from embarrassment. The thought of my face turning bright red guided me down a road of panic, and I wasn't even sure why it was happening. I just knew that these feelings were very present and wanted to make themselves known.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to," I blurt out, which makes her already small smile disappear and my throat constrict. "No, I don't mean that in a bad way," I mouth on uncontrollably and try to stop but can't. "I wouldn't mind staring at you, which only now after saying out loud do I realise how weird that actually sounds. What I meant was that you're nice to look at and the fact that I was staring isn't a bad thing, it just means that I like you."

There was a long silence from her part, making the pit in my stomach grow. I felt uneasy and nervous and almost intimidated by her but most of all completely dumbfounded by my own personal level of stupidity.

"I think I got that," She laughed with her smile that encouraged one on me as well, but I could tell she wasn't going to elaborate on my comment. "Let's watch a film now, shall we?"

Completely in accord with this suggestion, I jumped at the opportunity to change the subject.

"Yes, defiantly," I said, walking over to the CD rack next to the television and taking out a selection of films I enjoyed. "Here, you pick."

"No, you pick." She insisted, which made me internally groan.

"No, you." I said.

"No, you." She said.

"Tess." I said, holding out the CD's through my extended arms impatiently.

"Harry." She said, raising her eye brow and not budging.

Her stubbornness was growing the older that we got and based by my own knowledge and what people have said, apparently it was my fault.

I drew closer to her motionless form as she stared up at me with a smile. She looked so innocent and pure, just the way that she has since I met her. Others may call her naïve or silly for never being as open minded or interested in certain things, but that is exactly what makes her so special. She doesn't need to go with the crowd or do what others do to feel good, all she needs to be is herself and that is what makes her special.