You Saved Me ● Harry Styles AU

Irrational is my middle name

Chapter 3:  Irrational is my middle name

Thoughts of Harry persisted as I told him goodbye and made up some dumb excuse as to why I had to go home. I just felt uncomfortable with the whole situation. I wasn't trying to discriminate against him but I felt as if I should do something, but at the same time I couldn't do anything without him thinking I was pitying him. As I opened the door to my flat, and felt the rush of heat hit my skin, I couldn't help but feel guilty about leaving Harry in the cold, wearing only a t-shirt.

My eyes scanned my living room, and I grabbed a large overcoat and a blanket. I exited the flat and thanked God that the alley was only a few minutes away.

Harry's large figure had moved further into the alley and his back was facing outwards.

"Harry." I put my hand on his shoulder and I noticed the goose bumps on his arms.

His eyes opened and his head shot up.

"Oh, it's you. I nearly hit you there for a second," He chuckled, "What are you doing here?"

"Making sure you don't freeze to death." I put the jacket over his shoulders and sat down on the opposite wall.

"I don't want YOU to freeze to death. I'm used to it." He took off the coat and put it on my small body.

"Or better yet..." I got up and sat in between his legs and draped the blanket around us and I rested my back on his knee.

"Is this okay with you?" Harry asked.

"If it's okay with you, it's okay with me." I reassured him.

Harry put his arm around me and pulled me to his chest, I took the time to admire his profile with his eyes closed. His pink lips were pursed into a frown and as my eyes moved further up his face, I noticed a small horizontal white scar hidden behind one of his curls. I made a mental note to ask him about it in the morning.

I almost questioned why I was sitting in an alley, at 10 o' clock at night, in the embrace of a man I hadn't known for more than a week. But it was honestly the most interesting thing that had happened to me in my life.

Harry's steady heartbeat against my side, jolted me from my slumber.

"Are you awake?" His breath fanned over my skin.

"Yeah...." I lingered in our closeness before pulling the blanket off my body to stand up.

I stretched with my arms above my head, trying to stretch my cramped muscles. I looked over to Harry and noticed he was staring at me.

"Sorry," He blushed and looked away, "You're just very pretty in the morning."

I smiled back at him, knowing I was anything but pretty in the morning.

"So what do you do on a daily basis?"

"Well I usually go for a walk....To walk off my hunger...Especially if I don't have enough money to feed them," He picked up the small cup, "And looking at this...I don't have enough for even them..."

I tried not to make my eyes look sympathetic. I wanted to be his friend, not his pity-party.

"Well if you don't mind, I could buy something for them today...?"

"You really care about them?" He asked, incredulously.

"Why wouldn't I? I wouldn't just let them starve when I know you can't take care of them alone."