I stretch my arms out in the double bed. I feel a lot better, my head doesn't hurt as much. I gently open my eyes to see the dim light through the large window which is slightly open. I stand up and walk over to see Harry out on the balcony smoking a cigarette with a beer bottle beside him.
"Hey" I simply say.
"Hey" he replies, but doesn't look my way. He just continues smoking his cigarette. I decide to join him and sit next to him as the sun rises.
"You okay?" I ask.
"I should be the one asking you that" he exhales the smoke. He offers me a puff but I decline.
"I'm fine, I really am" I shuffle a bit closer to him, but he's still staring at the view. He sighs. I hear him mumble "I know" under this breath. I uncomfortably lean in and kiss his cheek. He smirks and shakes his head and then looks at me.
"What was that for?" He slightly chuckles, taking the last inhale and burning out the bud on the astray beside to him.
"Helping me, I guess" I look down at my hands, embarrassed. That was very unlike me, I don't know why I did it, I'm stupid. I look up at him to see his green eyes staring at me warily as he blows the toxic air out of his lungs, a look he has never given me before, it's crazy to think I met him just over a week ago. It seems like so much longer. To my own surprise without thinking twice about it I lean in and lock my lips with his. He's caught off guard by the intimate move but he doesn't pull away. Instead, his breathing changes and he puts both hands on my waist and pulls me closer to him. I'm not going to lie, his mouth tastes like smoke but at this very moment I simply don't care, in a way I sort of like it... I feel a connection, like an invisible string that's tugging us together and I can't pull away as Harry deepens the kiss and licks my lower lip followed by a small bite and I return the exact same move. He moves his lips to my jaw and then down to my neck. Although it's not very warm yet because the sun isn't completely out yet, his lips are. If I died right now, in this arms I'd be happy. All of a sudden, Harry cuts the string between us and pulls back completely.
"Shit..." he mutters under his breath and stands straight to his feet and heads inside leaving me just sitting there like a rejected little girl. I gather my thoughts and process what just happened. What did just happen? I hate Harry, why did I just do that? What happened, just for a moment, to that annoying ass who kept on picking on me all week. I can't believe I thought if I died there and then in his arms I'd be happy, thing is though in the moment it was happening, I meant it. But it wasn't just now, last night. Why did he care so much about my state, just me in general? I don't get it, he said he didn't like me. I suppose it's just instinct though, you wouldn't leave a stranger just passed out there, I know I wouldn't. But everything about him puzzles me and I wish he wasn't so stubborn and rude so I could actually get through him. Truth is, I have no problem being his friend, I have no trouble being anybody's friend. When people say "Oh I don't want them to be my friend" they're lying. If we could, we'd want everyone to be our friend. I wouldn't want anybody to dislike me or to dislike anyone but that's life. Harry is something else.
"Harry!" I walk inside to find him lighting another cigarette as he leans against the kitchen counter. "I'm sorry I-"
"No really, just... leave it. I'm drunk, you're probably still drugged or some shit. It's not a big deal so just drop it" I'm instantly offended by this words and I'm speechless. If anything he's the one that's drunk and doesn't know what he's doing, I'm fine.And It's not even what he said, I was stupid for kissing him but it's the way he said it, as if I'm nothing. It actually hurts my feelings a little bit. I know no one could ever hurt Harrys feelings, he's not like that at all. He's confusing as hell but in a way you can read him like a book. He doesn't care about anybody but himself and no one will ever mean more to him than himself, nobody will ever matter enough to hurt his feelings. Not that Harry matters to me, not at all.
"Take me home" I demand flat out. He gives me a strange look but I insist "Now" and he narrows his eyes at me.
"Perfectly fine with me. Princess" he emphasizes princess at the end. I act like I don't care, but in reality I do. I hate Harry, I really do. It feels wrong to hate him after everything but it's his own doing and I don't care. I just want to get home.
As we're in the car there's massive tension. I didn't even get to properly thank him but he's ruined it, he's ruined it like he always does. He does anything and everything to spite me, whether it's on purpose or he's just being a natural prick. We arrive at the driveway of my house and it's early morning, it looks about 7am. I step out and slam the door and Harry drives off straight away and I was expecting him to wait until I got inside luke he did last time but he doesn't. I rattle my keys in the hole and call out for my mom. There's no response.
"Mom! Mooom" still, no response. What the heck? I wonder around the living room and spot a little post it on the tv, which is a strange place for a post it but anyway.
Hello sweetie, I've gone out of town with Jim for the week. I left some money in the safe for food so be good and take care! xoxo -Mom
I slight lump forms in my throat. This is the sort of stuff that she does that really hurts me, she just goes without regarding me. Yes, I'm 18 but that doesn't mean I want to spend a whole week in a house alone. I'm not her first priority anymore, ever since she met Jim. I sound like the biggest immature teenager ever right now but it's true. Everything hurts for a reason and there's always something to cry about. And I do just that. Tears fall down my cheeks and I just slump in the arm chair, feeling frustrated and just straight up upset. I'm always second best and nothing will ever change that, whether it comes to beauty, school, boys or even my own mother. I keep all these feelings inside and sometimes I just break down. I'm not depressed or anything but it's when you focus on that small little thing and you can't stop thinking about it.
After calming down a bit from my cry my mind starts to wonder back to Harry's lips on my neck and his hands on my waist like I was someone else. I truly was! In that moment, that very moment, I wasn't there, I was someone else. And I think Harry was too, that Harry is not the same boy that just drove off after I got out of the car. That boy is not the same Harry that calls me princess, makes crude remarks, rolls his eyes at you or anything. And that Lilah isn't the same Lilah that was sobbing two minutes ago. I still can't believe I kissed him though, I'm mad.
Heya, so I hoped you enjoyed that chapter and yesss they finally kissed. I was looking for a few songs that describe this fic since I mentioned hey there delilah and ruby last time so I feel like including three songs at the end of each chapter, like the after author basically. I just get so much inspiration from songs so here they are. I suggest you give them a listen and if you have any song suggestions leave a comment! Thanks for reading xxx
-Drop of Smoke by Hudson Taylor
-Salvation by Gabrielle Aplin
-Look Out Sunshine! by The Fratellis
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Good Intentions - Harry Styles Fanfic
Fanfiction*** A.N: Okay so, I wrote this story when I was very young, and now, over 3 years later, I realise that the story is definitely not as good as I thought it was (in fact it's pretty bad). Why do I say this? Because if any of you read this and think "...
