Existence Of Love [Harry Styles Fanfiction/A Mermaid Tale]

3. Travis Miller

"My clothes will be huge on you." Travis Miller said, with his back to me. He shuffled his hands around in a big wooden object that was pressed against the wall farthest from where we entered. Was that what Xya explained to be a dresser?

On a brighter note: we escaped the man that tried to find us.

I now stood, naked but cover by my hair, in the center of what Travis called his room. His house being across the street from the ocean and it was huge.

The walls were a beautiful light blue color and his window had a built in bench with pillows so it could be seated on with comfort.

My eyes floated around his room and I saw a couple posters hanging on his walls. One was a poster of a man with blue eyes, heavy make up around them, and long black hair. The words 'BVB' was written in silver. The other poster was of a lady, a black and white portrait, with short white colored hair, dark lips, and her smile was huge. 'Marilyn Monroe' was written across the bottom.

I let my eyes wander back to the back of Travis. I took in what I could see since I haven't been able to see his face properly yet.

His shoulders were broad and muscular, and his arms looked strong, but not crazy built like I see those guys laying on the beach, making their breast bounce one at a time to impress a girl with a pretty face that walked by every five minutes. Travis' muscles were kind of like Harry's, but with a little more.

His neck was a little thick as well. He wore tight black pants and a looser white shirt and a grey hat that Xya expressed was called a beanie. This one sagged a little at the top so it almost touched the back of his neck. Almost.

The skin that was exposed to my wandering eyes was a bit tan, but not crazy enough to be mistaken for orange. It was just enough for him.

"I'm sorry, but this will be baggy." He turned around to face me and I finally got to see his face.

It was flawless. His eyebrows were a little thick, his face was angular, his light brown straight hair stylishly fanned out over his forehead, just long enough to reach his eyebrows. His crooked smile was lovely, and his teeth were perfectly lined and white. One small laugh line appeared, so I guess he liked to smile. He was the friendly type, after all.

But those features didn't make my breath hitch. His eyes did. They were a color that I have never seen before on a human. Usually it's brown, blue, or green, but Travis' eyes were so much of a light blue that it was almost a white-ish color. An icy-blue. He kept them up to my face, never looking down.

His hand with the pile of clothes in it extended in my direction and I took them. They were soft and I guessed he chose them because of that.

How sweet of him.

"Thank you." I piped out.

"You're welcome. I'll be outside the door until you're done."

He walked past me and I looked down at the clothes I now held and felt stupid and embarrassed. I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't know how to put on clothing.

"Travis?" I turned my body to face him and he did the same before he could step out of the room. "I might need some help."

He let out a light laugh. "Really?"

I nodded and his smile faltered. He thought I was joking?

Oh, sea shells!

"I'm kidding, of course." I say as my cover.

"Alright." He stepped out, chuckling to himself, and closed the door. The wooden barrier sounded with a tiny creek and I guessed he was resting his weight against it.