Dr. Styles

Chapter 10

He liked me.

Harry liked me.

The hot British doctor that everyone talked about.

There's so many other girls he could like and he likes me. I didn't know what to say.

Do I like him back? I don't even know. I mean shit he's gorgeous but what if he's an asshole with some weird fetish or something?

Before I can think I ask him,

"Do you have a foot fetish?" I blurt out and immediately smack my palm to my forehead.

He laughs slightly,

"So I tell you I like you, and the first thing you ask is if I have a foot fetish?"

He smirks. I laugh a little at my odd question.

"Okay, to answer your question, I don't have a foot fetish, what about you?" He asks as if it's a general conversation topic.

"No. That's weird, feet are just feet to me, I ask because I met a guy ages ago and I really liked and he told me he had a foot fetish an I ran for the hills." I smile down at my palms.

"Okay, well do you want to go get something to eat then? I think breakfast has gone cold by now, I'll let you get ready, I'll take you back to your place so you can grab some makeup or whatever you girls wear these days." His lopsided smile is so charming I find myself staring admiringly at him.

"I just need clothes, I have nothing but a dress to wear." I look over at my tight party dress that I never thought I would wear.

"You can wear a shirt of mine and some pyjama pants for now, I think I have some small pants." He looks at my small frame.

"Thank you." I smile softly.

He goes into the massive chest of draws and pulls out plaid cotton pyjama pants and a black shirt.

"Put these on, I'll be in the hall waiting." His voice is soft but has demanding words behind it.

He leaves the room and shuts the door behind him. He's so tall, and lanky, compared to me, I'm short and kinda chubby.

I can't believe after that whole 2 months he still remembers and likes me, that would mean he would've been thinking of me that whole time. The thought makes me shiver.

As soon as I'm dressed I grab my phone and keys and open his bedroom door.

He's leaning against the wall looking down at his phone with a frown but a content smile playing upon his full lips.

He really is beautiful.

He looks up at me from his phone, the light from it brightening his stunning features, he smiles that charming lopsided smile.

"You ready then?" He says.

"Yeah, lets go." I walk up to him and he holds his hand out.

His hands are so big, he has long fingers and a little cross inked into his hand.

I looked up at him. He was truly beautiful, I didn't take the time to notice until now, his face was perfect.

"Is that okay?" He looks at me and momentarily distracts me from my thoughts.

"Wait what? Can you repeat that?" He smiles at me.

"Distracted? I was saying we can take my dog for a walk if you want." His voice was so soft and sweet.

"Yeah of course, sounds good." I ramble on and awkwardly nod.

"Misha! Here girl!" He calls down the hallway and the fluffy white dog comes running to him.

"She looks like a ball of snow." I smile and peer at the dog.

She sits directly in front of Harry and he puts his hand in front of her snout, she lifts her paw up into Harry's.

"Good girl Mish. Come on." He looks so lovingly at the big ball of snow.

"She was kind of a rescue dog, her previous owner was a rich old man that got too tired to look after her, he dropped her on a junk car lot and she had to hunt for food I guess, one day I was coincidentally driving past and got a call so I pulled into the lot, and I saw her laying down in a banged up car. It took me a while to get her because she was scared but I got her, took her to the vet and she had infections in her eyes, stomach, hind paws, tail, she had heat exhaustion and was on the verge of being too skinny to live." The tall man covered in tattoos begins to tear up at the story.

"So she was kept in for a while and they got her better, though her hind paws are still slightly messed up. I wasn't gonna keep her but I spent too much time with her and fell in love with her so I renamed her and kept her." He kneels down to her eye level and smiles at her as if she's a human.

"Beautiful isn't she?" I was still so captivated by Harry's soft voice and deep accent that I didn't realise what I was saying.

"Yeah, you are."

He looked up at me, "What?" He laughed a bit.

"What? I mean yeah, she is, beautiful story, but sad. So beautiful." His smile is evident, as are his dimples.

"Well then, shall we go?" He stands and holds his arm out to me.

I mentally curse at myself and smack my head.

"Sure." I say quietly.

He leads me down the small hallway and towards stairs that lead to massive wooden doors.

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Sorry it took me so long to update! I had mad writers block and a lot going on with friends and school, but that's no excuse haha, I'll try to update regularly again, sorry it's so shitty 😂

- Sam 🖤