Vulnerable (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Ch. 11

It's almost 1:30 in the morning and most of the guests are still here and I'm so glad I told Julia I was sleeping over Veronica's house, even though by the looks of it, we weren't going to leave tonight. James was bound to fall asleep on the couch any second, Veronica had all ready thrown up twice and Riley was still hitting the booze in the kitchen.

"You tired?" Harry asked as I sat on the other couch opposite the one James was on.

"A little. Although all this noise isn't helping."

"It's quieter upstairs." He says

I follow him up and we end up in a room much smaller then Keith's with less furniture as well and much cleaner. I stay by the door as Harry goes off to a closet on the left side of the room and fully unbuttons his shirt before looking back at me and walking over. His tattoos are much more visible, and his necklace dangling around his neck is a simple silver cross. He looks at me before closing the door and pushing me against it slowly.

"Why did you kiss me earlier?" He simply asked.

The beer wouldn't allow me to think straight and, even I still wanted to know why I did kiss Harry. Obviously if I wasn't drunk or tipsy I wouldn't have done, was it maybe because I was scared and the alcohol allowed me to not worry? I look up to find Harry's eyes on me still waiting for my answer. "I don't know."

"That's not good enough Amelia." He says getting closer leaving only a few centimeters of space between us.

"Harry, I just," words scramble through my head trying to come up with a reasonable explanation.

"You're the one that said you wanted me. Isn't that true?"

"Harry, I've had too much to drink tonight, and I guess I didn't think twice before I did that."

"But, guess what?" He exclaims ignoring my comment, "After you did that I wanted you even more."

Closing off the space that was left between us, Harry grasped onto my face as our lips worked in unison. I was gently pushed against the door and the vibrations from the loud rock music downstairs filled the walls. I reached my hands down to the sides of Harry's stomach and moving them around the muscle and moving my hands back up to his neck. The kissing stopped for a second as he dug his fingers on my thighs picking me up and placing my legs around his waist. The bed was close by and I was soon sitting down again as he stood in front removing his plaid shirt. He made his way back on top pushing his body towards mine and making me crawl up laying my head on the pillows.

My fingers entangling themselves in to his dark curls as his hands reaches the bottom hem of my shirt. Should I let him keep going further? No, I couldn't do this. I barely knew him and I wasn't going to let him have full entrance to anything especially me. I couldn't become someone who was just easy like that. Yet his fingers touching the bare skin of mine, cold yet soothing, almost electric at every touch and rough when he wanted to be, still able to bring the chills down anywhere he touched. I wanted that. Still, I couldn't let myself become vulnerable under his touch.

I raise my hands up to his chest pushing him off and stopping what ever he was about to do.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I can't do this." I admit.

"Well you were in to it a minute ago." He smirks.

"Harry, honestly, I barely know you," I look at him thinking he'll understand my concept. "I'm not that kind of girl and I'm sorry if that's someone you're looking for and I'm sorry to disappoint you, but this was a mistake and I..." I can't even finish explaining and turn my head almost embarrassed.

"Amelia, I didn't just kiss you and all that just because I thought you were easy." He replies "I don't think of you like that at all, I did this because I really wanted to and i guess I wanted to since the day I saw you, as cliché as it sounds." He scratches his head. "You want the truth?"

I nod looking back at him. "I like you, and how long have I known you so far?" he looks at me and proceeds "Like what? Two weeks now? And I've only been near you a few times and each time, I've wanted to know you, but I still don't." He exclaims.

I form a little smile on my face from his small confession." Harry, I'm a very complicated person," I admit. "It would take a ver long time to get to know me." I chuckle.

"Then I'll take all that time." He sits up closer facing me directly.

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"Amelia, you can trust me with anything, and I'll always be there for you."

I smile and agree with him, I'm sure Harry's trustworthy, yet I can't risk anything. It's still all very nice, what he's admitting. He moves in to me and our lips meet once again, only for a short time before we pull away smiling.

"Alright Harry Styles, you can get to know me better, as long as I can get to know you too." I say pointing my finger and poking him at his chest.

"That's fine by me." He smiles in agreement.

"But let's get to know one another tomorrow," I say as sleep starts taking over my status.

He nods and goes to the side and lays down by me and sees that I'm still sitting up on the bed. "Come on Amelia, you can sleep here, it's no big deal."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes" and with that he grabs my arm pulling me towards him and I lay down on my back with my head turned to look at him. His shirt is still off and I'm able to view his tattoos in a better perspective. He has two small birds, sparrows it seems, on each side of his chest, and a few smaller ones on his arms. A butterfly is painted upon the bottom of his ribs and I smile at the thought of if I saw him out on the streets he'd seem as someone with guns and skulls as tattoos, never the less a butterfly. I laugh again and he takes notice and looks down.

"Cute butterfly." I comment.

"Why thank you," I would ask why but I'm too tired to speak or even hear his explanation, so I simply take in the view of his other tattoos I see.

He lays on his back too, and is on my left side so I can't see the rest that are on his other arm and I quickly daze off after thinking of what I would possibly want to tell this person and how I knew I wouldn't be able to open up to Harry.