He has no name: Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 6

I jolted back from him so that I was nearly on the floor. I ran a finger across my, now, moist lips. Why did I do that? I said to myself. I stood up and ran my shaking fingers through my messy hair. "Abby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to kiss you." Harry apologized. I didn't say anything, I just paced back and forth, remembering how soft his lips were agenst mine. "Abby please say something!" He begged. I opened my mouth, just to shut it again. I couldn't find the words. "Harry... I care about you, probably more than I should, but I-I can't do this right now. I'm heart broken, my boyfriend just cheated on me. I'm sorry, Harry." I said, nervously. "I understand, but can we just talk about what just happened?" He asked. I nodded and sat down across from him. "Did it mean anything?" He quickly asked. "Of course it ment something, Harry. I guess I'm just not ready." I explained. "I know. Can I just tell you something?" I nodded. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you... I have drawn you only because I think its the only way I could feel something. Love. I'm sorry if that weirds you out or anything. This is the first time I had ever trusted someone." He said. He just plopped down with his head on the arm rest and his long, muscular body stretched out. "I don't know what to say honestly. Just promise me when I do get ready to date again you'll be available." I explained. A smirk appeared across his face. "Got it. Do you wanna watch Tv? We could see.... Uh The Purge or The Perks of Being a Wallflower." He offered. "Um, can we see both? The Purge first, then The Perks of Being a Wallflower?" I asked. "Ah, so your one for movies I could see. I love movies too it just depends what kind." He said. "What kind of music do you like?" I asked randomly. "I like pretty much all kinds. I just can't stand Taylor Swift or Miley Cyrus." He answered. "You favorite aritist in music?" I asked. He chuckled. "A person of a million questions I see," he joked. "I like Ed Sheeran. He's a good lad." He said. "So what about you? Do you like cheesy romantic movies or would you prefer a horror movie like The Conjuring?" He asked. "Um I don't know I'm a movieholic, what ever movie comes out, I have to see it." I answered. "Oh, have you ever cried during a movie?" He questioned. "I cried only when I saw The Boy in the Stripped Pajamas." I said. "That was a sad movie. That was one fictional death I could not get over, I was pissed!" He joked. I let out a slight laugh. A comfortable silence fell as he put the movie in. Harry was back in his place, lying down. I wiggled next to him. "Abs what are you-?" He started off. "I'm cold, your warm. Shut up and just hold me." I shot at him. I put my head on his chest. He pulled me closer to him. He was warm, it was nice to be held and wanted. I just had to find a way not to fall for him....