When We Collide (Harry Styles)

Chapter 8

I don't think I've ever felt so content or safe. During the movie we had both shifted to sitting side by side, our legs and arms touching. I started to lean further into the boy next to me, as it started getting uncomfortable, Harry's arm draped over my shoulder. His forefinger drawing patterns onto my bare should where the collar of my shirt slung down. My head was rested between his neck and shoulder. My breath coming out in short calm breaths as every minute in this position passed. The position although my seem wrong, felt so right. 

The end credits started rolling and I wish I didn't have to move. I slowly lifted my head, but Harry's arm didn't move.

Harry cleared his throat and spoke, "I think I should be getting home now," his voice was hesitant, almost as though he didn't want to leave. He checked his watch on his wrist, showing me when I grabbed his arm pulling it to me, 4:45pm.

Shit my Mum's going to be home any minute.

"Oh yeah. My Mum's going to home soon anyway," Harry's arm was still over my shoulder.

"Do you not want her to meet me?" He raised an eyebrow in question.

"No, I mean I guess, but not just yet." I tried to tell him no for his own good. My Mother isn't exactly the one you would let meet your friends - or in my case, friends - without warning her and telling her about them. If they just pop up on her, she interrogates them, to find out everything. Usually ot scares off my friends and well, I don't want Harry to be scared off by her.

"I'm not worried about her meeting you, it's more you meeting her.." My voice felt strained from trying to find the right words to say.

"Why're you worried?" Again, worry flashed over his face and he tilted his head to show he was interested and listening.

"I'm scared she'll scare you off," he still didn't understand from the way his eyebrows knitted together he wanted me to continue, "She'll ask you question after question. She doesn't know boundaries and it's scared people I care about off before."

Harry nodded his head, showing he understood what I had said.

"Alright, I'll wait to meet her." His tone was serious and flat, it made chills run down my spin. A smirk played on his lips,"Wait, did you just say you cared about me?"

Shit. I was not supposed to say that. Maybe if I deny it he'll forget about it.

"No, I didn't." I tried to be firm but I knew I was lying and by looks of it, so did he.

"Yes you did, and I quote 'It's scared people I care about off before.'" He tried to mimic me by using a high pitched girls voice. It sounded nothing like me.

"Was that meant to be me?"

A proud smile crossed his face and he nodded his head vigorously.

"That was horrible!"

His smile dropped and he was about to protest when we heard the jingle of keys from behind the front door.

"Oh shit!" I whispered loudly, jumping away from Harry and stood up,"You need to hide, now!"

Panic crossed his face as we both looked around the room for suitable faces.

"Come with me" I grabbed a hold of Harry's hand, dragging him with me. We had only reached the stairs when the door flew open. Harry was panicking, whispering various curse words as we ran. We stopped outside my room and I opened the door and pulled him in.

"Jasmine? I'm home." I heard my Mum call from downstairs.

"I'll be down in a minute," I screamed back, Harry winced at my voice.