Captain Styles *UNEDITED VERSION*

Chapter 17

Isabella's POV:

As Harry continued to drag me towards the inn again, I couldn't help but feel anxious. What was this surprise? Was it something that I would like or something I would hate?

Questions ran through my mind as Harry slowed to a walk, still holding my hand as he opened up the inn doors. He led us inside and up the stairs on the left, going up to our room.

Why would a surprise he has planned have anything to do with our room?!?! He is so confusing!! I frown at him as he opened up our room, giving me a smirk as he led me inside, a devious look in his eyes.

Uh oh, this can't be good.

I swallow nervously as he lets go of my hand and I mindlessly walk into the room, surveying the furniture that was set up in there. I heard the door close and I turn around, seeing Harry's hand on the door while he just gave me a wide grin.

My heart was pounding in my chest as he sauntered closer to me, and I couldn't help but back away from him. He chuckles, shaking his head at me before giving me a smirk. "What's the matter, Bella? Are you afraid of me?" he asks and I shake my head.

"Of course I'm not!" I say defiantly and amusement twinkles in his eyes. "Then why are you backing away from me?" he teases and I huff at him, trying not to let him see how flustered I was.

"Because you're really creeping me out. There's a big difference between being creeped out and being afraid." I say quickly and he just starts laughing at me.

"Well, Bella, why am I 'creeping you out'?" he asks, clearly mocking me and I give him a glare, trying to look defiant and not bothered by his forwardness.

"Because you just led me into a room and now you're walking closer to me." I say the last part quietly as my back hits the wall, my heart pounding as he puts both hands on either side of my head, leaning down close to my face.

"I just want to be closer to you." he purrs, a sly grin growing on his face and I mentally roll my eyes. He's always going to be a pervert, no doubt about it. The cheeky lad.

"Well...I don't want you to be close to me." I say nervously, my voice betraying my true feelings. He just smirks at me, obviously knowing that it was a lie. "Are you really going to lie to me again, Bella? Do we have to go through this every single time?" he asks me and my eyes widen as I remember all the other times I've lied to him.

It didn't turn out well...especially for me.

"I'm not lying." I say, knowing that it was only a half-truth. It wasn't that I didn't like him being close to me, I just wasn't used to guys being so open with their actions and I definitely wasn't used to having guys be close to me like Harry was. It flustered me and I didn't exactly know how to handle it.

But I did enjoy that Harry was actually liking me, I think, this much so that he was actually giving his time just to pester me, even if it was by silly things like this. It made me feel special.

Harry smiled down at me, moving his body closer to mine. My heart was beating faster with every second that passed by. "I think..." he trails off, moving his lips by my ear, his breath making me shiver.

"...that you are lying." he whispers, his voice low and taunting. "I-I'm not-" I try but I gasp as his lips attach to my neck, distracting me from my sentence. I seriously need to figure out a way to make myself seem uninterested so that I stop ending up in situations like this.

My eyes are wide and my lips are parted slightly as his lips move closer to my jaw, brushing over my skin almost like it was fragile and sensitive. "Are you going to admit it yet?" he mumbles and I take a deep breath, my brain scattered and trying to find an answer suitable for this situation.