Different//z.m.

Chapter 7

Sapphire's P.O.V.

I woke up embraced in Harry's muscular arms. Any normal girl would instantly swoon seeing that they were wrapped in the arms of a boy who's looks resembled one's of an angel with his curly, brown hair that's swept back into his usual quiff. Or his emerald eyes that showed nothing but warmth and care no matter how dangerous he may seem. His body that's filled with ink and how fit he is. His broad shoulders or his muscular arms or his overly-large hands.

But obviously I am no normal girl because none of these things about Harry Styles turned me on at all.

Besides, I am different so maybe that's why I didn't find the green-eyed lad so remarkable.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

His voice sounded raspy and deep and I recognized it as his morning voice. Usually, that would be the biggest turn on for me but even though Harry sounded incredibly hot in his morning voice it still turned me off just because it came from him.

"I know I'm gorgeous but please, stop staring." Another remark came out of Harry's conceited mouth and he had a smirk on his face looking at me with a glint in his emerald eyes.

I rolled my eyes at him and tried to get off his lap even though I was really comfortable but he was annoying me and I couldn't get off because his arms were wrapped so tightly around me.

"Harry, get your arms off me. I'm trying to get up," I said trying to move his tattooed arms off of me but it was no use because they wouldn't budge.

My weak, fragile body was no use for his strong body.

"You're so pathetic Sapphire," Harry said playfully playing with my hair making it more messed up than it already was.

He finally let go of me and I jumped out of his arms and ran into the bathroom wanting to freshen up and get ready for the day.

"Can we go shopping now. You said you were going to take me last night." I turned around facing Harry and I just noticed that he wasn't wearing a shirt. I gasped in shock and coughed awkwardly trying to avert my eyes onto the floor and not on his abs. Even if I don't like Harry in that way you can't stop a girl from looking at his perfectly sculpted abs and a massive butterfly tattoo that rested on his stomach. I furrowed my eyebrows wondering why he would make it so big.

"Like what you see?" I looked back up at his face to see him still holding that annoying smirk on his face. His eyebrows were lifted up and I wanted to punch him because of how conceited and cocky he was.

"Ever since you woke up you've been acting so cocky. You didn't even greet me properly you just said and I quote "'Take a picture, it'll last longer." unquote."

"You're just jealous because you're not as hot as me," He replied and did a pose. He lifted one arm behind his head while he lifted his leg and placed it on the coffee table.

"Yeah, sure I am," I said sarcastically rolling my eyes. "Anyways can we go shopping?" I asked.

"Sure get ready and I'll give you some sweats and you could wear my sweatshirt," He said nonchalantly while picking his shirt up off the ground and putting it on. I watched how his muscles flexed while he put on his shirt and I tried to not stare at him and I'm pretty sure I was doing a terrible job at it.

"Sapphire, you're drooling, love."

I widened my eyes in shock and ran to the mirror he had in his bathroom hoping that he was lying and that I wasn't.

"You're such a liar," I groaned annoyed and walked back into the living room to see him wearing that usual smirk on his face.

"Get me the clothes so I can take my shower and get away from you," I said annoyingly playing with my fingernails.