The Dangers of Falling. [Harry Styles.]

Chapter Four.

I was comfortable. Really, truly, comfortable; not comfortable just being in Harry's home, but I was comfortable in my own skin for once. I felt like I was a snake, finally shedding my old skin. I didn't know what it was, but even though I had only known these crazy-- yet bearable—people for more a week, I felt like I could finally let my hair down. I know that made me vulnerable, but they made me feel safe. They made me feel like I was me again. But I wasn’t only comfortable in how I was feeling—I was comfortable in the position the four of us were currently in. Jayden and I sat on the very ends of the black leather couch, with Louis and Harry curled up in between us, their heads resting on either of our laps. Soft, well-worn blankets were thrown over us, because of the air conditioner that was set on chilly. Normally, I’d mind the close touch of skin, and I’d be screaming about my personal bubble. But let’s face it, they were changing me quickly and closely, a complete opposite from slowly but surely.

"Oh my god, does anyone besides myself realize how stupid this girl is?" Louis gaped, his eyes glued to the intense horror movie playing in front of his eyes.

"I know, she doesn’t even turn on any lights. Why does every girl in horror movies never turn on any lights? It’s common sense!" Harry agreed, his wildly gesturing hands deciding to set back in his lap. Jayden and I watched the boys in amusement, the same thoughts running through our minds as we continuously tried to hold back laughs. I absentmindedly reached my hand out, running through Harry’s curls that were resting in my lap. He tensed, before looking up at me, his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion and shock. I jerked my hand back, unaware of what I was doing.

"Oh… erm, sorry." I quickly said. Harry slowly smiled, before settling his head back in my lap.

"Its fine, Amelia. I don’t mind." I hesitated before slowly playing with the brown locks again. I saw him smile out of the corner of my eye.

"Hey Jay, that girl looks like you." Louis joked, pointing at a girl on the television decked out in hooker clothing.

"Piss off." Jayden bopped Louis on the head, grumbling insults to him under her breath. My phone buzzed beside me, lighting up under the blanket. I reached for it, but Harry snatched it up before I could even grasp it.

"Who is Ian?" Harry spat out.

"No one you know." I snatched the phone back out of his hand before jumping off the couch, leaving Harry to plop back down hard on the sofa. I pressed ‘answer’ as I climbed on top of the island in the kitchen.

"Hello?" Ian’s familiar voice rang in my ears.

"Hey Ian," I smiled. "What’s up?"

"Just got finished with my shift at a diner. Some of the customers that came in today were strange. I have lots of stories." He laughed. "But what about you? Are you at Harry’s?" I could hear the slight teasing in his voice.

"Yeah. We’re watching a horror film." I shrugged, even though I knew he couldn’t see me. I swung my legs back and forth.

"Oh, what a perfect opportunity for you to jump into his lap." Ian joked.

"You disgust me." I groaned, "The movie bores me, but the others like it, so I made no protest."

"Others? What others?"

"Ian, Harry’s not a loner like me. He has friends."

"Shut up, that’s not what I implied and you know it." I rolled my eyes.

"Don’t roll your eyes at me," My eyes widened in surprise, but quickly I reminded myself Ian knew me better than the back of his hand, "So, what’s the address?"