Dear Ellen.

Chapter 14

Author's Note:

I never do these before. Weird. Just wanted to let you know. The people in this story are real, the scenarios are not. Just keep that in mind.

LOVE YOU STRAWBERRIES! READ ON!

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He chuckled at me, but let it go. For that I was forever grateful. I needed to get my head on straight before I ended up doing something stupid. I turned my head towards the movie, which was finally past the advertisements. It should be a good distraction.

I was, however, very distracted by Harry’s hand, which was now rubbing small circles on my stomach. I swear, the boy didn’t have a clue what he was doing to me. I sighed slightly, trying not to draw attention to my inability to concentrate.

“Do you know what is going on at all?” Harry asked, obviously noticing my confused facial expressions.

“We’re five minutes into the movie.” I mumbled, although I really didn’t even know where we were. I was too busy trying to ignore the butterflies racking around my stomach.

“You’re not paying attention.” He stated. He was right. I sighed, ready to admit defeat.

“Yeah. No, I’m not.” I mumbled, looking up at him from my spot in his lap. He wasn’t looking at me, so I was taking the opportunity to stare. He wore my pajama pants, slung slightly low to accommodate for the missing length, and didn’t have a shirt on. His hair was still slightly damp from the shower he had taken while he changed (it was much faster than mine), and it stuck to his face in a few places. His face was gorgeous-

“Are you done?” He asked, obviously amused. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, but forced myself to remain calm.

“No, actually I’m not.” I said. He pushed me off of his lap and stood up. I was hurt at first, but soon his actions became clear.

“Do you want me to twirl for you? Three-sixty view.” He said, laughing as he walked in a little circle.

“That’ll do. Thanks.” I said, patting the seat next to me. I was still wondering how he knows when I’m looking at him. He looked totally engrossed in the movie, but was still able to call me out effortlessly.

“I’m not paying attention anymore, either.” He said, sitting next to me. He faced me, his legs underneath his body. I wrapped my arms around my knees and looked at him.

“I’m still okay with sleeping.” I suggested, feeling my eyes start to drift shut. I felt my body being ripped off of the couch, Harry’s arms suddenly engulfing me. He pulled me close for a kiss, nibbling slightly on my bottom lip. I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, which he took as an invitation to explore my mouth with his tongue. I froze. My eyes snapped open, and it took everything in my body to keep going and pretend everything was normal.

I failed. Harry opened his eyes slowly and let me go. “I-I’m sorry. I just thought…” He trailed off, a hand going nervously to the back of his neck. I looked at him with an expression of sympathy before pulling him over to my bed. Looks like I’ve got some explaining to do.

“I do like you Haz.” I said, smiling at him. The way his face lit up was the cutest thing. I knew better than to fall for that, though. This was Harry Styles. Not some guy who had mediocre looks from my little town in Illinois. This was Harry Styles.

“Then why?” He trailed off again, looking down.

“It’s a really long story.” I sighed, not really wanting to tell someone I barely knew something I hadn’t even told my best friend.