Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 25

Song for the chapter:

Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran

Irresistible - One Direction

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"Well that was quite fun," Harry mumbles, while stepping in bed.

"Tell me about it." I say, rolling my eyes and he laughs.

Taking off my heels with half my eyes closed isn't the easiest thing, but nothing is hard to do when you're half awake.

I unzip my dress and quickly grab a shirt before Harry's eyes can mentally rape me.

Somehow, the image of Harry undressing Emma pops up in my mind. 

When I find out that no shirts are around, I open the nearest drawers that happens to be Harry's and grab his shirt. I lift it over my head and let it slide down. Putting my arm out and turning around to face the mirror, I see the shirt is actually okay. The shirt is grey with a "Rolling Stones" logo on it. The hem of the shirt reaches my thigh.

I quickly tuck myself in bed and face opposite of Harry.

"What's wrong?" He reads my expressions.

"Nothing."

"Why were you so insecure? I mean at the party, you were asking how your dress was from behind, front, left and right. It's kind of disturbing," He admitted.

"Um, I'm sorry, I just-"

"Did Emma tell you anything?" He cut me off.

Yes she did. She told me how I'd never impress him.

"She told me that I"d never impress you and no matter what, I wouldn't be attractive to you," I blurted out. Unsure of my words, I curse under my breath. How can I be so carefree when it comes to telling someone things that shouldn't be told.

"What?" He laughs.

I turn to face him and his cinnamon breath fans over me.

"Why are you laughing?" I question, trying to keep a straight face, failing miserably.

"You think that I'm not attracted to you? That you would never impress me?" He repeats what I said and cups my cheeks with his warm hands.

"You're the hottest and most endearing woman I've ever met and you say that you won't impress me?" He continues making my stomach flutter.

"Then why did you tell me not to wear the maroon dress I picked earlier before the gala on Wednesday?" I blurted out before I can stop my curiosity.

"Because I got scared. If other guys hit on you, I might knock the living daylights out of them," He admitted, I don't know why, but the thought didn't scare me, it flattered me.

This makes me relieved. Maybe he wasn't in love with Emma after all? The thought lingers in my mind for what I think is more than half an hour.

"You look good in my shirt there," He comments, giving me a smirk.

I don't reply, I give him a smile in return and nuzzle my head in his neck.

"I'm sorry." I say. 

"For what?" He questions back.

I don't reply. But in my mind, I'm sorry for all the things you've done for me, I'm sorry for all the words you have to come up with to comfort me, I'm sorry for not being able to give you a chance, I'm sorry for being too sensitive.

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