Speechless Turns /H.S./

2. Stare

I was laying on the sofa, looking into the wooden ceiling, while Harry was making a tea in the kitchen. Thousands and thousands of thoughts were running through my head. This situation still seemed unreal. -"Harry Styles is making me cup of tea"- I whispered to myself. An instant smile flashed on my face after letting that thought through my mind all over again.

-"A bit of lemon, Sophie?"- Harry's voice shouted from the kitchen. I could hear him stirring the sugar. 

-"Yeah, thanks!"- I shouted back and tried to get myself into a normal-sitting position.  My mind had calmed down a little. I looked at my leg. There was a slight hint of a red color on the snowy- white gauze. I wanted to stand up. That, once again, was a huge mistake. Sharp pain went all the way through the left side of my body and I fell on the floor, hitting one of the wooden bedside tables. 

  -"Sophie?!" - Harry ran into the room with a slice of a lemon in his hand. I could barely say anything, as pain went through me and paralyzed my body. He threw the lemon on the ground and ran towards me -"Sophie... oh, dear god, you silly one... why did you do that?"- He gently picked me up from the ground. I felt how tears started to stream down my face. He pressed my body closer to his chest as he carried me back to the sofa.

-"Sorry, I'm just a huge mess right now." - I covered my eyes with hands, trying to hide my ugly crying face. Harry slowly put me down on the sofa and sat right next to me. He gently reached out for my wrist and pulled my hand away from my face. I looked up and the gaze of his green eyes left me speechless . Yet again.

- " You don't have to apologize" - he said quietly and wiped few tear drops away from my bruised cheek. It burned a little, but Harry's touch felt like it all was unreal.- "Did you hurt yourself?" - he asked as his worried eyes looked at my leg.

-"No , I'm fine."- I mumbled back. I was so embarrassed.

-"So- cup of tea would be just in time?"- He smiled. All that I saw was his dimples. My mind seemed to be switched to an unbelievably silly state.  I couldn't control my thoughts at all.

-"Yes. Sorry... tea would be great." - I smiled and he went back into the kitchen.  I was so shaken up. Like- what the hell was happening? For a minute, I swear, I thought that maybe I was dreaming, or maybe I was still unconscious...and this was only happening in my mind?   I wouldn't be surprised if this would have been just a dream. I mean- dreaming about Harry Styles- that wouldn't be a surprise. I bet he's in every girl's dreams. I really liked him. But I didn't want to be one of those crazy- screaming fangirls. Because I wasn't. He fascinated me in every way. And , I mean- it would be nice to get to know him as a person, not only as that super-good looking guy from a world famous boy-band . I wanted him to understand that I won't be one of those hysterical girls.  Although, my mind was going crazy over the fact that I have just met Mr. Harry freakin' Styles. And, oh my god- I have already managed to embarrass myself to the maximum level. 

-"Here comes the tea!" - Harry's voice made me jump up a little as I was thrown out of my train of thought. He slowly went across the room, balancing two black cups of tea.  I slowly sat up, making him space on the sofa. He sat down and placed the cups on the table. I watched how his long fingers grabbed a slice of lemon from the plate. He slowly put it into my cup and handed it to me.

-"Here you go, just be careful- it is hot."- he had a small grin on his face.

I smiled, understanding that this remark was made because of my clumsy appearance, that I have managed to create about myself. I took the cup out of his hands. The warmth from the cup went through my body as I held it tight in my palms. I finally felt some sort of a peace. I took a deep breath, but it still  seemed to be a bit shaky.