Fakes, Lies, and Love

Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

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KAYLA'S POV

Harry laughed and tossed me his white plain tee shirt to me. I slipped it on and over my head. It smelled of this fresh vanilla. A wonderful and yummy smell if you ask me. A Harry smell.. The shirt only went down right above my mid-thigh. As I climb in Harry's bed, I think about Marcel and Harry's past. What has affected them enough to practically hate each other?

"Harry," I say in a hushed tone.

"Kayla," he respons. I love when he says my name. Just the way it rolls off his pursed, plump, pink lips is enough to take my breath away.

"Can we please get to know each other more?" My bottom lip pops out and I look at him with a puppy dog face.

"Sure, love," Harry agrees. "But it's just one question each."

"Okay," I think, I don't know if I should ask him about his and Marcel's past... Maybe about Jorden... "So, why do you and Marcel hate each other?"

He clenched his jaw, sucked in a deep breath and closed his eyes. I get the feeling he's not in the mood. "Why do you want to know?"

"You have to answer, Harry!" I beg. Harry's eyes hold this mysterious look. I haven't seen it yet. It's like he doesn't want to talk about his past. Like he's hiding something.

"Kayla, please," he pleads. I wish he could just tell me! Why won't he?!

"Fine." I'm quite disappointed. "If that's what you want, then fine."

"I'll answer you when I'm ready," he looks at me. I scan his face, trying to find his emotions. I look into his mesmorising eyes. He looks in mine. "Can... I ask you a question though?"

Unsure, I answer. "I guess."

He takes a deep breath. "Are you a virgin?" I froze. What kind of question was that. You know what, I've heard enough. I don't need an explanation.

"You are such a pervert," I roll my eyes. We just met and he's asking if I'm a fucking virgin? Ugh, he pisses me off. I started to get up from the bed when he grabbed my arm. What could he possibly want now?

"Was that too personal?" his cheeks fush. Now he's embarrassed? Jeez.

"Yeah, I mean, kinda." I admit. "But what ticks me off is that you could have asked me any question you wanted. But, being you, you ask me if I'm a virgin or not. You, Harry Styles, are a messed up man." I wisper-yell, not wanting to wake the others.

All he can do is stare me straight in the eye with those mind-blowing green eyes. "You have to answer, Kayla." he smirks.

Is he using my own words against me? Two can play at this game. "I'll answer you when I'm ready," I smile. Burn. He goes to say something, but we're inturrupted with a flash of lightning an-

*BOOM, CRASH, BAM*

I shriek and jump into Harry's arms. I wouldn't be in this fucking mess if I would've woken up Marcel! Harry hugs me tightly and guides me back to his bed. I am not in the mood to put up a fight with him so I just follow the leader. He climbs in bed first and I lay where I was laying before. Part of me is glad that Harry is on his side of the bed because he's a pervert and sexually horimonal, but the bigger part of me is wishing he could be holding me in his arms, comforting me and wispering things in my ear.

I jump a little when I feel a pair of arms snake around my waist, pulling me close to his body. I can hear his slow and steady breath as he holds me in his arms. My wish came true. Wow. He's so warm.. Nice... I'm so comfortable. The only thing I needed to help me get asleep through this storm was my lullaby.. Harry's heartbeat.