Far Too Many Good Intentions. (Harry Styles)

The neighbours have complained damn near every night.

To put it lightly, things became a bit awkward.

I glanced at him uncomfortably, and looked down at my shoes. "So, did you have fun?" He avoided my eyes, busying himself with a loose string on his shirt.

I looked up at him despite this, smiling a little. "Yeah. He's--he's nice. A friend," I emphasized the word 'friend' and I watched as Harry's moody behaviour lifted slightly.

"That's good," he nodded. There was a silence that filled the air, and I found myself drumming my hands on the table softly. I wondered what else he would say about it. After a while, he sighed heavily, and crossed the room so he as standing in front of me.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you last night," he murmured. His eyes met mine, my heart beating faster with every second.

"It's alright," I whispered, unable to find my voice.

He chuckled to himself. "You know, sometimes I think I really do care too much about you. I feel like...like I should protect you. I don't know. It's odd." I was stunned at his words. Nobody had ever said something like that to me.

"You don't have to. Protect me, I mean. I'm a big girl, Harry. I take care of myself," I waved him off, but deep down, his words touched me. He actually cared about me.

His features softened, and he reached his hand out to envelop mine. My eyes went wide at his action, but I didn't pull away. "Just let me in." His eyes, the ones that made me take notice in him in the first place, sparked butterflies in my stomach.

His lips turned up at the corners, and squeezed my fingers reassuringly. I swallowed the lump that was now growing in my throat, and looked away. I nodded, chewing my bottom lip in thought. "Okay."

He really smiled then, the corners of his eyes crinkling with it. I couldn't help but smile in return, even if it was just for a second. I stared into those strange green eyes for what seemed like hours. He took a deep breath, and finally spoke. "So, what do you say about getting breakfast with me tomorrow?"

"I say yes," Even if I was smiling, my voice sounded hoarse and unused. His hand still covered mine, and he interwove our fingers.

"Come here," he whispered. He pulled me up from my seat and into his arms. I breathed in the soft, clean scent of his skin, and struggled to maintain my composure. We stayed like that for a long time, his cheek pressed against my hair, his breath tickling my ear.

And in that one instance, I felt more at ease with this strange boy more than any other person I'd ever known. I was home.

Louis reappeared after a while, a somber look on his face. "Okay, so I didn't find any cats," he slumped into the kitchen chair.

"That's okay, we'll find one soon," I laughed.

Harry and I had taken two other chairs and had been sitting at the island, just talking about everything.

"We don't need a cat, Boo Bear. We'd never have the time to take care of it!" Harry rolled his eyes.

Louis pouted even more. I looked over at Harry and smiled. His eyes caught mine in an unspoken question, and returned my smile.

Louis's eyes suddenly lit up. "If you'll excuse me, I'm late to a date with my lovely girlfriend. See you two kids later!" He left us as quickly as he came in, the kitchen door had yet to cease swinging.

Harry looked over at me with a smirk. "Something tells me he eavesdropped instead of leaving to 'look for cats'."

I laughed. "Yeah, I was kind of thinking the same thing." We sat and talked more, mostly about his life, and how it so quickly turned into something he never expected. My stomach began to growl eagerly, this morning's breakfast with Niall had worn off. I went for the fridge, pulling out anything I could.

"Want anything?" I called to Harry. "I'll make it."

I heard him sigh. "I'm glad we're friends," He said in a dopey manner. I turned around to find him smiling at me cheekily. I burst out laughing, covering my mouth with my hands. He just stared at me, unbeknownst to why I was cracking up. "What?"

I calmed down after a second. "Nothing, nothing. You're just adorable." I settled on PB&J, making one for Harry as well.

We sat there in silence, chewing our food happily. His eyes met mine, shining with content.

"But really," He mumbled around his food, "I'm so happy you're here."

I blushed. "Thank you."

He took a huge bite. "You know, when I first met you--"

I reached over and grabbed his chin, shutting his mouth. "Chew your food, then talk," I warned. "It's disgusting."

He rolled his eyes, and swallowed. "You know, if you'd been nicer to me just then, I would've complimented you on how pretty you look today."

"But didn't you just do that?"

"Um, yeah." I smirked, and his cheeks tinted pink. I got up from the table to wash my hands. When I was finished, I turned to find Harry ruffling his hair nervously, looking up at me.

I walked to him, linking my arm through his.

"Movie time?" He asked.

"Movie time."