I hate/love Harry Styles

8. THE night

"So, do you want to watch a film?" I asked, breaking the silence. We were still laying on my bed, looking at each other. I haven't even noticed his green eyes before . They are beautifull. My blue eyes were nothing comparing to them.

"Yeah, good ideea." He said, smiling. The storm was awfull. I haven't seen such a horrible weather before.

"What do you want to watch?" You can choose" I said, pointing to the DVDs in front of us.

"Nightmare on Elm street?" He asked, grining wildely. Horror film...great...

"O-Okay" I hesitated.

"You don't like horror films, right?" He asked happily. He probably enjoyed the situation.

"Um...Actually, I like them, but usyally I'm scared of some creepy scenes. I'm a chicken" I admitted.

"Come on. I'll protect you" He winked.

"Oh, thank you Mr. Super Brave Guardian." I said sarcastically, but I smiled at him. Oh noo..What am I doing? I can't fall for him. I made a promise with myself and I'm gonna keep it. For my own good. He doesn't feel anything about me, so...

He put the DVD on while I made some popcorn. Kevin and dad were already in their room, so I could skipp their awkward comments. I made my way back. Harry was already sitting on my bed, with my blanket. I sat next to him. He put the blanket on us, as he wrapped his arm on my shoulder. Then we began yo eat the popcorn, and watch the film. I tried to say to myself, that it's just the film, there's nothing worry about. That worked. Until that scary moment. I couldn't help but scream. I burried my face in the closest thing to me, which happend to be Harry's chest. Oh God. He probably thinks that I'm crazy. I began to get off his chest, but his arms stopped me. He held me close. So I stayed. I burried my face in his shirt every time I was scared. He didn' t seem like it's bothering him.

"Well, that was scary" was all I could say. His arms were still around my body.

"Yeah, very scary" He said sarcastically.

"Heey. I can't help that I'm a chicken. You know, I'm not that brave like you"

"Well, obviously" He said grinning.

"You're impossible, Curly" I said punching him playfully.

"Curly?" He raised an eyebrow at me. I just smiled like an angel at him as an answer. 

"Well, it's getting late now." He said slowly. It was almost midnight. Hopefully, my brother and dad are already sleeping. I looked out the window. The storm was still raging.

"You can't go out in that weather" I quickly told him, not knowing what I was saying. Harry was smiling.

"It's okay. I don't live too far" He started.

"No way. Seriously Harry. I'm still worried about your health." I said, really worrying.

"Won't be a problem if I stay?" He asked worrying.

"Of coure not. " I reassured him.

"Well, thank you" He said finally. I smiled at him, then he showed me the most gorgeous smile that I've ever seen. Why is he doing this with me? He's trying to torture me, right?

"You're gonna sleep here, in my bedroom. I'm gonna move downstairs" I said, walking to take my PJs

"Oh no. You're not gonna sleep on couch. I will. I can't let you" He suddenly said.

"Don't be silly, Harry. It'll be fine. I've slept on worst things, trust me." I said without thinking again. I should watch my words...

"Ohh..you're naughty girl" He chuckled.