What's Written In The Stars [H.S]

Part 23

Harry calms me down and makes me sit on his bed. He too sits next to me.

"Why were you crying?" asks Harry while he holds my hands and runs his thumb over the back of my hands in a circular motion.

"I got scared. I didn't see you and I wasn't wearing my clothes from last night." I don't know how to explain it to him. I might have over reacted.

"I'm sorry." I tell him quickly.

"Sorry for what, Love?" he says calmly.

"Sorry for over reacting, I guess. I do that a lot. I can be such a pain." I chuckle nervously cursing myself for reacting this way. Harry must be thinking there's definitely something wrong with me.

"Hey, don't say like that. You're anything but pain. You should never feel sorry or bad for what you feel. Feelings are what make us human." he says and lifts my chin up gently and I can see his beautiful eyes and his gorgeous smile.

"And no, you're not crazy." he replies answering my thoughts. Did I say that out loud?

"Now if you don't mind, can I change? I'm kinda feeling cold." he smirks at me and points at himself.

My eyes widen as I realize that Harry is sitting with only a towel wrapped around his hips. I can see his toned upper body. He is not buff, but I can clearly see the outlines of his abs. I can see his tattoos that look so good on his smooth milky skin.

I quickly avert my gaze to hide the redness rising on my cheeks. Harry just chuckles.

"Are you blushing? It's okay, you can check me out." he teases.

"No." I say, biting my lip as I look at him.

His face becomes serious as soon as his eyes lands on my lips. He licks his lips as he brings his long fingers to my chin. With his thumb, he pulls the skin beneath my lip.

"Don't do that." he says as he breathes heavily. His pupils dilate. His touch is making my heart beat faster.

"Breathe baby." he exhales.

And I immediately let out a breath that I was holding in. Just then I hear my phone's ringing tone.

"My phone!" I exclaim.

Shit! I totally forgot about calling Aliya. She must have been so worried. Salman! Oh he's gonna be so upset!

"Where is it!?" I desperately look around on the bed.

"It's on the side table." Harry says as he runs his fingers through his soft hair. He sighs heavily and leaves the room. Okay...that was weird.

"Aliya! Let me explain!" I literally shout as soon as I answer the call.

"Chill! You don't have to shout! My ears!" Aliya shouts from the other side.

"Sorry." I say sheepishly.

"I know everything. I called last night and so did Salman. Harry answered and he told us everything. Don't worry. Are you okay though?" she asks with concern in her voice.

"Yes, I'm fine, don't worry. I'll tell you everything once I'm there, okay."

"Yeah okay. Was Harry sleeping on the same bed?" Aliya teases. I can imagine her smirking.

"Aliya!" she won't let it go, will she?

"Fine, Fine! But I want all the juicy details."

"Bye Aliya." I cut her off.

I keep the phone back on the table and walk around. Where did he go? I walk out to the living room, where Harry is sitting on a long couch and is scrolling away on his phone. He's fully dressed now.

I walk to the single couch on the side and sit down. Harry looks up and says, "I forgot to tell you that I'd already talked to your sister and your....um...boyfriend." he says. He tries to smile, but it isn't his normal, dimpled smile. He's is trying to fake it.

Why is he acting like this? Everything was fine last night. Is it about Salman? Did he think that I didn't have a boyfriend? But why would he even care about me having a boyfriend. It's not that he likes me....does he?

"Umm...do you mind if I use the shower?" I ask him as I look at my feet.

"Sure. When you're done we could have breakfast and later I can drop you back at your hotel."

"Oh, you don't have to. I'll take a cab."

"Well, I don't think that'd be a good idea." he tells me and I look at him in confusion.

I furrow my brows and ask him, "Why?"

"You'll have to see this." he sits back down on the sofa and motions me to join him. I take my seat next to him. Harry takes his phone and types something. He then moves closer to me, till our shoulders touch. He hands me his phone. I stare at the screen and as video starts, a blonde lady starts talking.

"Harry Styles, 20, was seen last night leaving, The Burger Joint, with a pretty girl. Is she his new fling? Sources say that she had been to the One Direction concert held at the Toyota center last night and Harry himself had asked the girl out. We still don't know who the pretty girl is, but we know that the fans will soon find out. Unfortunately, while they were trying to get past the mob of paparazzi, the girl fainted and Harry had to carry her to a taxi. See it for yourself!" The blonde lady stops talking and a video of last night started playing. It wasn't clear at all, the man holding the camera was pushed back and forth. There was a lot of shouting in the background. But I could see Harry, who was carrying me in his arms and was having difficulty in getting through the huge crowd. He somehow manages to stop a taxi and slowly laid me down in the back seat with the drivers help and got in.

The video stopped and I was totally embarrassed. I put him through so much last night. Even today, he looks really tired. I can tell that he hasn't had a good sleep, by looking at the bags under his eyes. Why am I always such a mess?

"It's not safe for you to go by yourself now. I'll take you to your hotel okay?" He tells me.

"I'm sorry." I tell him as I hand him his phone.

"Sorry?" he asks me as his eyebrows knit together.

"For causing so much trouble in one night." I chuckle nervously. "I'm really sorry. I didn't know I was that scared of crowds. I mean I always avoided them, but I never knew I had a ....a..."

"Phobia?" he completes my sentence. He continues, "Enochlophobia, fear of crowds, I searched it up last night." he tells me.

"Oh." Is all I say. I start playing with my fingers, I honestly don't know what to tell him.

"I should be thanking you too." I tell him, as I look at him with a smile.

"You need to stop with the thank yous and the sorrys. We are friends, aren't we? And I know you would have done the same for me."

"I know." I stare into his green eyes. They are so captivating, I just can't look away. I realise that we're really close with our shoulders and knees touching.

"You're so beautiful. So beautiful." Harry whispers. He exhales deeply and his hot breath hits my face. I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand. I feel the tingling sensation rise over my exposed arms and legs.

He moves his hand to my face and caresses my cheek. We're really close now, so close that if I move a little forward we might kiss. I so badly want to feel his soft, pink lips on mine...

Then what about Salman?

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