Love & Forbidden secrets.

Chapter Fifteen.

Harry's lips instantly pull away from mine but his arms are still attached around me, it feels like its too soon for our bonding to be exposed.

From the corner of my eye, I can see a blonde girl that fiercly slams the door open, and for a second my heart leaps as I believe it is Naomi.

I can tell Harry is thinking the same thing from the way his lips grasped off our touch and snapped his head to the door.

We stand, well sit, corrected when I turn to see a drunken girl in a short black dress with smudged masacra all around her eyes, latching on to the door like her life depends on it.

"S-sorry babes, y-ou get on with it, I'm just looking-" she stops to hiccup; "-I'm looking for the toilet" She slurs and then slams the door behind as she exits.

For a minute it's silent, then Harry and I look at eachother still in eachother arms and laugh at what just happened.

He remains with his arms tangled around me whilst I bury my head in to his chest.

I have no idea what's going on. All I know is I came here tonight to party and get drunk I guess, but I'm laying in a quiet room with Harry, and it couldn't be more perfect. Even with the deafening music outside the room.

We just lay there, silent.

"Natalie?"

"Yes Harry?" I say with my eyes shut.

"What...What would of happened if that was Naomi that walked in?" He asks with a forward tone, but with such softness.

"Why don't we worry about that when we really have to" I say, trying to have as much valuable time with him as possible.

I can't believe it, its been such a short amount of time yet I feel like a cub that can't be away from it's mother for one second, except I don't think of Harry as a mother, offcourse. It's just something about him, like the way he squeezes his eyes shut when he laughs or when he looks at me while I'm talking to him and stares at me like he is studying my every word, maybe he is. He just seems so different, he has revealed so much about himself to me tonight, and unlike other men I met, he doesn't just want to bed me and be done with it, he actually is interested in me.

I know this is dangerous, that's exactly what love is, it never ends well and I swore to myself I would never fall again. But I have to admit to myself, I'm an easy faller. But how can this possibly end well? How can it Possibly be different? We are both depending on one person so we can set up our individual lives in new york, yet we're laying here both fallen out with her. It suddenly hits me.

"Harry, I need to speak to Naomi" I say pulling out of his reach and standing up.

He looks confused, angry even. His eyes are locked on mine and he has a frown on that beautiful face.

"What? Why?" He questions.

"This isn't going to get us anywhere, yes its all well for the short term but long term, we're just making ourselves homeless and in a difficult situation. We should take it slow...I mean if anything were to happen... Like us, we have somethin-"

"I get it." He cuts me off with a cold tone.

He stands up and rushes past me, opening the door and walking out.

I don't like this. Why is he reacting like this? Why is he so angry?... Is this my fault?

I get it. This is what I do. I fuck things up. People get close to me and I just push them away, for my own selfish, insecure doubts. I'm not able to love. I'm not able to get close to anyone.

I can't stand the thought of Harry being angry at me. I feel like in this big city, he's the only one that gets me. Maybe or maybe not its because he's from the same country as me so he see's the differences that I see and what we grew up like.Or maybe its because he just understands.

I push the vunerable side out of my head and put on my front I always have, although from our bonding tonight, it has cracks. Argh, I hate when people get to me. My fault really, I shouldn't let them, I ussually don't.

I walk out of the bedroom to find Perrie in the hallway.

Her face is full off amusment until she realises I have an un-wanted frown on my face.

"What's wrong Nat?"

"Nothing. I'm fine" I say, mostly trying to convince myself.

Just ask where Harry is!

I'm trying not to.

"Did something happen with you and Harry? I just saw him-"

"Where is he?" I ask interupting her. I tried to delay the question but the other side of me was pushing it out of my mouth.

"He rushed past me out of the door, said he needed some air" She says with pure confusion.

"Would you excuse me a minute" I half ask while I'm doing what my heart tells me. I have to talk to him. I don't like what I'm feeling, like I haven't got him to protect me from this new place.

No, You don't need anyone to protect you Natalie.

"Go get your man" Perrie softly and  playfully pushes me whilst raising her eye brows with a smirk.

I raise my eyebrows and playfully roll my eyes with a smile.

As I go to walk off, Perrie calls my name.

"Yeah?" I ask, feeling my inner strings pulling me towards the door to get there as fast as possible.

"Tell him no means no" She pulls a serious facial expression then laughs.

I laugh.

"No nothing like that happened" I say, walking towards the door.

Once I climb through the drunken crowd, I walk down the stairs to outside the apartment and find Harry sitting on the steps starring at the traffic, with glossy eyes.