1 in 7 Billion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 17

{Hayley's POV}

I stood there frozen in place. My feet glued to the floor. My eyes were wide, and my mouth slightly agape. He stared back at my with an expression that said he was as shocked as I was.
"Uh.. Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." I apologize, and quickly stepped back into his bedroom and shut the door, sliding my back down against the wall so I was hugging my shaking knees on the floor.

His words were ringing in my head. "-And you have absolutely no fucking idea what it's like to fall in love with a girl and know you can't do a damn thing about it." Harry's falling in love with me? This isn't possible. He probably wasn't even talking about me. He has plenty of other lady friends he could be talking about.
You're feeding yourself bullshit. My conscious nags at me. God, I hate her.
I looked down at what I was wearing and mentally patted myself on the back for wearing cute underwear, considering both Harry and Zayn saw me in them just a mere ten seconds ago.
I took this time to study Harry's bedroom. It was quite large, and on one wall had floor to ceiling windows that looked over New York City. I would not mind waking up to that every morning.. He had a King-size bed, with a gray comforter, with navy blue throw pillows. His oak furniture complimented the gray and blue nicely throughout the room. He had a large black trunk in the corner that had been emptied. I'm guessing that's where he packs his clothes for extended visits as such.
I stood up and started to pace the room. My temporary thought process was diminished as I remembered the events that so recently took place.
Even if he was talking about me, he could of just said it on impulse? Harry didn't say he was in love with me, he said falling in love. So, on the slight chance he was actually even talking about me, he doesn't love me. It's a crush. Yeah, a crush.
Crushes are cute, and innocent. I could say I have a crush on Harry. I could even say I have a crush on Niall. They're very attractive people, so it's only human to have a "crush" on someone like that. A crush. I could handle a crush...
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Okay Hayley, I said to myself, you got this.
"Uh yeah?"
The door opened to reveal a very nervous looking Harry. God, he was almost too good looking.
Okay, definitely a crush... a little one. "Um, sorry about that." he points behind him referring to our awkward encounter in the hallway. "Zayn and I were continuing a discussion we had earlier about his ex." His eyes roamed the room looking at everything except for me. "He still hangs out with her or whatever." he shakes his hand in front of him to show his disapproval on the situation.
Zayn's ex... That makes things easier.
You're believing this bullshit? My conscious screams at me. Yep, I am.
"Oh no, it's fine. I understand." My forced casual tone is suffocating me as I play with my fingernails, realizing I still don't have pants on. I grab the edge of his comforter and attempt to cover myself the best I can. Who am I, and where did my confidence go?
"Sorry, I-I-I..." I fumble as I try to come up with an excuse as to why I'm half naked wearing his shirt. I mentally punch myself for always being in these awkward situations that are impossible to get out of.
Some of my panic is soothed when I hear Harry laugh and see him rub his jade eyes.
"You know Hayley, if I didn't know better I'd think you were suggesting something. Because you know it doesn't really look good to Zayn, when you come out of my bedroom wearing my shirt without any pants on." I laugh at my own embarrassment, a playful smirk smacked onto his flawless face. I decide to play along, "Oh this? What could Zayn possibly think we were doing in here?" I say with a suggestive tone, trying to make him break first. By the look on his face, he's not planning on breaking any time soon.
"Oh I could think of a few things actually..." He smirked at me when his eyes were done dancing across the room and locked onto mine. The gold tints in his emerald eyes, glistened in the light coming from the shaded lamp on his nightstand, illuminating the room. It casted shadows of his features, which made them even more exquisite. His flirty smirk was only turning me on more, and I wanted to keep it there.
"What exactly are you implying Styles?" I look down at my outfit and put my hands on hips. I smirk, fully aware of what I am doing to him and welcome my confidence back home.
Harry takes two steps toward me until our faces are inches from each other, our shirts brushing together. I immediately feel the mood in the room switch, and I welcome it. He guides his fingers gently up my arm, and my skin erupts with goosebumps. His breath cascading over the edges of my cheekbones.
"I think you know exactly what I am implying." His accent heavy and raspy. His eyes dart to my mouth, and he takes his lower lip between his teeth. My eyes go directly to his mannerism, and his plump pink lips smirking at me. My hands find his jawline and they trace it, feeling his perfect bone structure. I want nothing more than to feel his lips with mine, and I can't stand the thought any more. My wishes are granted as he crashes his lips to mine.