One in a Million

Chapter Four

I fucking hate this class. The only positive thing about this class is Alyssa. Other than that, I fucking hate it. Alyssa taps my shoulder and hands me a note.

Have you talked to Harry?

Not really, why?

Niall wants us to watch movies with them at Harry's house. He sent me the address.

Ugh. Do we have too?

She reads my last note and looks at me, bewildered.

This is the man you've been in love with for four fucking years. Yes, we have too.

I roll my eyes and look back up at the professor. After class is dismissed Alyssa and I walk to my car. "Paisley. Why would you not want to hang out with Harry? He obviously likes you."

I only roll my eyes. Ever since I told Alyssa about kissing Harry she thinks that he's madly in love with me. I think he meant it in a friendly way. You know, a friendly gesture.

"Stop lying to yourself. He likes you, and you know it." She says. I only shrug.

"Maybe. I guess we'll go over. Are we supposed to go now?" I ask, looking over at Alyssa.

She nods and I put on my blinker. Twenty minutes later, I'm pulling up to the address Niall gave Alyssa. My mouth drops open and my eyes nearly pop out of my head.

"This place is fucking huge." I remark. Alyssa nods, as we walk up to the house. I knock and step back. A few moments later I see a tall man with curly brown hair running to the door.

It's only been three days since I've seen him, but he looks amazing. He seems to look better every time I see him. He's not wearing a shirt, and is in only his boxers. I swear I'm drooling.

"Hey!" Harry smiles, wrapping his arms around me. I can feel the warmth of his skin against my chest. I need to calm down, I can tell that I'm getting flustered.

"I didn't know you were coming. Let me put some pants on. Sorry." He chuckles and disappears into the hallway.

"Hey Paisley." Niall smiles. I give him a faint smile and plop down beside him. I go to grab some of his popcorn, but he slaps my hand.

"What the fuck?" I shout, furrowing my eyebrows and scowling at him. I hear a chuckle from behind me. I turn to see a smirking Harry.

"Don't mess with the boy's food, love." Harry sits down beside me. I look around to find Alyssa. She's no where to be found. She's probably just in the bathroom.

"Well, I'm going upstairs." Niall says. Wait.. Is Alyssa upstairs-

"Niall! Hurry up." We all turn to see Alyssa standing in the hallway, literally half naked. I quickly cover Harry's eyes with my hand.

"Alyssa! What the hell?" I laugh, looking away. She only laughs and walks back up the stairs, Niall running after her.

I take my hand off Harry's eyes and settle back into my seat. He chuckles and shakes his head. "They move fast."

I laugh, "You can say that again."

"Okay, they move fast." He repeats. I attempt to glare at him, but fail miserably when a smile breaks through.

"Your smile is beautiful." He compliments. I laugh shyly.

"Well, your dimples are adorable." I reply. I have no idea where that came from. I don't know how I had enough confidence to compliment him. He smiles, proving my point.

He looks at me for a moment, before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. I wrap my arms around his neck as he places his hand on my cheek.

Harry Styles is kissing me right now. This is all I've ever wanted. In this moment, he's not Harry Styles. He's the man that I've had multiple dreams about. He's the man that I had as my screen saver for almost two years.

I don't care how long I've known him, this feels so right. He pulls away and smiles at me. I look up to look into his eyes. "What are you thinking about?" He asks.

"About how I've been dreaming of this day for years." I blurt before I can stop myself. He grins at me.

"Really? Kissing me? You've dreamt of that all these years?" He asked. He seems stunned.

"Yeah. And other things." I say quietly. He shifts on his elbows, amusement gleaming in his eyes.

"Other things? Like what?" He asks. Ha, yeah. Like I'm gonna tell him about all of the sex dreams I've had about him, or the times I've stayed up late making wedding plans.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." I can feel the blush creeping it's way onto my cheeks.

He rolls his eyes. "You'll tell me eventually."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that." I wink. He gives me a confused look, then it changes to amusement.

"Did you just wink at me?" He grins. My eyes widen and I look down at my hands.

"Don't be embarrassed, love. It's adorable. Actually, it's kind of hot." He says nudging my shoulder.

If my cheeks could get any more red, they would. I don't think my heartbeat could get any faster either. I feel his arm wrap around the back of the couch and behind my head.

"Harry," I say, gaining his attention. "Um, what are you thinking about?" He looks at me with a smug expression. He turns his entire body to face me.

"You." That's all it took. I practically tackled him back onto the couch. My knees are on either side of his hips. He grins from underneath me.

"Kiss me." He breaths. I don't hesitate to follow through with his request. I lean down and instantly attach our lips. Just as I'm about deepen the kiss my phone vibrates.

Both of our attention is turned towards the device. I groan and climb off of Harry.

"Hello?" I bark into the phone.

"Well nice to talk to you as well." Austin says through the phone. I laugh and look back at Harry.

"Sorry. I was in the middle of something." I grin when Harry digs his fingers into my sides.

"Oh. Are you with that British guy?" Austin asks. I giggle at Harry's insulted expression.

"You mean Harry? Yes I'm with Harry." I laugh.

"Well then I'll call you back later." He chuckles and the line goes head.

I lay my phone back on the coffee table and lay back on the couch. "Where were we?" Harry grins. His lips move to me, but I press a finger to them. He opens his eyes and pouts. As much as I'd absolutely love to have a heated make out session with Harry, I think we're moving way to fast.

"I think we need to slow down." I tell him truthfully. He exhales deeply and nods.

"You're right." He agrees. He scoots a little farther from me on the couch and I feel my heart drop. I know I basically just told him that we shouldn't be moving so quickly, but I didn't want him to move farther away.

I sigh and turn my attention back to the television. The funny thing about all of this is the fact that I would rather stab myself in the eye with a fork than tell Harry not to kiss me. But, I don't want to cling to him either.

I feel strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me towards the other end of the couch. "If we can't make out, the I want to at least be close to you." Harry says lowly in my ear. I feel chill bumps arise on my smooth skin.

We sit in silence for a while. "You know what I just realized?" Harry asks. I look up at him with a raised eyebrow. "We haven't been on a date."

I grin, "Well, you haven't asked me on one." I point out.

"Fine. Paisley, would you do me the exceptional honor of accompanying me on a date?" He smiles, his dimples popping.

"I'd love too."