Butterflies || [Harry Styles fanfiction]

Twenty

Ciara's POV

''You were never a fucking toy, Ciara.'' Harry says, his green eyes bruning my skin as he stares at me. He licks his lips, sitting right in front of me, closer than before. My face is inches away from his, his breath fanning my face. ''The first time I saw you, I didn't have the less interest on you, but somehow you caught my attention. Maybe because you were 'reckless', or maybe because you were the first person to trust on me, even though I didn't deserve it. I've always been way too protective over you, and that's why I've been 'hiding' in this fucking house for a whole month. I'm trying to find answers. But the only one that seems to be stuck in my head is the idea of you. Ciara, you've changed my life, I don't even know how. But you've awoken on me feelings that I've never had. You gave me ''butterflies''.'' He says the last word breathless.

He can't be serious. He can't be saying what I think he's saying.

''Harry I-'' I look at him and suddenly I burst into laugher. He looks at me confused and I don't even know why am I laughing. Maybe it's the tension or that I'm pretty nervous right now.

For my surprise Harry joins me and starts laughing.

''That was cheesy, wasn't it?'' He says between chuckles and I shake my head.

''No. Actually it was what I wanted to hear, but we c-'' I say grinning and he covers my mouth with his hand.

''No, no, no. Don't say it.'' He pleads and I nod. Then he starts caressing my bottom lip with his thumb, a smile printed on his face as his eyes stare at my lips. ''How do you...uh... you... well I...''

''You're  stuttering,'' I point out and he laughs, moving his hand away from my lips.

''Fun fact, I slutter when I'm nervous as fuck.''

''So I make you nervous?'' I ask arching a brow.

''Nope, not at all.''

''So what makes you nervous?'' I smirk and he rubs his chin.

''Well Dorotha she makes m-'' He tries to say but a loud voice cuts him off.

''Harry, a man is asking for you on the door. Apparently he has food for you.'' Dorotha yells from outside the room and Harry rolls his eyes.

''Speaking of the devil,'' He mutters and it makes me laugh. ''I'll be right back.'' He says standing up and leaving the room.

I sigh as I look around. What is going on. This guy is literally driving me crazy. When we are alone I swear, everything is different. I forget for a moment about the reality and I love that, because I haven't felt like that in ages. He makes me happy.

Harry steps into the room frowning as he looks at the ticket. I haven't noticed he's wearing sweat pants, and it makes him look really different. He's wearing a hoodie as well, and to be honest, I like this look on him.

''Like what you see?'' I look up to meet his eyes, and a smirk on his face, as he puts the bag on a little night table.

''Nope, not at all.'' I mock his british accent and he starts laughing. I love when he laughs because he has two beautiful dimples that pop up and make him look like a child. It's like a gift seeing him smile, or laugh.

I stand up and walk towards the bed and he stops me.

''Where do you think you are going?'' He puts a fake serious face and I roll my eyes. ''I thought you had said you weren't hungry?'' I don't say anything. I look at him, holding back my smile as he smiles. ''Why are you smiling? I am serious.'' He says smiling and I sigh.

''Okay, I guess I should call Zayn and tell him to pick me up. And we could go and eat something. Maybe a chinese? I really feel like chinese, and I'm 100% sure he likes chinese too.'' I say walking towards the door and suddenly I feel two strong arms around my waist and I start laughing.