Impulse ➳ h.s. (On hold)

09. Non

Jane's POV

Does he do that often? Does he just let random girls cry to him about what makes them unhappy? Is this a way to lure them into trusting him just so he can get something in return?

Of course not. He can get any sane woman to undress with a look.

I sit at the café he brought me to yesterday with chamomile tea as my companion wondering about his divine actions. I guess I found something, well someone, new to occupy my thoughts. Which isn't totally a bad thing.

I laid awake last night just reliving the moment when he held me tight. The warmth I felt was incredulous. I make sure to only keep that portion on replay and not take into deep thought the rest.

And then after how he told me about Tracy and Calum and their devious romantic plan to be able to be near each other made my head swirl while all he described it as was, here I quote, "creepy and obsessive".

After a long thorough conversation with Tracy and Calum I fully agreed that it would be okay for Harry to be my suitemate. I'm going to be around him a lot, which means I have to decide what rules to set without sounding prissy and how to keep a healthy... I guess, friendship with him.

It's only been a day and the guy had the balls to leave the seat on the toilet up. Wonder what other horrible habits I'll have to break.

By four forty-seven I finish my tea along with a list of rules that are to be followed and start heading back to the boring house hold I attend.

I have nothing to do there for another two days until all my utilities arrive. And a couple of days until dreary high school begins.

I pick up the game of "Don't step on the crack" when I am a few feet away from the entrance and all too soon it ends. Ms. Hastings greets me with a combination of a gap toothed smile and an upraised eyebrow at the desk catching on to my childish game.

I look down slightly ashamed of being caught in the act.

"Oh wait stop the door!" I exclaim at whoever is headed up in the elevator.

Harry's POV

"Let me be the one to lift your heart up and save your life..." I think of a line to write down for a new song. Would it seem to cocky? Well all it really means is that I would like to be the one to do it, so it's more like asking permission right...

It's been a while since I've written a song. It's usually been Luke who writes in the band. We normally just pitch a couple of ideas and he elaborates from then on. It's worked out perfectly so far, but now I happen to have someone who inspires me.

"Oh wait stop the door!" I hear a familiar voice call out.

I place my hand right before the lift closes and allow a braided hair beauty accompany me on the ride to the rooms.

"Hello gorgeous." I smile at Jane.

"Hey handsome." she looks down at her shoes and chuckles.

Her actions intoxicate me with a feeling I find simply overwhelming. I can't place my finger on what exactly that feeling is... maybe a little horny. Who knows I'm a guy, so yes probably.

"What have you been up to today?" I place my phone back in my pocket.

"I-uh went back to the café and sat there devising a plan to ruin your senior year residency at this building." her eyebrows move up and down in a mischievous way.

I know she still feels weird about the incident yesterday, but I don't want her to feel bad about revealing something if it helped her. I've never been there for a girl this way and I'm not sure what the correct moves are so I'm hoping to take this slow and easy so I won't mess anything up.

"And how will that be done?" The lift bell dings signaling we are on the second floor so we exit.

"Well hon I've come up with rules. A shitload of rules you must follow if this roomie situation is going to work out."

"Woah, miss potty mouth. Rules? Really?" I frown.

"Oh please, you are British! That was not anything new." she laughs.

"That is a total stereotype! You see what shows have done to the American youth? They make British people out to be total arseholes who's only vocabulary is limited to cursing." I rant on to her.

"Oooh-kay." she giggles taking out her key to unlock the door to her room.

"Nuh-uh."

"What?"

"Well someone has to ruin my senior year of residency at this building by setting rules, right? So come tell me what they are." I smirk nodding my head in the direction of my door.

She seems a little hesitant before she answers.

"But of course Styles." We step into my room.

"You are the first girl I've been stuck with to even dare set any type of regulations." I state while taking of my leather jacket and opening my closet to throw it in.

"Mhmm."

She sounds distracted...

I turn around and see her sat on the edge of my bed reading through the white notebook that contains songs of the band.

I take a seat on my bed and rest my head on the headboard, opposite of her. Watching Jane read aloud the lyrics to "Try Hard" amuses me. The way her matted red lips curve into a smile at the parts she obviously enjoys and how her finger delicately follows each word as if to physically feel something from it.

"That is really, really good. Who wrote it?" I snap out of my momentary analyzation.

"The boys and I." I simply state.

"The boys and I?" She questions.

Oh yeah, I forgot she doesn't know about the band.

"I'm in a band called '5 Second of Summer'. It's Calum, Me, Michael, Luke, and Ashton. You've met Calum already and when they get here in a couple of days I'll introduce you to the others."

"Of fucking course!" her voice is drastically higher.

"What?" I laugh at her exclamation.

"You're already this really good looking guy, and you seem caring, and you're British, now you write songs in a band? What is your deal?" She throws her hands up in exaggeration.

"'Good looking guy huh?" my fingers comb through my hair.

"That's all you got out of that Harry?"

"Pretty much..."

"Whatever, play a song. Yeah?"

"Oh, no, no, no." I shake my finger at her.

"Please."

"Non."

"You did not just deny me in French."

This is the first time I see her not showing any sign of sadness. Her taunting looks send me over the edge.

"But I think I did... what are you going to do about it?" I challenge her while inching closer.

"I think... I might just... have to-"

I cut her off by closing the space between us and pressing my lips onto hers.

What it do bugawoo?

So wow chapter 9 and Harry is already making the move. #smh How do you think Jane will react?

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