ambivalent | hes

9

I had always been the reserved type, but when I was with Harry, I felt as if I could be more open, despite not knowing him for a while.

It had been two weeks since my doctors appointment and Harry and I decided to go to the movies.

When we reached the ticket booth, Harry, before denying my multiple attempts to pay for my own ticket, handed the worker a 20 dollar bill.

The horror movie was in theater 8 and we found seats in an empty row at the top of the array of chairs.

"If you get scared, you can hold my hand." Harry offered, half jokingly.

"Pfft, I'm not afraid of scary movies." I replied confidently.

Which was a complete lie. The movie terrified me and I squeezed Harry's hand so hard I practically broke it.

He'd laugh softly every time I'd jump or gasp.

"You're cute when you're frightened." He said with a small smile.

"We are never seeing another horror film again." I answered as my pulse increased, not from the disturbing events being displayed on the screen, well sort of from that, but from his comment.

When the movie ended, we went to Harry's house. He lived on his own in a cozy little home two blocks away from mine. Harry motioned for me to accompany him on the couch. I sat a few inches away from him. He surprised me when he closed the distance between us, wrapping his arm around me. I hoped he couldn't hear my heart pounding in my chest.

Many males had treated me this way in the past, but they had never received this kind of response from me. Harry was different. He was sweet yet intimidating, his tall, lean figure causing some to be frightened by him. But if you look beyond that, he was nothing as he seemed on outside. That is in the time I had known him, which had only been a little over a month.

His deep chuckle broke me from my thoughts. Something he found rather amusing occurred on the television, bringing out his dimples. The event brought a small smile to my face. I loved it when the indents made an appearance. It had been something I've noticed in the time that I've known him. His dimples. The cute, little indents that occasionally popped out when he found something funny or just simply smiled. I found them alluring, being one of my favorite features that came with getting to know him. But then you had his deep, green eyes that would make me weak when he winked or his curly locks that I pondered about running my hands through. His strong arms that made me feel so protected when he wrapped them around me. I guess it was safe to say at this point that Harry was attractive. You couldn't help but glance at him if he was in the same room as you, if only for a second.

After approximately 10 minutes, the comforting sound of rain sounded on the roof. Harry turned off the tv and I turned my gaze on him, confused.

"Do you like the rain?" He asked me.

"Yeah, I guess so. Why?"

He didn't respond, instead he took my hand in his and led me outside. He began to descend down the porch steps, but I stopped.

"Harry."

"Come on, love. It'll be fun."

He didn't quite convince me. Since I wouldn't budge, he grabbed me around the waist and carried me down the stairs.

"Harry, stop!" I pleaded, giggling at his sudden child-like behavior.

He set me down in the grass of his front yard and he chuckled as the rain drizzled down on me.

"I'm gonna hurt you, Styles." I threatened.

"You have to catch me first." He teased before jogging off down the street in the opposite direction.

I started after him. His longer legs had an advantage over my slightly shorter ones. I couldn't catch up to him. He stopped suddenly, turning around. I didn't have time to contain myself before I literally ran into his arms.

We both laughed as I said,

"I've got you."

"I'm all yours, love." He replied, smiling at me.

Everything went silent as we stood there, holding each other. No one spoke, instead the only communication being made through eye contact. His eyes seemed to glow, even in the dark night, as they stared into mine. Our eye contact was broken as mine found there way to his soft, plump lips. I wanted to kiss him, badly, but I was too afraid to make a move. My hands found their way into his soft curls as he rested his on my cheeks.

"You're so beautiful." He told me before he pressed his warm, soft lips to mine.

The rain poured down on us as we stood there in the middle of the night, kissing. It almost seemed surreal, like I was dreaming. A street light illuminated us, and people passing by probably thought we were rebellious teens sneaking out late at night, disregarding our parents rules. But to me, it was only Harry and I.

He was the first to pull away. A grin was plastered on his adorable face.

"Stay with me tonight?" Which was more of a demand than a question.

"Okay." I responded.

—

I peeled out of my wet clothes and stepped into the warm shower. Memories of the earlier events flooded my mind. His soft lips against mine. How he gently placed his hands on my cheeks. A smile krept upon my face. The kiss was absolutely amazing, better than any I've had in the past.

Once I was cleaned up, I dried off, then dressed in the clothes Harry had allowed me to borrow for the night. He lent me a pair of his boxers and a black t shirt.

Harry was sitting on his bed when I entered his room. A pair of gray sweats hung low on his hips and he smiled when he saw me.

"You look great in my clothes."

"Thanks." I said as I walked to the opposite side of his bed.

I lied down, pulling the blanket over my torso. I faced Harry, and he smiled, moving closer to me. A strong arm snaked its way around my waist after pushing loose strands of wet hair out of my face.

"Are you comfortable?" He asked.

I smiled. "Yea."

"Good." He said.

I rested my head on his chest, closing my eyes. He ran his fingers through my hair, soothing me as I began to slip away into a deep sleep.

"Goodnight, Harry." I whispered.

"Night, Lyla." He answered.

That was the last thing I heard before I drifted off.