Butterflies || [Harry Styles fanfiction]

Twenty One

Ciara's POV

Harry did the whole computing thing, and I must say his work was excellent. I stare at him, as he keeps typying the last few codes, and I see how his frown and his narrowed lips start to relax, letting an small smile appear on his face.

''What are you staring at?'' He says with a grin, turning to face me.

''Nothing, the work,'' I point the screen and he arches a brow. ''It's... amazing.''

''Sure.'' He chuckles looking at the screen again and I sigh looking at the clock. 11:06PM. Shit.

''What?'' Harry asks and I look up to meet his eyes. I look at him confused. ''You said shit.''

''Did I?'' I thought I had thought it. He nods with an amused smile on his lips and I sigh. ''I was looking at the time. I should get going.'' I stand up and he quickly stands up.

''I will drive you back to the sorority.'' He doesn't know I don't live in the sorority anymore.

''No it's fine, seriously, it's not that far from here. And I feel like walking.'' I smile and he shakes his head.

''I'm driving you.'' He keeps saying and I roll my eyes.

''Harry is fine, I don't need you to drive me.''

''I want to, so yeah, I'll drive you. I won't drop you right in front of the sorority because I don't want to cause any trouble between Maya and you.'' If he only knew.

''Okay.'' I give in. He will drive me to the house and then I will walk back to the dorms. It's okay.

I grab my jacket and he stands up, grabbing another one. Then he grabs a beanie and my heart flutters. He looks so damn beautiful with that beanie.

I step out of the room, Harry following me as I make my way downstairs. He runs past me, and opens the door with a gently gesture. I give him a huge smile and he kind of blushes. I avoid telling him he blushed because I don't want him to shout and swear.

''Shouldn't you tell Dorotha you're leaving?'' I ask and he arches a brow at me, smiling. ''I'll take that as a no.'' I say looking at the ground and I hear him laughing. He puts his hand on my back, leading me to his car. Is a nice gesture that makes my stomach flutter. What is he doing to me, for god's sake.

I climb into the passenger's seat, while he climbs into the driver's seat, starting the car. I put on the seat belt and smile at Harry.

We don't really talk all the drive to the fraternities road. In less than 10 minutes, he pulls into the frats driveway and stops before arriving to my beloved sorority. I thank him for driving me back, and he gives me a weak smile. That's...all.

He looks confused and he looks like something has been bothering him since we left his house, but I wouldn't risk it asking him what is it. It could be anything, since it's Harry the one we're talking about. I walk toward the house, without looking back. I can hear Harry's car leaving, and when I finally turn to prove my point, he's not longer there. I take a deep breathe and start making my way back to the dorms. It's going to be a beautiful walk of 30 minutes.

...

After 30 minutes walking, I finally arrive to my block. I open my dorm's door and literally, jump into the bed. I'm really tired, so I quickly change into my pajamas and lie on the bed, covering my self with all the blankets I can. Suddenly my phone buzzes, but I'm half sleep, so I ignore it. I can wait until tomorrow.

...

I wake up when my alarm clock rings at 10AM. Every saturday I wake up at 10AM, to go jogging, have a shower and visit Louis' coffee shop. It's not really his, but since he works there, I always go because it doesn't feel different, like everything else. I pick up my phone, and stop the alarm. Suddenly I jump on the bed when I see that I have 10 missed calls from Harry, and 12 messages. I swallow and type his phone number.