Ever Since New York [H.S]

Treat You Like A Gentleman

"Harry." I started out, lost for words, my jaw dropped at the sight of the Indian foods he ordered the two of us. "You are too good to me." I easily pointed out. That much I knew was true. The way Harry treats me is clear to me that any girl would be more than lucky to be treated such way. Knowing that I had the privilege of being treated this way by him made me entirely grateful to have such a gentleman as a close friend. "Thank you, really, thank you, Harry." Came my words again. Tears of joy falling from my eyes as I found myself slipping my arms loosely around Harry's waist as a kind gesture to hug him.

"Ivy, love," came Harry's words as he let out a light chuckle, “don’t cry,” he muttered, letting his own arms wrap securely around my waist as he returned the hug. The night consisted of Harry and I roaming through the main streets of Holmes Chapel, admiring each place that we drove by knowing that each building held its own unique story to tell. I don't recall how many times I thanked Harry but I knew that I had way too many times. Everything seemed so surreal. This wasn't a way that I was used to feeling. Everything with Harry was so easy. I knew that I could tell him things, I could tell him anything, and knew that whether he agreed with me or not he would never judge me or put me down instead he would support my decision regardless of the way he felt. Since having known Harry it's been as through all the weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Before I knew it, the night was almost over and Harry had kindly invited me back to his place for a movie marathon. Neither of us had work the following morning, so, I had no issue in accepting the kind offer that he had provided me with. Harry and I arrived back at his place just before 10;30pm - the horse carriage having dropped us off right outside the front of Harry's house. Due to the fact that we arrived back so late was the best reason as to why it was so dark out, that and the fact that Harry had forgotten to leave his porch light on. As I placed my foot up onto the first small step I felt Harry's hand take a hold on my own causing a warm smile to tug on the corner of my lips as his fingers intertwined with mine. I found myself thankful for the darkness the exact moment my cheeks heated up and began to turn a deep shade of red. Harry's hand was warm and made me feel at home and as if he knew he gave my hand a gentle squeeze. I didn't mind though.

"Come on, love." I heard Harry's husky voice speak his words directly into my ear as if I had fallen into a daydream.

Letting my head tilt back as I glanced up at Harry to see the beautiful man standing before me with his free hand outstretched, holding the door wide open for me, helping me up into the house as I thanked him on his politeness. Harry pulled the door shut behind himself then disappeared off into the kitchen leaving me alone in hallway as I slipped off my shoes by the front door, sliding my arms out of my coat before I hung it up on the coat rack. Knowing what Harry was up to in the kitchen I kept myself busy by scanning over the numerous amounts of photos that were set out on display. I hadn't even realised that I had entered the living room until my eyes landed on the large fireplace that had several photo frames resting along the counter. It being the silver frame with a photo of Harry, Anne and a woman that looked awfully a lot like Harry, that caught my attention.

"That's Gemma." Harry's deep husky voice commented the moment I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist from behind. "My sister. In case you were wondering." He added in before giving me the chance to explain.

"She looks a lot like you." Was all that I could make out.

"Yeah." I heard Harry agree. His head nodded once before he went on to continue. "But I'm the better Styles."

Harry and I settled on watching John Green's film 'The Fault In Our Stars’ together, having already watched Jojo Moyes’ film 'Me Before You'. By this point of time we had managed to polish off two full bowls of popcorn and two cups of tea each along with the hot chocolates that Harry made us the very moment we arrived back at his place. On several occasions throughout both movies I found myself catching a glance of Harry. The sight of him caused a smile to appear on my face. I couldn't help but cuddle deep into his chest, hiding from the embarrassment I felt the moment Harry caught me staring at him for too long.

"You're beautiful, Ivyanna." I heard Harry speak in his soft voice as he reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "I adore you." He informed me. And before I knew it, without even having been given a chance to say anything, I felt Harry's lips pressed firmly against my own. Giving into temptation, I began to move my own lips slowly against his as I kissed back gently. It felt like forever before I felt Harry pull away leaving me craving more of his touch and as if he knew just what I wanted he planted one last kiss against my lips only to pull away once more, ending up pressing his lips to the top of my forehead, leaving me completely breathless and lost for words. I knew that Harry didn't intend to fall asleep on the couch, but seeing as though he was tired and extremely comfortable he was in no position to move anytime soon resulting in him falling asleep with me cuddled up in his arms. I stayed up for over an hour after Harry had already fallen asleep. I was wide awake due to the constant thoughts of Harry that filled my mind, and the butterflies in my stomach. I knew that the way I felt for Harry wasn't a way I had known myself to feel for another ever before. The way that Harry treated me wasn't something that I was used to. It definitely wasn't a way that anyone had treated me before. Harry is too good to be true. I couldn't get enough of him. 

"Yes, Gemma. The two of them look incredibly adorable cuddled up together on the couch." I heard a female's voice speak softly, as if not wanting to wake anyone. "Of course, I'll send you a photo." She spoke again. And it was in that exact moment that a flash went off, that I realised Harry's Mum had spent the night. How had this managed to slip my mind? I felt rather embarrassed that Anne had caught Harry and I sleeping together.