Addiction. (Harry Styles AU)

Chapter Eight.

"So, Francesca.."

"Frankie"

"Yeah whatever, so tell me something about yourself"

"What do you wanna know?"

We're both sat on his bed now, I'm still cross legged against the wall and he's laying down on the right. His head is nearly touching the wall next to me, one arm resting behind his head and the other on his ribs where he's fiddling with a chain and dogtag he has around his neck. He's so tall that his legs hang over the end of the bed and still touch the floor. I'm telling you, he's a fucking BFG!

"Well, start with your family"

"Okay, well my mum's name is Ashley and my dad's name is Pat. I live with my mum and I see my dad whenever I can, mostly on Saturdays if I don't have plans"

"What about siblings? Any brothers or sisters?"

"I was getting to that. I have an older brother, Ryan. But he's moved out now, he's living a few blocks away with his son and fiancé."

That reminds me, I should go visit them soon.

"What about you Styles?"

"My mum's name is Anne, I don't know my dad and I have an older sister, Gemma. What sort of childhood did you have?"

My childhood? Why does he care about my childhood? He's so fucking nosey.

"Nosey aren't ya?"

He just smirks and looks up at me.

"Childhood?"

"My childhood was fine, happy, completely normal. How was yours Mr Nosey pants?"

"You're lying to me Francesca. Why?"

"I'm not lying.."

"What happened that would make you wanna lie about your childhood?"

Why the hell is he so nosey? This is none of his business and I'm certainly not going to make it his business. He doesn't even know me. And even if he did, I'm not that little girl anymore. That's not my life anymore.

"Yano, you can trust me Francesca. I'm not gonna judge you because you had a shitty up bringing"

"How dare you! My name is Frankie and I cannot trust you since I don't even know you! My up bringing was perfectly normal, my mum did a brilliant job and so what if she missed a few important details? She tried her best and she fell in love and everything is perfectly fine now!"

Getting up and off the bed I leave my Pepsi can on the windowsill and storm downstairs to my shoes and bag.

"Wait! Francesca! Where are you going?"

"Home."

Putting my shoes on I realise there's a few tears escaping my eyes.

"Just wait a second.."

He's right in front of me now and his hand come up to the underneath of my chin. He lifts my face up so I'm looking him in eyes and uses his other hand to wipe away the tears on my cheeks.

Shit.

He has the most beautiful emerald eyes I've ever seen. They sparkle, they literally sparkle. It feels like he can see every fault and flaw in my right now yet he keeps looking, he keeps looking right at me despite my clear distress over my past.

He sees me.

Instead of just looking at me, he sees me. He isn't just looking at me and seeing Frankie. He's looking at me and seeing everything, seeing the real me, the me behind my walls that I've spent so many years building up. He's breaking through my walls with his god damn eyes. I need a better security system.

Nobody has ever looked at me this way.

His hands are cupping my face and holding up slightly because of the height difference.

He licks his lips and it's like the entire world is moving in slow motion. His tongue slides out and smooths across his perfectly pink lips. His Adams apple bobs up and then down as he swallows.

His lips are are slightly parted and if I didn't know any better then I'd say he was thinking about kissing me.

But why would this boy want to kiss me?

I'm just little old Frankie. I'm nothing special.

And he's... well, he's everything. He's punk, he's got tattoos and piercings, he breaks the rules, he shouts at teachers and members of staff, he hangs out with the school's well known naughty kids, he probably breaks the law and listens to heavy metal. He brings random girls home and takes them to his room.

How could I have been so foolish?

He wants to get laid.

He brought me here, to his empty house, to his room. For a chat? To get to know me? Of course not. He brought me here to get to know the insides of my knickers. I'm such a fool.

Pulling away from his grip and tearing my coat off the hanger I rip the front door open and run. Run away from this house. Run away from this devilishly hot boy. Just running.

Always running away.