Mr. Harry Styles

3 Something in between

Harry's apartment and I was outside his door on time. It felt unreal and I had time to change clothes eight times, before I chose to go. Now I stood there in the usual pants, white shirt and a hair that I had spent hours on. It felt like a date, but I knew we were just friends and this wasn't a real date. It was just something between friends and that was all. Maybe I wanted to show him my better self?

"You're really punctual?"

I blushed and I went into his apartment. Couldn't miss that he had lit candles in half the apartment and I noted that it was cleaned everywhere. No date, but both put weight on this meeting?

"Oh, I really like to be in time." I replied hoarsely and smiled at him. Harry closed the door. He was wearing a pair of black tight pants and a white shirt. We both chose white shirts? Fate? I swallowed and I saw how delighted he seemed about that I was there.

"I like people who aren't late."

I chose to take off my jacket. It smelled good throughout the apartment, as if he had taken Perfume everywhere. I followed Harry into his living room. The couch was gray with white furniture. Somehow it was as if I entered an interior design magazine. Everything had its place and I hardly dare to walk around. The walls were filled with art.

"Interior design is my interest, and I change my mind often." I heard him say, as if he understood. "And I have many friends who paints."

I turned around and I looked at him. He stood by the door and he seemed to view every step I took. I didn't know what to say. It felt like I needed to say something, but at the same time the silence wasn't what I wanted.

"I like your home."

A smile appeared on his lips. He took a step into the room, but he didn't released me with his eyes.

"Well, I hope you come here many times in the future."

I nodded. Okay as friends you tend to get along like that? He walked closer to me and his smile was uncertain. It was as if he were waiting for something to happen, but what?

"Niall, I've been looking forward for today."

I swallowed. He gave me mixed messages. Friends or more?

"Me too?"

He laughed a little and I think he blushed.

"I know and I've been thinking about you all week." Our eyes met. "I must admit that I was wrong. You're more than what I had expected."

I had no idea about anything. What was it he wanted to tell me?

"Uh, you mean that I was okay once we hung out this Monday?"

He frowned and he walked up to me. It was only a meter between us and his body was far too close to mine.

"You're not gay?" he whispered hoarsely. I chose to be honest. I mean, what did he demand from me?

"No?"

Harry seemed relieved.

"And yet you find me interesting?"

I swallowed.

"Yes?"

He took a half step toward me and without asking for permission, he began to undo the buttons on my shirt. I wanted to back away, but I was still standing still, for him to do so.

"Niall, you have one rule as you can't break when you with me." he whispered dark. I swallowed and I felt how he pulled off my shirt and it fell to the floor.