Aim ➸ Harry Styles.

Chapter 4. ✿

Khloe's pov

After we dance a little bit longer, Harry and I both agreed to leave.

We drove in silence holding each other's hand, just enjoying one and other.

When we arrived at my house harry and I got out of the car and I began walking up the steps to the front porch. I sat down on the little swinging bench and patted the space next to me, signaling Harry to join me. He sat down next to me and placed his hand around my shoulders and I buried my head into his chest, breathing in his minty scent mixed with the musky fragrance of his cologne, he smelled amazing!

"I like it this way, just is two, silence, it feels right." I blurted out not letting my mind process any of the words before saying them.

"Me too, it feels like it’s meant to be" I was relieved that harry didn’t think I was getting on too strong.

After a while holding each other, the cold breeze gave me chills and I began to shiver, when Harry noticed, he took off his blazer and put it around me. At first I felt bad, because it was really cold, I tried to object but he insisted so I gave in.

I felt my eyes getting heavy and as soon as I was about to drift off to sleep, Harry lifted my head to face him and pecked my lips.

‘You look tired, you better get inside and get some sleep’ he said.

‘You’re right, here is your jacket, thanks again’ I said getting up and giving him back hi jacket. I made my way to the, Harry always behind me.

‘Good night beautiful, I’ll text you tomorrow’ he said

‘Good night to you to.’ I said, standing on my toes and pecking his cheek.

As I got inside my brother, Kyle was in the kitchen having his midnight snack.

‘Well, you look nice, where did you go?’ he asked.

‘I went to the dinner dance at the ball room with Harry’ I said, Kyle and I were pretty close and I could open up to him.

‘Harry? Tall? Curly hair?’ he asked putting on his thinking face.

‘Yep, That’s him’ I replied, ‘I’m really tired, so I’m just going to head up stairs, night, night Kyle’

‘Night, night, Khloe’ he said, getting up from the stool and turning off the kitchen lights.

Kyle was 2 years older than me, we were pretty close and I always went to him for advice. Since my mother died 5 years ago, he has been my rock. My dad worked a lot, so he was barely home and I couldn’t talk to him that much.

When I got to my room, the first thing I did was to take off my dress and pull my hair back. I put on some pajamas, took off my make-up and jumped into bed. At first I couldn’t sleep, I kept thinking and thinking about Harry, of course, and when I was finally going to sleep; my phone woke me up again. It was a text from Harry.

Good night, gorgeous, sleep tight. H. xx