SWEETHEART • H.S

•Eight•

Nina eventually left after continuous fighting and yelling with Harry.

"This is why I wanted to go and stay over at your place. Nina would have never found out"

"Embarrassed of me already Styles?"

He looked up at me like I was the stupidest person on the planet.

"Not the time Natalia"

I just shrugged not understanding why he was so upset.

"You have no idea what you got yourself into. Now she's going to stalk us. She's done the same thing to Kat and I"

"Wait a minute.. she's stalked you and Kat? For how long?"

"Ever since she caught us a few months ago. According to Nina, you heard us fighting that night, is she right?"

He looked over at me and I just looked down at my fingernails like they were the most interesting thing in the world.

"It must have been a shock for you when you realized the chief of police was the one you heard fighting with a crazy woman"

I couldn't help the small laugh that escaped my lips then looked up into those droopy, drunk green eyes.

We had made our way back to his bedroom and he undressed himself down to his boxers but that didn't bother me since I've seen him that way before in my own apartment.

He had given me one of his shirts which was long enough to cover right at my mid thigh and when I tried to leave to sleep on the couch he stopped me so here we are, just staring at each other.

"Sleep here with me"

"No Harry. You're drunk. You'll regret asking me this in the morning when you wake up to see me cuddled against your side"

"Please. Don't leave me alone"

He sounded so small, like a scared child who was abandoned so many times before.

"Just until you fall asleep. Move over"

He slowly moved his way to the left side of the bed while I climbed in on the right and just looked at him.

His big nose standing up as he stared at the ceiling, his eyes a darker green from the alcohol consumption and drooping down with exhaustion, his facial hair gave him a stubble along his sharp jaw, making me want to run the tips of my fingers across it.

He was a very beautiful man.

I grew very sleepy myself and shut my eyes for what felt like a minute but I ended up sleeping along side this beautifully aggravating man in his bed until the next morning.

Harry groaned and I kept my eyes shut just so I could hear his response to me being here.

I couldn't wait for this shît.

I felt the mattress move then his hand hit my face harshly from what I thought to be him stretching and I groaned out in pain as he looked over at me with a shocked expression.

"What the hell?! Why are you in my bed?!"

"You asked me to stay with you last night you dipshît! Fûck! That actually hurt!"

I angrily threw the blankets in his face and stormed out to the bathroom to see if the spot was turning red.

"I don't remember asking such a request! There was a perfectly good couch for you to sleep on and I know just how comfortable it is! I'm the one who bought it!"

"Oh shut the hell up Harry. You asked me. End of story. Damn... that's gonna leave a bruise"

"Let me see"