Unpredictable-One Direction Fanfic

4: Kiss me

4: Kiss me

I couldn’t sleep again. After Harry told me he’d keep my secret, I found myself wondering if I could actually trust him. He’s Zayn’s best friend. He couldn’t keep a secret about me from him could he? I started to freak out and pace across the room, ruffling my messy brown curls. I let out a groan, sulking my way to the balcony and let the cool night air take me in. It was cold, colder than a normal summer night in Canada. I rest my arms on the railing and gaze out into the distance. A big corn field was across from the house with a couple of oak trees next to it. I’d like to go across the street one day and lay under it, just to relieve stress from my worries about Amy. I turn around, ripping my gaze from the corn field, I decide maybe I could take a shower. I grab a new pair of underwear, my brush and some sweats with my CANADA pull over sweater. Supporting my country like a boss, I think to myself as I quietly make my way to the bathroom. The light was on? Who could be in there at this time? I hear the toilet flush and the water run from the sink for a bit, then the door opens, revealing Liam’s tired face. Big bags hung under his droopy eyelids and of course, he was shirtless.

“Still up?” he asks and I nod.

“Can’t sleep so, I decided to take a shower. Now, if you wouldn’t mind moving?” I say but he doesn’t listen. “Move.” I whisper and he doesn’t even move one muscle. I roll my eyes and attempt to push him away. He was one strong guy. “Oh. My. God. Move Liam!” I yell, quickly covering my mouth as I hear shuffling in Harry and Louis’ rooms. “Dammit.” I mumble and Liam chuckles.

“What the hell? What on earth are you guys doing up so late?” Louis asks, opening his door a crack. He sounded groggy and he looked just as tired as Liam.

“I wanted to take a shower but, this moron won’t move.” I snap and Louis chuckles, while giving Liam a high five. I glare and lightly slap Liam into his room and onto his bed. “Now go to bed. Oh, and don’t disturb me.” I warn, wagging my index finger at him like a mother would when she scolds her child. They were really like children when they were tired except Louis just looked drunk. I chuckle at my thought of Louis being drunk. That’ll be a sight to see. I walk in to bathroom, flicking on the shower light instead of lighting the whole bathroom. I take one glance around and my eyes light up when I see a shower iPod dock, specially made for playing music in a damp bathroom. I throw my clothes on the counter and sprint to my room, grabbing my iPod with a big smile on my face. I’ve always wanted to use one of these things. Still smiling, I sprint back to the bathroom and instantly plug in my iPod. While Connor Maynard’s “Crew Love” plays, I strip and get into the shower. The hot water was amazing. After washing my hair, I just stand in the shower washing my worries, cares and stress away, soon I hear a knock on the door. I freeze. I grab a towel, turn of the water and wrap the towel around me.

“Yes?” I ask quietly.

“Oh. Sorry Sam. I’ll use the one downstairs.” Someone says from the other side of the door. I  open the door and poke my head through. Harry was standing there in his boxers, his arms crossed and eyes staring down at my towel. “Um. Don’t you want to get dressed?” He whispers and my face heats up. I quickly shut the door and sigh. Shit, that was embarrassing. Grabbing my sweats, I put them on, following my CANADA sweater and I quickly brush my hair. Still brushing my hair, I open the door inviting him in.

“What are you waiting for, Styles?” I ask. He chuckles and turns to the toilet, putting two hands on the sides of his boxers, he starts to slide them down. “Oh my god! You could at least wait till I’m done!” I whisper loudly, covering my eyes as he starts to pull them up again.

“Hurry up and brush your locks then. I need to relieve myself.” He says, taking my hands off my eyes. He stood behind me, staring into my eyes in the reflection of the mirror. I turn around to face him, he was so close again. There was even a lot of room in the bathroom! He didn’t have to be so close.

“Why are you so close to me?” I ask uncomfortably. A sly smirk plasters his face and he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me in closer. Even after hours of sleeping, he smelt amazing. He was ama- No. What the hell was I saying. He’s a complete idiot. He was an idiot for hurting my arm and scaring the shit out of me. He had me locked in his gaze though. His green orbs staring down at me, then my lips. He catches me by surprise when he starts to lean in. Closer and closer and by the time our faces were centimeters apart, I felt his breath tickle my lips.

“Would you mind doing me a favor?” He murmurs and I gulp. What was he doing?! I find myself nodding and he grins cheekily. “Kiss me.” He whispers and I return to my normal self. Pushing him away, I bolt to my room, locking my door as I run out onto the balcony breathing heavily. What the hell was wrong with him?! I just met him! Then he has the nerve to ask me such a question! What made him think I would agree to it?! I pace up and down the balcony, rubbing my temples. Should I yell at him for trying such a thing? Why didn’t I stop him earlier? So many questions were whirling around my head. I decided to get some sleep but, I couldn’t. Harry wouldn’t leave my thoughts. I was afraid that if I fall asleep thinking about him, I’d fall asleep dreaming about him as well. Did Harry like me? The more important question is, did I like him?

A/N: OMG. I would kiss him anyday... what did you think? COMMENT, VOTE, and FAN! Thanks... :)