Butterflies || [Harry Styles fanfiction]

Twenty Three

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''Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeey,'' I hear a slur coming from behind and I turn to find Zayn making his way towards me, a cup on his hand. His eyes are already red and his white shirt has black stains. His hair is messy and so is the rest of his outfit. ''I thought you wouldn't make it!'' He yells putting his arm around my shoulders and bringing me closer to him.

''I didn't know there was a party!'' I yell back with a smile and he frowns.

''Harry didn't tell you?'' He asks confused and I shake my head. ''Ohhhh, I forgot. He didn't know about this either. Where's he?'' He says looking everywhere and I shrug.

''He said he had something to take care of.'' I firmly reply and Zayn licks his lips looking down at me.

''I don't know how can he be apart from you. I'd glue my body to yours!'' He manages to say and I uncomfortably laugh.

''No need to do that.'' I hear Harry say behind me, tapping his foot on the ground as he arches a brow at Zayn. Zayn removes his arm from my shoulders when Harry glares at him and I bit my bottom lip trying not to laugh. ''Zayn, you forgot to tell me you were throwing a party today?'' 

''Yeah. My bad.'' Zayn says in a bitterLY tone and then turns to leave, but before doing so, he leans towards me and starts whispering things to me. All I can understand is ''need to talk.''

When he's finally out of sight I look at Harry, and he's staring at me. My lips part but before I can say anything, Harry grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers. He has an angry frown printed on his fave as he makes his way upstairs making sure I follow every step he takes. Once we're on the top, he lets go of me and starts looking for something, patting his pockets. After a few seconds he takes a silver key and opens one of the doors. He turns on the lights and I find myself back in his room. The last time I was here shit went down.

"I wanted to party.'' I whine and he lets out a little chuckle, grabbing both of my hands with one of his. He looks down at them and sweetly rubs them with his thumb, closing the door with the other hand. 

''Yeah, I'm not in the mood of going to this stupid party.'' He says, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and pulling me closer to him. I rest my head on his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist and he rests his chin on my head.

''What are you in the mood of?'' I mumble on his chest and stays in silence, thinking of an answer. I liked this Harry. I liked being like this with him. I liked when he wasn't trying to be an stupid asshole.

''Just talk, I don't know. I want to know more about you.'' He says pulling away and cupping the sides of my face.

''I think you know the important parts already.'' I smile and he shake his head.

''I want to know the little things. I want to know every detail of you. You may thing they're little details, but I'm sure they're priceless.'' He finishes his speech and walks towards the bed sitting on the edge. ''Are you staying?''

''What do you mean?'' I ask confused.

''Are you like...going to sleep with me?'' I look at the ground and my lips part, but no sound comes out. ''I didn't mean it like 'hey let's have sex'. I meant like, sleep together, in the same bed, but without inappropriate touching or anything. Just sleep.'' He says looking at me with a grin on his face and I laugh at his use of words.

''Inappropriate touching.'' I repeat with a laugh and he arches a brow.

''I can do inappropriate touchings and nasty things if you want me to.'' He spits out bitting his lip and I put a disgusted expression.

''No thank you, I'm fine.'' I reply sitting next to him and he shrugs.

''If you change your mind let me know.''

''Oh, I will.'' I whisper leaning closer to him. He starts to lean closer to me, and I know what he's thinking, but I really am in the mood of teasing. He leans closer and starts closing his eyes, so I stand up and cross my arms, leaning against the wall. Suddenly Harry opens his eyes, and he looks at me and groans, laying down on the bed and covering his face with his hands. ''What were you trying, Styles?''

''Shut up.'' He groans sitting up and looking at the closet in front of his bed. After a few seconds, Harry stands up and walks towards it, and without thinking it twice, he starts unbottoning his shirt, removing it. I stare at his muscles and his tattoos, as Harry gets undressed. Then he removes and folds his jeans, and puts a pair of black sweatpants, turning and catching me.

''Are you staring at me, Roberts?'' He smirks and I look away.

''No I'm not.'' I lie snorting.

''You definitely were.'' He chuckles walking towards me and knealing in front of me. ''What?'' I ask and he smirks.

''Nothing, I was just... looking.'' He smirks bitting his lip.

''Looking at what?''

''You.'' He says standing up and walking towards the closet again. ''I love that dress on you, I really do, but you should wear something more...comfortable.''

''You don't wear comfortable clothes.'' I tease and he points at his pants.

''I am right now, see?''

''I would love to see you without them.'' I tease, imitating his voice and he smirks looking at me and starts removing them. ''I was kidding!'' I yell and he laughs throwing me a big t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants like his.

''Don't play my game, if you don't know how to.'' He says and sits on the bed next to me.

''I need privacy, you know.'' I say pointing at the clothes.

''Do I look like the type of guy that respects privacy?'' He arches a brow and I roll my eyes.

''No.''

''That's what I thought.'' He says laying down on the bed. I stand up and walk towards the bathroom. Then I remove my dress, my tights and wash my face. I fold my clothes and come back to the room. When I open the door Harry is leaning against the doorway. I stumble back but he grabs me before I fall. He looks the door behind me and I look at him confused. ''I share bathroom with Liam, so I have to lock my door so he won't be able to step into this room.'' He clarifies and I nod. I was wondering why did the bathroom have two doors, but I thought it'd be because Harry is just weird and he can't help it.

''So... What do we do now?'' I ask from the bed and Harry closes his eyes and tilts his head back. He runs his hand through his hair, messing it up. 

''Do you know that game called '20 questions'?'' He asks crawling on top of the mattress and making his way over to me. He sits next to me, grabbing my hand and staring right into my eyes. 

''Y-yeah.'' I say looking at his hand brushing mine. ''We've already played it.'' I point out and he nods.

''Yeah, but now I want to come clean. And I want you to do the same.'' He says in a sharp breath and I gulp. Come clean.

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you're probably like 'harry came clean already!!1!'

but he didn't

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