Butterflies || [Harry Styles fanfiction]

Twenty four

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"I really want to go downstairs and get a drink." I blurt out trying to jump off the bed, but Harry's arm wraps around my waist, pulling me back till I'm sitting on his lap.

"Just listen to me." He begs putting a lock of hair behind my ear.

"Harry whatever you think I need to know can wait. Tonight was a good night, I had fun and I don't want to end it shouting at you or viceversa." I mumble, moving back and sitting on the mattress, across from him.

"I want you to know it from me, goddamit!" He yells desperate and I arche a brow. "I mean, I don't want people to fill your head with lies and brain-wash you."

"I guess I'm clever enough to know when someone's lying to me, don't you think?" I bit back and he sighs.

"That's not what I meant, C-" He starts saying but I cut him off.

"I'm really tired, I think I should leave and go back to my dorm. Thanks for tonight, it was fun." I say picking up my stuff while Harry leans against the door.

"I thought you were trying to avoid this." He says pointing back and forth between us. I give him a confused look and he explains himself. "The fight, of course."

"I tried. I tried to avoid a lot of things, but when it comes to you it seems like I can't do it. Now, "I say pointing to the door. "I'd love to go." I climb off the bed and he follows me.

"Aren't you going to stay?" He says walking towards me and I shake my head. "Ciara..."

"Harry..." I mock his voice and he chuckles wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He leans down, his forehead touching mine. I tilt my head causing my lips to meet with Harry's. He grabs my hips, pushing me against the wall, making our kiss more... Deep. I put one of my hands on his chest and the other one on the back of his neck. Suddenly I feel his arms lifting me off the floor and I smile against his lips.

I hate this, and at the same time I love it. I want to be mad at him. I don't even know why. I just want to stop feeling like this. He has me wrapped around his finger; he's making me weaker, but at the same time it's not a bad feeling.

"I thought you were mad at me." He says carrying me towards the bed.

"I'm never really mad at you." I whisper pulling away and he chuckles.

"You owe me a veredict, remember?" He says with a smile and I tilt my head. He sits on the bed, and I sit on top of him, my legs resting on either side of his body. Harry looks down and then at me again, and his arms round my waist. "So?" Me mumbles, his breathe fanning my face. I lean down and crash my lips against his. Harry moans against my lips and I part them, allowing his tongue to slip inside. I run my hands down his torso, until I reach his pants. I bit his lip and pull away laughing and he frowns. "Stop teasing me." He groans and I keep laughing.

"I think I'm going to say yes." I say staring at Harry's lips. He licks them, trying to turn me on. It works, though.

"You don't know about my past, are you sure?" He says in a serious tone and I shrug.

"Everyone has a dark past. Past is past, I guess."

"What if it involves you? Somehow?" He says staring right into my eyes.

"We will get over it." I say confused, putting an small smile.

"What are you doing to me? I mean you're just a girl." Harry says, giving me a little kiss on the lips.

"What do you mean?" I arche a brow.

"I didn't mean to offend you." He shakes his head with a big smile.

"Yeah, we have to work on your mind and thoughts... Someday." I shrug and he lies down bringing me down with him. He puts an arm around me, pulling me closer to him. I bury my face on his chest, and he rubs my cheek sweetly.

"So we are a thing now?" He breaks the silence with a sleepy voice.

"Hmmm." I mumble against his chest and he looks at me.

"I still have to tell you what I wanted to tell you... Ciara..." He says and I sigh.

"You want to come clean, got it." I roll my eyes and he sighs again.

"Yes, I want to."

"Well, you can do it tomorrow." I say closing my eyes slowly. "Good night, Styles."

...

''I will tell her today.'' I hear someone mumbling. I open my eyes slowly to see Harry on the room's door.

''You'd better do it, or I will.'' I hear a soft voice reply and I swear it sounds like Louis.

''Fuck off, Louis.'' Harry groans. '' None of you, guys, have any right to tell her.''

''Harry, I don't like to see her and have to give her a little smile knowing this shit. Dude, you're always fucking shit up!'' Louis yells and Harry makes a low 'sshh' to silence him. ''What?'' He says with, lowering his voice.

''People are sleeping.'' Harry mumbles and I hear Louis sigh.

''Sure Harry, whatever. But you're telling her or we will. I think you've had time.''

''Who's pushing this? Zayn? Niall? Liam? They just want to get in her pants.'' Harry mumbles harshly.

''The only one who wants to get in her pants, is you, mate.'' Louis replies in a chuckle and I hear a slam. ''Harry, put me down.''

''Fuck you. You don't anything. Fuck you, Louis. Fuck all of you. I don't need you. Fuck off.'' Harry says stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. I pretend to be asleep, so I close my eyes again, a little tear running down my cheek. I feel Harry's weight, as he lies down next to me, wrapping his arm around my waist, and burying his face in my hair.

I wait for 30 minutes, and then I check my clock. It's 9AM, and I really want to leave. All the things Louis said, and all the times Harry repeated last night about 'coming clean', make sense to me now. He was using me. Like one of his dolls. He invented that he was kicked out of his house. He has such a damn twisted mind, and he's doing fucked up things just to have sex with someone. That's sick. He's sick. And if I don't leave right now, I'll get sick too.

When I hear him snoring, I grab his arm softly and put it on the bed, as I climb off it. I change into my clothes and fold Harry's, leaving them in the side of the bed where I slept. I don't want to put my heels again, but I do it anyway. I step out of the room, closing the door slowly behind me.

''Ciara?'' I hear a voice behind me and I turn to find Niall. ''What are you doing here?'' He asks looking at me from head to toe. He frowns looking at Harry's door. ''Oh, God.''

''It's not what you think!'' I exclaim and he arches a brow.

''I'd love to hear the story. Are you up for a coffee?'' He asks rubbing the back of his neck and I shake my head.

''I'm not in the mood, I'm sorry Niall. I have to go to my dorm, have a shower and do homework...'' I trail off and he tilts his head.

''Are you up for pizza and ice cream? You look upset.'' He mumbles too and I shrug.

''I'm always up for that, I guess.'' I let out an small laugh and he smiles.

''Perfect, let's go.'' He says turning on his heels and walking away.

''Where are you going?'' I ask looking at him and he smiles.

''I'll drive you to your place and then, we'll go somewhereeeee.'' He chants and I follow him downstairs. Maybe Niall is the getaway I needed.

Maybe he's the one who's will help me with all of this. My head is a mess. My feelings are a mess.

Everything that involves Harry and I, is a damn mess.