One in a Million

Chapter 10

"You're truly an idiot." I grin as Harry gets in my car. The paparazzi stand in front of me, flashing bright lights in my eyes. I honk twice. Most of them move. The rest of them jump back when I lung forward.

"Paisly!" Harry shouts and I turn to him.

"Yes, Harry?" He looks at me as if I'm insane. I drive past all the paps and shrug when he continues to stare at me. "I hate them. So therefore, if they won't move out of my way, then there's no way I'm waiting for them. I'll just run over them. I won't even look back." Harry gives me a bewildered expression.

"I've never been so attracted to anyone before." He utters. I look at him quickly and burst into laughter. He, however, keeps a straight face.

"Harry, you're insane. Oh, and are we taking you back home?" I ask him once my laughter dies down a bit.

"No. I'm staying with you." He declares. I turn off the highway and look at him for a moment.

"Oh, are you now? And, why is that?" I ask, smirking to myself. He sighs and shifts in his seat uncomfortably.

"I miss you when I sleep alone, Pais. I know we're just friends, but I care a lot for you. I've known you for a month and I'm captivated by you." He spills. I pull into the parking lot of my apartment complex. I take the keys out of the ignition and sigh.

I turn my attention to the beautiful boy beside me. So many people would kill to be me right now. Hell, when I was fourteen, I'd kill to be me right now. As I sit here, staring adoringly at the perfect boy in front of me, I realize how much I cared for him. I knew I had feelings for him. Everyone did. But, I thought it was simply infatuation. Clearly, I was wrong.

I'm not in love with Harry, definitely not. But, there's something special about him. "Harry," I sigh. "I miss you too." I finally admit. His dimples cave in as the smile on his face grows.

Harry and I creep into the apartment. Alyssa is passed out on the couch. She's holding a popcorn bowl and her phone is pressed to her ear. I motion for Harry to wait for me in my room. He obliges as I slip the phone from my roommates ear.

Niall Horan, Call Time: 3 hours 57 minutes 48 seconds.

She fell asleep while on the phone with Niall. I smile as I place it back beside her face.

I quietly open the door to my bedroom. As I walk in I notice Harry standing beside my dresser. His back is to me and he's holding something. I grab my clothes and start to walk to the bathroom. "I'm gonna go change."

"Who is this?" Harry asks, turning to face me. I lay my clothes on the bed and walk beside him.

"It's my dad and I." I smile as I slip the picture frame through his fingers. The picture is of us at the beach. My dad is shirtless holding me. My hair looks like a fountain on top of my head. I have pink sunglasses on and a pink bathing suit. I was probably four.

"When, um did you two stop getting along?" Harry hesitates. I put the picture back on top of my dresser. Harry intertwines his fingers with my own.

He lays his forehead on top of mine. "Well, when I was seven was when he started dating again. When I was ten, he started dating Brandi. When I was twelve, we fought daily. And now, here I am, eighteen and trying to ignore my own father." I explain in a whisper. I feel the need to with our close proximity.

Harry doesn't say anything. He only leans down and gently presses his lips to mine. I place my hands on both sides of his faces. His lips move slowly against mine. He pulls away slowly, taking my bottom lip with him and slowly releasing it.

"He missed out on a great human being. It's his loss." Harry whispers, his forehead on mine.

"When did you get- oh. Hi Harry." We both turn out attention to the door, Alyssa standing there.

I step away from Harry and walk to the door. "I thought you were sleeping." I whisper.

She smirks and rolls her eyes. "Well I woke up. I fell asleep on the phone with Niall. But, anyways, continue on. I'll wear my headphones to drown out, ya know, the sounds." She slowly walks out of the room.

"Freebee! Let's take advantage of it." Harry whispers in my ear, snaking his arms around my waist. He kisses my neck and slowly turns me around. His lips ghost over my jaw, and then continue to my collarbone. He pushes me onto my bed and holds himself above me.

Just as he's about to kiss me again, my phone rings. I grunt, pushing Harry off of me in the process. "Hello?" I growl, who the hell calls someone at almost one in the morning?

"Um, hi.." I hear a rather irritated voice speak. This, however, only pisses me off even more.

"If you're going to fucking call me at one am and then get an attitude with me then I'm going to hang up." I snap. I didn't recognize the voice of whoever this was. And, quite frankly, they're pissing me off.

"Woah, calm down, love. It's Liam. I had a question for Haz. Sorry to call so late." Liam. His voice softens and I instantly regret being so rude.

"Oh! Liam, my god. I'm so sorry! Here's Harry." I hand Harry the phone and he shrugs. After he speaks into it his eyes widen and he walks into the bathroom, leaving me alone.

I wonder what's going on. A few minutes later he walks back in with my phone. "Uh, could you take me back to my house?" Harry asks, not making eye contact. I nod and slip my shoes on. I grab my keys and we both walk down to my car.

"Is everything okay?" I ask him as I turn on my turn signal. He only nods and I roll my eyes. He's being distant. I don't want to force him into telling me, so I leave it alone. I pull into his drive way and turn the car off.

"I'm sorry I had to leave so suddenly." Harry turns to me after clicking his seatbelt and releasing it. I give a fake smile and nod.

"Don't worry about it, Harry. It's not a big deal. Call me tomorrow if you get the chance. I have class. So, maybe we can do something after." I tell Harry, with a little less than real enthusiasm in my voice.

He nods, with a smile and leans over the center console and attaches his lips to mine. His lips feel soft and warm and I can't seem to get over just how perfectly our lips move together. Harry takes my bottom lip between his teeth and takes it with him when he pulls away. "See you tomorrow, beautiful." He whispers, and climbs out of the car.

I sit there for a moment, my fingers pressed to my lips. This is surreal. He just called me beautiful. I drove home with a smile plastered on my face.

A/N: OKAY I KNOW THIS CHAPTER SUCKED AND IT WAS KINDA WEIRD TO END IT WHERE I DID BUT IDC. VOTE/COMMENT UM SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT, BUT I LOVE YOU