Mixed Up // Harry Styles

Thirteen

                                            CHAPTER THIRTEEN

     “I enjoyed tonight,” I tell Aaron when we pull up outside my block of flats just past midnight. “Thank you.”

     “You’re welcome.” He grins back at me leaning over to peck me on the cheek, “Same time next week?”

     “OK,” I nod my head whilst pushing open the car door and stepping out.

     “Night, Aaron.”

     “Night, Holly.”

     I shut the car door and make my way up the path, waving him off as I open up the door and watch him drive off. Rummaging my bag for my door keys, I race up the stairs and towards my flat where I find the door open. Cautiously, I walk in and slip off my shoes I had been wearing for the night and shut the door silently, creeping slowly up the five steps to the hallway.

     “Fliss, are you still here?” I whisper and poke my head into the living room, but nothing.

     I hear a soft rustling coming from the bedroom and I slowly walk towards it, checking my surroundings before pushing the door quietly open to revel a frantically searching Harry sitting on the floor, paper thrown all around him, torn in their top corners.

     “Harry?” I question and move aside some of the papers to sit beside him.

     “Not now,” He growls.

     I ignore his demand. “What are you looking for?”

     “A letter,” He replies not looking at me.

     “I can see that but which one?”

     “From when we were little,” He answers me, now turning his head to look at me.

     “Harry,” I stifle a laugh. “My mum has all those.”

     He sighs, throwing the piece of paper in his hand to the floor and covering his face with his hands. I place the palm of my hand gently on his back, moving it in small circular motions to try calm his temper.

     “Where’s Felicity?”

     “She left when I arrived. I told her I’d look after the flat.”

     He scoots along the floor, and leans his back against the bed, beckoning for me to join him. I crawl over to him and sit silently beside him, leaning my head against his shoulder which he responds to by wrapping his arm around my waist.

     “Holly, I’m sorry about the other night, I-“

     “It’s fine,” I cut him off. “The kiss was a mistake, I understand. I’ve heard it all before.”

     “No,” He begins. “The kiss wasn’t a mistake, it was real. Holly I think I’ve made a mistake.”

     I tug his hand away from my waist and sit up straight, “What are you talking about? You love Mia, how can that be a mistake?”

     “I need time to think,” He says and stands up, reaching his hand out for me to take to pull me up alongside him.

     “Harry, I don’t know-“

     He presses his lips firmly to mine, his hands quickly finding their way to my hips and roaming all over my body. Picking me up, he proceeds over to the bed and lays me down on it, not detaching out lips once. Not until I did first.

     “Harry stop, Stop!” I yell, although muffled by his lips still on mine.

     “Harry, stop it!” I scream further, fear evident in my voice.

     “Holly, I’m-“

     “Leave it. Just go home to Mia.” I demand and sit up on the bed as I watch him walk towards the bedroom door.

     “And Harry,” I call out and he immediately turns on the spot to face me again.

     “Please clear out whatever may be going on in your head, for everyone’s sake, please.”

     He stares at me for a long while before disconnecting our eye contact and fleeing the flat, leaving me with a stomach full of butterflies.