Before the Factor

Females

"How was New York?" I ask as I twist one of his curls on my finger, twirling and twirling and twirling.

"It was great, like always, so big." His voice rasps wonderfully, eyes closed against the morning light filtering through the curtains.

"Mmmm." I say, falling back asleep slowly. We lay on his bed, snuggled together under the blankets as we hide from the day. He has nothing planned and I can't face everyone with my eye like this.

"Mia." There was something in the way he said my name. It was magical and beautiful. It never led me to believe he could care for anyone but me. "How's your eye, love?" He says as he strokes my face gently.

His eyes are gentle and a bit sad, that much I can tell. But, oh, he sure does look beautiful. My eye throbs and right arm is falling asleep but I don't care, as long as I'm with him it'll be alright. "It's okay, I guess." I say slowly. He smiles and sits up, pajama shirt rumpled and halfway up his stomach. My cheeks flush and I look under the covers to find myself the same way. As quick as I can I fix it and find him watching me. "What?" I say a bit defensively.

He chuckles and runs fingers through those matted curls, "It's always a surprise with you. Sometimes I think I have you all figured out," he leans close to me, nose almost touching mine and sweet breath enveloping me. "But then you get all shy and blushy with me and-"

"Blushy isn't a word, Styles." I mutter and he shakes his head, a big grin on his face.

"I'm trying to create a moment here, if you don't mind." He says cockily and sits up.

"Fine." I look away and watch the wall.

He laughs, "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted." He points a look at me. "You're a puzzle I can't figure out. We sleep together, kiss with such passion, and yet here you are, almost afraid to touch me." He shakes his head, curls bouncing as he licks his lips, eyebrows furrowed. "And I hope you're not mistaking this for complaining, you're modesty is breathtaking, but Mia-" he stops and rubs his eyes, frustrated.

I place my hand on his back, circling his mole in between his shoulder blades, "It's because I'm scared." I practically whisper.

He looks up so suddenly it scares me, green eyes shining. "Why on earth would you be afraid, Mia?" He asks. How could I explain? This irrational fear that I have that this is all in my imagination, that any minute I will wake up in my bed and have to go back to my life. No, that's not what I'm afraid of. What deeply, truly, terrifies me is that he will leave. Find someone better, prettier, more talented than me. And I know how shallow and prideful this might sound but, God, these things terrify my in the dead of night.

I shake my head and jump out of bed, practically running for the bathroom. "Mia!" Harry yells and runs after me, taking my arm in his hand and turning me to him.

"What if you leave?" I choke out, tears threatening to fall.

Confusion takes over his features, eyebrows furrowed, eyes blazing. "What?" He says

My tears make him blurry, falling onto my shirt and dropping to the floor. "Look at me, Harry. Look at me and tell me you haven't seen women ten times more beautiful than me, stronger and more talented. Tell me that you haven't thought of someone better, make me believe." Im sobbing. I'm ridiculous, this is the silliest outburst I've ever had. He just stares at me, gorgeous, standing there like a gift from the heavens. He doesn't say a thing, I don't either. "Say something." I say and wipe at my face furiously, fed up with myself. He doesn't speak, so I make my way out of the bathroom, floorboards creaking under my feet.

I make it halfway to the door before he swings me back, hand on my forearm and fire burning in his eyes. He still doesn't say anything, just looks at me like I'm some animal he's never seen before. Words almost leave my lips, but he smashes me with his own before I can speak.

The world leaves us then, it's just us and this. He's perfect and I'm so lost, the match that no one could ever imagine. His lips leave mine and dance slowly down my neck, mesmerizing me in their ballet. He stops at my collar bone, playing with my music note necklace. "I don't care what you think anymore." He says into my neck, suddenly still. He holds me upright, hands around my waist, my knees too weak to hold myself up. " I don't care if you think you're the dumbest girl on this earth, I don't care if you think you're hideous." He looks me in the eyes, so passionate and sure. "You are mine, Amelia. You are linked to me and I-" he stops and stares at the ceiling for several seconds, not wanting me to see his potential tears. I touch his chest, his birds barely visible. His eyes find mine again, so shockingly green and glorious. "I hate you for hating yourself. You," he cups my cheek softly, I cover it with my own. "You're so wonderful, Mia. You, you amaze me in everything you do." He smiles sweetly at me and warmth fills my entire being. "And there might be women that are crazily beautiful but have bad breath, another with huge-" he stops and smirks at my disapproving look, but continues after I smile too. "But no other female will compare to you. No one will matter, but you."

I sigh, my hands wiping away the remaining tears but taking care with my eye. "Well you got your moment I suppose."

He kisses me again and I feel like I'm flying.