Forever (Originally a Tumblr fanfic)

Chapter 17

My P.O.V:

The heat and passion from the kiss was enough. I pulled away. “Harry, I thought we were only friends,” I asked, looking at the ground. “I want to be more.” He said looking me dead in the eye. “I don’t know Harry, everything’s to fast.” I shook my head violently. He sighed. “Well, okay. But whenever your comfortable…” I smiled. “Yea, I know. Thanks for understanding, Haz.” I pecked his cheek. He gave a wide grin. I rolled my eyes and snuggled close to finish the movie. After the movie was done, me nor Harry were tired. “Where did I sleep?” I asked him, needing to get ready for bed. “Actually, you slept with me. WAIT, not in the dirty way…” He blushed crimson red and looked at the ground biting his lip. I giggled and pulled my hair up. He brushed a piece I missed behind my ear. “Oh okay..” I said. We both went to his room, and I started to brush my teeth. “Mind if I take a shower?” I asked, remembering my “dream”. “Of course not, it is your room too,” He reminded me. I walked over to the shower to turn it on. I turned around to see Harry right behind me, intimately. I backed up out of surprise and slipped in the shower. He started laughing. I wanted to cry. “NOT FUNNY!” I yelled, and ran out of the room soaking wet. Ugh. Why was he so immature? That was rude. I hated him at the moment. I started crying. All that has happened was to much for me to handle. He came outside, and he was wet too, from head to toe. I wiped my eyes and said, “Why are you wet?” “Because I felt bad, so I made it even.” He said, looking a bit upset. “Yeah, we aren’t even. I will get you back for that, Styles.” I said, pointing a finger at him. “Deal.” He walked toward me, and gave me a embracing hug. I just went along with it, as I really needed one. He stroked my hair. “Don’t worry, everything will turn out fine.” I pulled away and looked him in the eyes. “If you say so…” And I walked away.

Harry’s P.O.V:

I needed to stop letting her get away like that. She walked back into the house and yelled behind her, “I’m taking a shower!” I sighed. I missed her. She has changed since the accident. She doesn’t seem as much like herself. She used to kiss me for fun, and we were just friends. She would kiss me constantly, even though we weren’t an item. She never cared what people thought about her. I sighed and walked back inside. Louis was sitting on the couch, as were the rest of the boys. “Harry, she’s in the shower, and told us to tell you that when you got inside to go see her,” I looked around. I walked to my room and then into the bathroom. I knocked on the door. “You wanted me?” I said. “Yeah, come in.” The shower was off. I walked in and she was there in her towel crying. “What’s wrong?” I rushed towards her and held her. “Why did this happen?” She asked. I shrugged disappointed. “Life’s kinda mysterious that way.” I said. She looked at me with puffy eyes. “Thank god I know you, or I wouldn’t be here right now,” She said, playing with my hair. I laughed. “I agree. Thank God I met you, you wonderful human being,” I said. She smiled, but it trailed off when we met eyes. The electricity was there, just like it was when we were just friends and before the accident.

My P.O.V:

If I wanted to, I could lean in and kiss him. And he would enjoy it. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I felt the need of him. But I knew that was stupid. So instead, I broke contact and walked back in to the bedroom. I started to change. He was in the doorway watching me. What was the point of making him leave? I was his room, and he had probably even helped me change when I was in a coma at the hospital. I could see him looking me up and down. “What are you staring at, Styles?” I asked, winking. He chuckled to himself, and then sighed. After I was done, he came up behind me and grabbed my waist. “Please try to remember,” He whispered. We laid on the bed, cuddling a bit, but as friends. I looked at him. WHY YOU SO PERFECT?! I thought to myself. I wanted to scream, “I want you. I NEED you. NOW.” Why couldn’t I? Maybe I felt wrong because I dreamed that we had children, and that can probably really screw someone up.. But instead of me having to make the first move, he did. He pulled me on top of him, and I looked at him and said, “What am I supposed to remember, again?” I smiled, and kissed him.