Midnight Memories: A Harry Styles Fanfiction (temporally discontinued)

Chapter Four: Nine in the Afternoon

The night Harry arrived was surprisingly warm. I had just finished up eating dinner and decided to watch some television. I curled up on my small, leather sofa and flipped on the tv. Twilight was playing. It made me think of him. Everything made me think of Harry. The white snow, Harry. The dirty dishes, Harry. Bella Swan, Harry. I tried and tried but my mind refused to stop. Refused to let my thoughts of him rest. My mind insisted on creating fantasies with Harry and I was too tired to fight it. My mind drifted to wild, romantic places and I drifted off too sleep.
DINGGGGG!
I jumped up from the couch and immediately looked at the time. It was nine o'clock pm.
BEEP BEEP!
My phone alerted me of an incoming text. I picked up my phone and saw that it was from Harry. He was outside my door.
"SHIT!" I said out loud. My house was a complete an utter disaster! Clothes dangled from my counter, dirty dishes filled up my sink, and not mention but I looked like an ogre!
My makeup had been smeared to one side of my face and my hair looked as if birds were nesting in it!
To say this night was starting off a disaster, was an understatement. This night was a complete TRAIN WRECK! AND IT HADN'T EVEN STARTED YET!
I quickly texted Harry saying I'd be out in a minute and started frantically organizing my house. I was like a tornado. Quick and determined. I threw all the dishes into the dishwasher with a frenzy. I tossed all my clothes into my bedroom. I slammed a hat on top of my head and aggressively wiped off all my makeup.
"Breathe." I told myself before opening the door and welcoming Harry to my home.
"Hey!" I said, excitedly.
"I've missed you!" Harry cried as he warmly embraced me.
My heart began to pound. Hugging him was like hugging the clouds. Soft and kind.
"Make your self at home!" I said gesturing to my tiny apartment.
Harry took a seat on the same leather sofa I had just been sleeping on.
"I got this for the occasion." I spoke, smiling as I pulled out a bottle of wine.
"Ooo! Yummy!" Harry said playfully.
I sat next to him and we began to talk.
We laughed and drank and ate and kept each other company for hours, until about two am.
I got up from the sofa to refill my wine glass. When I returned to the sofa I saw that Harry's eyes were closed.
He was asleep.
I let out a little giggle before sitting back down.
I looked at his face. He looked so peaceful. I caught myself reaching out to him. Trying to touch him.
"Stop," I said to myself, but my hand wouldn't listen.
I caressed his hair and face lightly. The touch of his skin made me shiver.
He's flawless.
I stood up.
"What am I doing?" I thought.
I leaned over him.
"Sit back down."
No matter what I told myself, my body did the exact opposite. I leaned down and kissed his forehead.
The moment my lips touched his head, I felt Harry's body shift.
A wave of panic overcame me.
I pulled away and saw Harry, lying on my sofa, with his eyes open...staring at me.
I froze with fear and embarrassment.
"Shit."