The next morning I wake up in the middle of the night, dripping in sweat and my head dangling off the bed.
I push the blanket off my body so I could cool down. I search for a hair bubble but fail to find one. I get out of the bed and make my way to the bathroom. I open the cabinet to only find a few things. A toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, face wash but no hair bubbles.
I sigh and just strip my clothes. I lock the bathroom door securely. I grab one of the white towels and jump into the shower. The pressure of the water on my body calms my muscles and nerves, washing away all the glistening sweat.
After a few minutes of washing myself I take a step out of the water. I grab the white towel and wrap it around my body tightly.
I jump as I hear a sound from the room. A man. Talking about...the weather?
I slowly push open the door to reveal Harry skimming through the channels on the small flat screen tv stuck on the wall.
'It you could leave, it would be appreciated' I mumble.
His head spins around to face me. He smiles 'good morning' he says.
Can he not see that I am practically naked? He stands up and walks towards me. I take a step back and collide with the wall behind me. There was no escape. 'Harry please' I whisper but he doesn't hear.
He was only inches away from my lips when he says 'I've brought you breakfast' he smirks 'and stop pouting, you look too cute, I might just kiss you'
I blush and look away. Not only because of what he said but because I may have wanted him to kiss me. I shake me head at the stupid thought.
'So can you leave?' I say moving my arms around referring to my towel that's gripping my slightly wet body.
'You can change I won't look' he smirks. I sigh and grab the smooth dress from the cupboard.
I quickly skid into the bathroom and shut the door.
I hear footsteps rush towards the door.
'Thats not quite fair' he whines.
I just laugh and quickly pull on my clothes.
After a few seconds I exit the bathroom.
I sit on the bed quietly and stare at the back of Harry's head.
My hand reaches forward towards his caramel long curls and I don't stop myself.
He turns his head around, smiles and then turns back to the tv.
I quickly pull my hand away, realising how stupid the gesture was.
After a few minutes of silence I decide to talk.
'So what? Are you going to keep me here forever?' I ask.
He turns his head around and shakes it causing his smile to drop.
'Of course not' he says.
'So what do you plan on doing now?' I ask.
He looks down and then towards me 'I...I don't think you want to know' he whispers.
I gasp, not knowing what he actually means.
'Harry...what?' I say.
He sighs and puts his warm hand over my shaky hands.
He then quietly says 'We're going to kill Niall'
(Sorry about the cliffhanger, I love you all :) thanks for all the support x I'm updating early today because it's my birthday party so I wouldn't have been able to update later on so I hope you like this chapter, love you all)
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Regrets (Harry Styles Fanfiction)
FanfictionWhen Harry's best friend Niall decides to destroy their friendship, Harry is forced to go against the one he loves. Harry doesn't date. But Megan doesn't want anything else, she wants someone who can take care of her, her whole life. What if that so...