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Sorry for the typos but, who is proud of me? I am!! It hasn't taken so long to update and things will get pretty interesting after this chapter... Love you all xxx
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The light shines through the enormous window and, for a moment, I had forgotten where I was. His gentle touch against my skin made me feel safe. I've never felt something like this before. It is almost as if I've known him for years, as if he was already part of my life, yet we've only known each other for several weeks. He caresses his fingers up and down my arm, so gently that if the golden light of the sun hadn't meet with the transparent crystal and then into my pale skin, I would have never woken up.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" Harry asks silently into my neck, his warm breath hitting my skin.

"No, it's okay." I whisper back, not bothering to open my eyes. I don't know why or how, I just feel as if I can actually trust him to the point of being in the same bed as him without even opening my eyes. I know he has slept with thousands of girls and that waking up next to me isn't something special but, for me, this is a great improvement. If this had happened just a few months ago I'm sure I would have had a panic attack.

As his long fingers trailed down and up my arm, I could feel goosebumps on my skin. Even though I can't see him, I know he has that stupid grin plastered on his face. "Take that smirk off your face, Styles." I warn, my voice came out sleepy and low.

"What are you going to do to me if I do not, Hols?" He is feisty in the morning, what a surprise.

"You don't want to know, you little, nosy boy. It's too early for me to think straight, be careful." It is true, I can't think straight till miday. My neurons are pretty slow when it comes to start working and doing their job, which is partly my fault because I'm a really lazy person.

"I think I'll risk it." I turn around as he says those words, willing to see him again. He smiles and, for my surprise, he looks pretty waken up.

"Have you sleept at all?" I ask. Then, everything sinks in. Yesterday's nightmare and all the cruel things that I told him. They weren't true, well, just the part in which I insulted him. "Harry, I'm sorry for everything that happened yesterday. I'll be gone before you are dressed up." I try to incorporate myself when his strong grip stops me.

"No, you are not going anywhere." He says, his voice demanding and without giving me any type of decesion about getting the hell out of his bed.

"Harry, yout haven't sleept at all tonight. I know I'm bothering you and I also know you would preffer to bring any other girl here tonight, it is friday, isn't it? Thanks for everything." He just stares at me, complietly out of earth.

"Oh shit, are you kidding .right? Is it actually friday today?"

"Aren't you supposed to like Fridays? Going to the disco at night and then spending the rest of it with some random chick?" His expression changed from frustrated to damaged and in that exact moment, I realised what I had said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way." I quickly said. "I'm sorry, Harry."

"It's okay. I just want you to know that you have to stop saying that kind of shit at my face. Maybe you can keep it to yourself."

"Hey, I'm sorry, okay? I'm just a bitch." I say with a smile as I look up at him. I'm such a whore with him. Why does he even put up with me? After a long pause, I decide to break the silence. "Harry, it's already late, we should get going..."

"Yeah, sure." He says. "I'm not going to school today. Do you want me to take you to your house?"

"If you can, yes,please.Otherwise,I can walk." I say while I incorporate.