Dancing On Air

Staircase Talk

Harry's POV

God I swear Nicole's outfit is literally killing me.

She took of her jean jacket and now all she had on were her pink shorts and her crop top that was a little tight on her.

I swear she might give me a boner if she doesn't change.

"Hey Nicole don't you want to change, you know get comfortable?" I asked hoping it would work.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" She chuckled.

"Well I don't really have clothes here so I can't really get comfortable, unless I strip down and just leave my boxers on." I smirked.

Her cheeks blushed madly. "Uh well...um." She stuttered.

"I was just kidding Nicole." I smiled.

"Shut up Styles. Why do you want me to change, are my clothes turning you on?" She smirked.

"Psh no, Nicole just change." I said messing with my hair and pushing her into her room.

She closed her door. A couple minutes later she walked out with her make up off, hair in a bun, a big stripped loose shirt on with some work out shorts and socks.

And she still looks hot as fuck. She gave me a cup of tea and had hers in her other hand.

"Now come here." She said and stuck her hand out. I locked our fingers together and followed her.

She lead me to the stair case across from the living room and sat on the stairs I sat across from her and our legs immediately intertwined. Her legs were on top of mine in a comfortable position.

"So spill." she said drinking her tea.

"Well it's been a very stressful week." I start off.

"Well what's happened since Friday?" She asked innocently.

How was I supposed to tell her that I'm in a fake relationship and that I just want to her to be mine. I decided to not tell her, yet at least.

"Well I just haven't been happy lately." I said simply, that was the truth after all. "I know that just sounds so plain but it's the truth." I sighed.

"There's a reason why your not happy Harry and I know your not saying it, but I'm not going to push you into saying anything. I'll wait until your ready to tell me." She said holding my hand.

"Thank you Nicole." I said and looked her in the eyes.

"No problem, and if you ever need anything just tell me." She stated

"I promise."

"Oh God your accent." She said squeezing my cheeks. I just chuckled in response.

"Well what about you Nicole, tell me your story." I said taking a sip of my tea.

"Oh gosh." she groaned. "My mom had me at seventeen and both my dad and mom's parents despised them so they started a new life.
They raised me until my dad decided he wasn't ready for a child and left when I was five. Me being five I always asked when my dad would come back but my mom would just cry and tell me soon. As a distraction I would dance and my mom would take me to my classes and recitals. My mom raised me alone with the help of her sister Janelle. I loved both of them and then my mother got diagnosed with breast cancer when I was thirteen, she died later when I was fifteen her last words to me where to fulfil my dreams and make something of myself. Since then I've lived with my aunt Janelle." She breathed out, and started crying.

"I'm sorry I don't usually cry, cause I always had to be strong for everyone and not be the one to break down." She said between breaths.

I picked her up and put her on my lap. "Nicole it's okay I cry everyone has to at some point." I tries to calm her.

She put her arms around my neck and put her head on my shoulder. I hugged her and rubbed small circles on her back, and started playing with her stray strands of hair.

"I'm so sorry about your mom and your childhood I shouldn't have asked it was st-" she cut me off

"Shut up Harry it's fine you were going to find out one way or another." She said looking into my eyes. I kissed her forehead and hugged her tighter.

The fact that she told me everything makes me love her even more. Wait hold on did I just say love I don't think I love Nicole maybe I do, what am I saying it's late I need to rest.

"C'mon Nicole let's go to bed." Oh how I wish that I could say that every night. She picked her head up but put it back down.

"Can you carry me?" She asked with a weak smile.

"Sure love." I said and picked her up. I walked to Nicole's room and she snuggled under the blankets.

"Harry can you please hold me." she said with her fragile voice.

"Of course Nicole." I said and got in with her.

She looked at me and was playing with my curls. "Thank you Harry for not judging me, and for just being your caring self." She said and kissed my cheek.

My stomach literally flipped and butterflies were released. Since we were facing each other I put my arms around her waist and started singing A Team.

Before I knew it she was sound asleep and I was dozing off as well.

Before I went to sleep, I looked down at this girl who was truly beautiful and deserved the best considering everything she has been through.

I could give that to her, if only she knew how I felt about her, but I knew she probably would never feel the same way.

I sighed and went to sleep hoping that she might feel the same way.

Double update idk what got into me but yeah
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