Behind The Lens (A Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 7

I slowly remove the sheets off my body as I stare at the green eyes that have been staring at me. Once the covers are off, I stand up from my bed and hesitantly walk over to my window. Why isn’t he moving? As I get closer he taps on the window twice and smiles crookedly. What the hell…  

I fumble with my lock until I hear the familiar click signaling the window has been unlocked. Harry must have heard it also because once the click sounds, he pushes the window open and darts inside my room, soaking wet. When did it start raining? He stays sprawled out on my wood floor but starts to cough violently.

“Ha- Harry?” I manage to say. I begin to walk towards him but he holds his hand up signaling me to stop. He coughs a few more times before he flips around and leans his back against my wall.

“Skyler…” He says barely above a whisper.

“Harry… What are you doing here? How did you find out where I live?” I said. He looked up from his hands and looks at me questioningly.

“Natalie.” He simple says. My breath catches as he says her name. How did he know about my sister?  Then he goes back to staring down at his hands.

“How- How do you know I have a sister?” I say. I swear I could feel myself starting to shake.

“Don’t be stupid, Skyler. You told me about her on our first date.” He says looking up.

“We didn’t have a first date… I- I just met you today, well officially, but today at the- at the park… You and Louis were-“Harry gets up quickly, almost too quickly and is at my side. He places one hand on hip and the other on my forehead.

“Are you feeling alright babe? Are you sick? Do you have a temperature?” He says, sympathy clouding over his eyes.   

Babe? What is going on? First of all I know I just met Harry and his friend Louis at the park today. Harry is the one who pulled me out of the way of that car the day before. And Natalie is dead. Natalie died 2 years ago. Harry couldn’t have met her or talked to her. Unless he could see ghosts, but this is real life. It’s not the 6th sense.  And if he didn’t talk to Natalie, how did he know where I live?

I stepped back from his touch. As I looked him over he didn’t have any water on his clothes at all. He had been out in the rain, and when he was on my floor he was soaking wet. I look over at the place where he had been laying and there was a small puddle of water. I looked back at Harry to see him slowly stepping towards me with an alarmed look on his face.

“Babe, Its Harry- You’re boyfriend. It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you… Its okay.” He repeats over and over while holding up his hands and moving closer to me. As he moves closer I take steps back until my back hits the wall. In a matter of seconds Harry is in front of me again.

“You’re not my boyfriend. I just met you” I state. Harry’s face turns into confusion. He brings his hand to my face and begins to caress my cheek. “Love, we have been together for 2 years. And I-“

“ALRIGHT YOU TWO LOVE BIRDS, LETS GO! WE’VE GOT LOTS OF STUFF TO DO!” A familiar voice screams. My eyes widen as I make the connection. No, No this can’t be happening. My bedroom door opening interrupts my thoughts and makes my assumption correct.