h & t

Chapter 4

There was a knock on the door and I slowly walked over to reveal a smiling Harry holding a gallon of water, Advil, and a pizza. My hands hastily grabbed the pizza and re-entered my room.

"Where is Emma?" His raspy voice inquired while taking a seat on my bed. "I think she went to go see some boy or something," I told him shrugging my shoulders.

An awkward silence filled the room. Did he expect me to talk first? I thought he was supposed to be doing some explaining..

"You were pretty funny last night," he finally said. Oh god I thought, what had i done? "I need details," I insisted sitting down next to him taking a bite of pizza.

Last night---

Harry looked so serious driving. I don't know why but I couldn't stop myself from giggling looking at his sleepy face. His hair was all over the place and his voice was so deep and raspy. You could tell he had just woken up. His white tshirt was wrinkled and revealed more ink scattered along his collarbones.

"What are you laughing at," he questioned me, smiling in my direction. "You look really cute right now," I blurted out. Oh shit I didn't mean to say that out loud. Oops I thought giggling even more.

"I'm glad you're enjoying the view," he said laughing. "can we go get chipotle," I asked him grabbing onto his arm and making the cutest face I could. "it's 3 am tee, it's not open right now," he tried to tell me. I pouted and pulled off my heels. My feet were killing me.

Emma passed out the second she touched her bed. But I couldn't I was too uncomfortable. I needed to take a shower now, but Harry wasn't letting me! "You are gonna fall over in there," he said trying to get me to lay down. "Just hold me up then," I told him rolling out of his grip.

I stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I tugged at my dress in an attempt to remove it but my arms weren't strong enough. "Harry, I need help," I yelled out for him. He entered the room and helped me pull of the tight clothing while looking away. He was so cute giving me privacy.

"You don't have to look away," I giggled poking him. His eyes nervously turned to me and his green orbs stared intensly into mine. Before slowly raking down my body. Normally I would be self conscious and would try to hide myself but for some reason I wanted Harry to see me in only my bra and underwear. I wanted him to want me like I wanted him.

"Thanks," i praised him before he turned and left so I could take off the rest of my clothes and hop in the shower.

I stepped out of the shower and found some pajamas sitting on the toilet for me. I put them on and walked back into my room. "I should get going," harry told me standing awkwardly by the door. "Goodnight," I said smiling at him and crawling in bed.
----

After he finished telling me all about last night I couldn't stop blushing. The only word I could find to describe how I felt was "oh."

We sat in silence for a few minutes before I built up the courage to say, "can I ask you something?" He nodded looking into my eyes. "Are you embarrassed by me," I almost whispered breaking our eye contact and focusing on my pizza.

"Why would you ask that," he questioned me. "I don't know, you just act weird sometimes and your older than me and popular and never mind it was a stupid question," I mumbled.

Harry didn't say anything for a few seconds. We just sat in silence before he gently moved my chin so my eyes were on his. He looked from my eyes to my lips and I wished I could know what he was thinking. His lips slowly brushed mine and goosebumps rose onto my skin.

"Are you doing anything on Friday night," he whispered. "No," i softly responded. "Good because I wanna see you," he said kissing my forehead and leaving me on my bed with a box of pizza.

I ate my pizza in silence smiling. My brain was moving at the speed of light thinking about Harry. Was that a date he just asked me on? Did he feel what I felt when our lips touched?
-
It was 8:15 and Harry should be here by now. I frowned sitting on my bed. He is probably just running a little late I told myself opening up my computer and turning on an episode of gossip girl.

My alarm clock blared waking me up. I was laying on my bed and still in my outfit from last night. I couldn't stop a tear from rolling down my face at my realization, Harry never came last night.

I didn't feel like changing so I decided to just go to class in what I was wearing. I walked into class and found Harry in the back of class as usual smiling away. We made eye contact and he winked at me. I quickly averted my eyes not giving him my attention.

I set my things out on my table and my phone buzzed. Harry was calling me, but I had nothing to say to him. I pressed ignore and gave Mr. Michaels my full attention as he talked about figurative language.

Class ended and I rushed towards the door not wanting to see Harry. My plan failed though because college students move at the same pace as snails and Harry quickly caught me grabbing onto my arm and spinning me so that our eyes met. I tried to pull away from him but his grip was tight.

"What's up with you," he asked me. I responded with a "let me go." His grip loosened and I pulled away from him finally. The rest of my day I couldn't think about anything other than how much I hated Harry Styles.