Twisted Minds [h.s]

F O R T Y T H R E E

Play the song above when she puts the record into the record player! it makes it a whole lot better <3

❥

Harry and I laid across his large bed in the early hours of dawn, staring at the ceiling with the dim and low sunrise cascading shadows over the deep bedroom.

We laid on opposite sides so that my head was at his shoulder as his head was at mine.

We did end up falling asleep, but not for too long. Maybe a couple hours? But it was a much needed sleep that I can confidently say, helped with a lot of the stress from last night.

I immediately had to take off that dress and get rid of it before I had a fucking panic attack which I was definitely on the brink of having.

Harry was just in a pair of black basketball shorts with his tattoos on display, while I was in one of his band tee shirts that was so baggy, it could pass as a small dress.

He calmed me down a lot. He made those flashes of me killing that man almost.. disappear.

I don't know how. But he had the ability to calm me right down like that.

I didn't want to admit it but— I enjoyed his company.

Our little make out session that we shared only last night made unwanted electricity shoot through my body.

He makes me feel things, and I don't know why.

I turn my head to face him to see him already looking intently at me. His features were upside down from the way we were laying but I still knew it was a concentrated expression.

"Do you prefer sunsets or sunrises?" I whisper to him randomly, brushing a strand of loose hair out of my face.

He ponders for only a moment.

"You first." He replies, letting a small smile creep onto his lips.

I smile, tucking my bottom lip in between my teeth.

"I like sunsets." I direct my eyesight back towards the ceiling but I don't feel his gaze leave the side of my face.

"Why?" He asks.

I exhale deeply through my nose.

"Because they usually consist of my favourite colours."

He goes silent for only a few seconds before responding.

"I prefer sunsets too."

"Why?" I turn my head back to him, a small smile still displayed on both of our lips.

"Because they usually consist of your favourite colours." He gives me a cheeky grin, his dimples carved into his cheeks and I can't help but laugh.

"Mr. Harry Styles. I didn't take you for a cheesy type of guy." I murmur with amusement, scrunching my nose with the smile still spread over my face.

"Yeah, I'm not. That felt weird as fuck sayin' that." He chuckles and I roll my eyes.

The silence takes over us once again as the sun continues to rise— more light gradually flooding into the bedroom with each passing minute.

"Do you like me?" I courageously ask, feeling as if I'm in middle school again. Feeling those same butterflies I haven't felt since I was a teenager.

He nods his head making my heart do a flip in my chest.

"I like you." He whispers, as if it was a such simple thing to admit.

I lean my face over to his and peck his upside down nose before I turn away and pull myself up right so that I'm sitting up straight. I begin scanning his bedroom out of plain boredom and a gasp leaves my lips as I spot a record player in the corner of his room on a small table.