Harry Styles Scares Me

Chapter Eight

When I got home that night all I could think about...all I could feel...was Harry's hands on me. After a loooot more kissing he brought me home where he walked me to my door.

He was close.

My fingers tugged on his shirt, pulling him even closer.

His hands braced on the wall behind me.

He dipped his head in, a tiny smile gracing his beautiful face. He whispered something about me teasing the hell out of him. But he had to be mistaken. I'd never teased anyone.

And then he kissed me again.

The kind of kiss you watch in cheesy romance chick flicks. I swore I even heard the sweeping orchestral music overhead as our lips met.

The way he kissed me was just indescribable. He was so gentle yet firm. He absolutely let me know that kissing me was where he wanted to be. I hoped for it to never end.

But it did. He pulled back just slightly, his eyes meeting mine,

"I'll call you tomorrow. Little busy with some stuff...but...maybe dinner again? My house? Friday night?"

I slipped my lip between my teeth while I nodded. My whole body craved this man. I'd never felt anything like it and I was finding it hard to stop it.

He kissed me again and then he backed his way down the hallway and out into the parking lot, never taking his eyes off me the whole way.

I was dancing on air as I walked into my room and then I slept the most restful sleep of my life.

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Ringing. And buzzing. I could feel it and hear it dragging me kicking and screaming from the most amazing dream I'd ever had in my life.

My phone. Someone was calling me. Who?

I swiped at the insolent piece of metal, glaring at the screen and a number I did not recognize. I swiped and pressed the phone to my ear,

"Hello?" I asked as I slammed a pillow over my face. So help me God if this was a scammer...

"Sylvie Frank?"

"What?" I asked, annoyance dripping from every letter.

"I'm sorry? I can't hear you. Is this Sylvie Frank?"

I took the pillow off my face,

"Yes it is." I answered.

"Please hold for Margot Barnes."

My eyes widened. What? Was I still asleep? Was this like some Inception thing? A dream within a dream?

I sat up slowly.

A few moments later I heard someone clear their throat.

"Ms. Frank? This is Margot Barnes."

"He-Hello Ms. Barnes."

"Apologies for calling so early but I'm on my way to France for a business meeting."

I swallowed as I pulled my legs from the covers,

"It's alright."

"I've been looking over your portfolio..."

How? When? All of the pictures were ruined.

I thought...

"And there is some very promising imagery in here."

"Th-thank you ma'am." I really needed to stop stumbling.