~*I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend*~ ♥ ((A One Direction Fanfiction)) ♥

Ch. 4 ♥ I Can't Help It ♥

Ch. 4 ♥ I Can't Help It ♥

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"I think we should leave them sleeping, they look so cute." Louis whispered into Niall's ear. I was awake, but not entirely. You know those types of dreams where you can hear your surroundings and your brain is functioning and a million thoughts are running through your brain but you just can't seem to actually wake up. Yeah, that's how I was feeling at the moment.

I heard the noise of who I thought was Harry's breathing. It was peaceful; I could almost feel his chest heaving up and down at each inhale and exhale. I pictured him with a slim smirk tracing his lips. The contemplation of this boy made me feel lightheaded and I soon realized I would pass out if I continued on fantasizing about his particularly curly hair and cavernous dimples more.

"Look how his arms are draped around her waist, he really likes her...” I heard Niall's Irish accent speak. I grinned and then noticed what Niall said... Harry's arm draped around mine, oh my god.

I shot up from the covers startling not only the two boys whose feet were planted at the doorstep of my room but Harry as well. His eyes fluttered open and he rubbed them with his slender fingers. Gazing around and taking in his atmosphere he nodded to himself remembering where he was, unknown that everyone was staring at him.

In the dull silence he spoke, "Why is everyone staring at me?" his morning voice was full of meaning and musk and his mouth moved extra slow than it generally did. As the sound of his voice went through my ears I got that annoying feeling in my stomach again.

Getting up from my sleeping bag I walked past Louis and Niall, brushing Niall's shoulder and mumbling a "Good morning" so I wouldn't sound rude. They all had looked perplexed and I heard Harry mouth a 'wow' while his stare burned in the back of my butt.  I picked up my pace as I reached to the bathroom that wasn't occupied and shut the door behind me. The infuriating morning sunlight flashed through my window and I closed the blinds so my eyes wouldn't be irritated.

Bending over the sink I washed my face and brushed my teeth. Extra clean just in case.

"Oh my god, Kylie." I garbled to myself, what was I getting myself into?

Fixing the mess of a ponytail my hair was in I started to think, I shouldn't do this... I'm falling for a boy band member who I just met. There are girls all over the world who want him and I'm certain people would hate on me if I ever dated him... Which won't ever happen. I'm just going to get myself hurt, I need to stop being all nice with Harry and cut the flirting. I'm just going to get in trouble if I ever go into a relationship with the turd anyways.

Feeling proud of myself I marched out of the bathroom and downstairs to greet everyone at the kitchen table.

"We made breakfast...” Zayn smiled with his mouth jam-packed of bacon and eggs. Flashing a smile at the full-mouthed boy I passed Harry who was sitting disheveled at the very end of the kitchen table. I opened the fridge and pulled out the carton of milk and poured it into a glass. I felt a large pair of eyes on me, looking up I realized the room had gotten hushed and everybody was looking at me and Harry.

"What?" I spat a little harshly, daybreak was not my best time of the day.

Everyone soon went back to their eating and chatting. Rolling my eyes I put the milk back in the fridge and walked to the front door to get some fresh air. Some chilly fresh air.

I stood on the patio watching the front yard covered in snow and a hint of dirt. I just stared into the distance for a little, thinking about life.