"Let Me Kiss You" (A Harry Styles FanFiction)

Chapter 9

--DREW'S POINT OF VIEW--

Hiding behind that couch felt like an eternity. As soon as Liam had opened the front door letting Harry in, and I could hear his deep accent as he talked. Hearing him in person after... after what happened my stomach did flips, but my face got hotter by the minute as the thought of him lying to me came back.

He was a liar. I was done with guys who lied to your face no matter how much it hurt you. When I dated Marcus he would cheat on me it seemed like every other month and would blatantly lie to my face. With Harry I didn't know what he was capable of. I mean he lied to me about being in freakin One Direction he could easily lie to me about thousand of things if I decided to let him in my life. As he continued to talk I only got progressively pissed.

Through the conversations between Harry and Liam I remembered I left my purse in front of the couch. SHIT!!

" Who's purse is this Liam?" Harry asked.

My head fell into my hands. The only thought I had was he was going to find me, I was busted!

"Umm, It's mine." I heard Liam stutter.

I thought to myself. " Liam are you stupid? He wasn't going to believe you. At all."

As their conversation would change I heard Harry state that the room was filled with perfume, and from what I could hear he stood up questioning Liam. As I was trying to move closer to the back of the coach I fell over and against the back of the wall. SHIT......Oh my god, I think he saw me.

At that moment a thousand thoughts sprung in my head all at once. Did he see me? No, he didn't see me.

In mid thought hiding behind the coach I saw the light dim from over head and I knew exactly why. He had found me, and now I couldn't hide any longer. I looked up into his dimmed green eyes and saw that his face was covered in several different emotions. I didn't know whether he was sad, confused, mad, or just simply taken back by me hiding behind Liam's coach.

"Drew what are you doing and why are you behind Liam's sofa?" He asked squinting his eyes together.

''Ha, Um good question but I'm wondering is why aren't you behind Liam's sofa?" I stated stuttering to every word as the memories of the rain and the reporters all came back.

He looked down at me with a look of confusion and then back at Liam. This was my chance.

I stood up from my crouched position and tiptoed away from Harry who was looking away from me. I got to the other side of the coach and lifted my leg up to push myself back over, but as I did Harry looked over and questioned what I was doing. My sock covered foot slipped on the leather material and down I went. I fell onto the leather cushion and I was repelled onto the carpeted floor right at Harry's feet. I laid on my back staring up at the plain white ceiling thinking about how completely stupid I must have looked to them right now.

"Are you okay, do you need any help?" Harry asked as he stood over me looking down into my eyes.

"Yeah and I'm fine. Thanks.." I replied in a pissed tone.

I could tell he was confused about everything that was happening just by the look on his face, but I didn't care. I couldn't bare to even look at Harry let alone be within like.....touching distant. I slowly stood up dusting my front off as if I had fell in dirt and looked at a nervous scared Liam who was now standing up. Our eye contact was long and drawn out as we tried to make sense of this, and I knew Harry had realized it.

"What is going on?! Someone tell me now." Harry pretty much yelled at us.

I looked down at my socks and diverted my eyes away from the situation trying not to cry in front of Harry.