The yelling has died down. I couldn't depict the words though, I wish I did. I want to know what the hell just happened downstairs. I smoothed out my hair and lied down on my bed and just though about life in general. It's crazy how your life can be going smoothly and then you hit a bump in the road and your life can get a tad bit crazy, confusing, and weird. My bump in the road just happens to be Harry. And yes, my life has turned a bit confusing.

From Harry:
I've calmed down. Can you come down to talk?

To Harry:
No.

From Harry:
Why not?

To Harry:
Because…

From Harry:
Because why…?

To Harry:
I don't want to.

From Harry:
Fine.

I sighed and walked to my dresser to pick out some pajamas for me. I heard my phone go off again. I'm sure it's Harry sending another apology text. Telling me he was stupid for blowing up down there yada yada yada. I walked over to my phone anyways to see.

From Harry:
Then I'm coming up.

Before I could get to the door he was already a step into my room. We looked at each other for a good minute until he decided to speak up.

"Listen Riley. You really aren't an object. I don't mean to make you think that you are. Yeah I know I don't have the best of temper and it's hard to control. But I want to control it because I've found you. And I wanted to be the one who held you during the movie. I don't want Nial or any other guy
holding you unless it's me"

My heart started to beat faster. I don't know if I was turned on by his words or if I was scared by them. Why can't I just pick one?

"Um, thanks Harry?" Why did that come out as a question? And by the looks of Harry's posture it wasn't what he wanted to hear. He grew a bit tense and he threw his hand up to his face sliding it down his cheeks.

"Riley, I… Ugh! It seems to me that I'm the only one talking about how I feel. I want to know what you think of this to so please say something besides some silly wording that doesn't give me anything."

I played with my hands for a moment and finally got the courage to speak.

"I really enjoyed last night I want you to know that. But it's weird to think that bad boy Harry Styles wants me and not some other girl who he would normally shag. Plus you're in a gang… That's a red flag for me but then again at times you can be caring. It hurts my head sometimes to think you can be so nice and then dangerous all of a sudden."

"I don't exactly know what to say to that but you're honesty was all I wanted. I'm going to try my hardest, I promise you I'lll try so hard to control my anger."

He lifted up his pinky finger toward me. "I pinky promise," he said with a smile.

I wrapped my pinky around his. We starred at each other for the second time during our conversation. I noticed his eyes are extremely green, like emerald, with brown flexes in them. They're quite mesmerizing. He let go of my pinky which made me a bit sad.

"Well I'll be downstairs. Everyone else started to go to bed when I came up. See you in the morning." And with that he was off. I closed the door behind him and went back to my dresser to change.

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I woke up covered in sweat. My nightmares about Jake woke me up. He keeps chasing me down that alley way we were at. Normally he never reaches me but this night he did. His arms were tightly wrapped around me. I tried breaking free but I couldn't. I screamed as loud as I could but there was no one around to help. Then his hands started to roam my body and that's when I woke up. I don't want these night horrors anymore! I don't want to be constantly reliving this event!

Last night was the only night where I didn't have a nightmare. Last night was the night I was with Harry. It makes me think maybe he was the reason I didn't have any terrible dreams. I know some girls wear their boyfriends shirt to bed because it smell so good. It could be that. I could really like the smell of Harry's cologne. But that sounds silly. Maybe it was the way he was holding me. His arms were draped around my body protectively. I can't put my finger on it. Maybe one of those helped me sleep. I'm too scared to go back to sleep. Because if I do then I'll have another dream about Jake. I don't want that. So I did the first thing that came to mind.

I'm at the top of the stairs starring at my feet. I'm telling myself to start moving but I just can't. I'm so nervous to ask him this question. I took one really deep breath and took a step. I reached the bottom of the stairs and peered around the corner to see if everyone was asleep. I saw a phone light turn on and it was Harry's. He looks wide awake unlike the rest of the group. I noticed Harry's face turned into a scowl. What was he reading that made him so angry?

I took a step around the corner. I took a few steps out toward the couch Harry was laying on.

"Hi, Harry."

"Riley Shawn what are you doing up?"

"Um… Can't sleep?"

"That came up more as question. Tell me the truth."

I didn't say anything, I just looked out the window not saying a word. I could see him out of the corner of my eye. He's squinting at me.

"Riley you're sweating."

"Yeah so?" The courage to ask him my question faded away. Why does he make me so nervous.

"Yeah so?" He mimicked me.

"Riley you obviously came down here to talk to me. Just tell me."

"I can't sleep. Ever since Jake I've been having nightmares about him chasing me. But last night, I didn't and I wanted to ask you if, if…" My stomach has butterflies flying around. I need to get this out so I asked him in lightning speed mode. "Can you sleep with me please?"

"Sure." He smiled. Whoa, he really understood that? "But lets get you cleaned up first. I don't think you want to go to bed with a sweaty face and shirt."

I nodded. He took my hand and led me upstairs to my bathroom. I sat on the counter while he wiped the sweat off my face with a damp washcloth. We walked hand in hand to my room. He looked for a clean pajama shirt but there was none.

"Yeah I haven't exactly done my laundry recently. I'll just keep this shirt on." I was about to climb in bed when he through something at my head.

"Silly girl. You're not sleeping in your sweat. Wear my shirt."

I looked at the shirt then up at Harry. Holy guacamole… He is gorgeous. His toned abs, his pecks, his muscular arms… I could go on and on. He is like a Sex God! Oh gosh why am I thinking these things? "Like I said, you're really cute when you stare at me," He chuckled.

"I wasn't starring."

"Okay if you don't believe you were starring I'll just call it, 'Eyeing The Merchandise' then," He smirked at me lifting up his eyebrows. I dropped his shirt and covered my eyes. I'm so embarrassed because it's quite obvious I was starring. What girl wouldn't? He looks like perfection.

"I'll cover my eyes and let you change." He did what he said. I turned my back to him and lifted my shirt over my head and put it in my laundry bin. I put Harry's Nirvana shirt on. It smells like him which made me feel all cozy inside. I told Harry he could open his eyes. He smiled at me and pulled the sheets open. He went in first and then me. We lied in my bed not saying anything, or touching. Last time we did this I wasn't aware that I was holding onto him. Now I'm wide awake and don't know what to do.

A few minutes went by and then I felt Harry's hands wrap around my waist. I squealed because I had no idea he was going to do that. Took me by surprise. He turned my body and laid me onto his bare chest. I was on top of him not knowing what to do. I looked at him, he was wearing his normal smirk. I didn't say anything. He decided to make a silly face which got me laughing.

"Yayy! I got you laughing."

"Yeah you did," with some giggles still coming out of me.

"As long as you're with me you're safe." He started caressing my cheek.

"I hope so."

He kissed the top of my head and started humming. It was nice to have someone holding me tightly, stroking my hair, and humming me to sleep. I haven't felt love like this in a long time. Wait, love? Did I really say the word love? Does Harry love me? I know he likes me but love? Is he even capable of loving? Do I even like Harry? Ugh why does this stuff have to be so difficult. I guess Harry could sense I was feeling all tense.

"I've got you Riley Shawn. I'm not letting you go."

I held on to him for dear life. I don't want to let go of him and I don't want him letting go of me.
Please Harry, don't let me go.

Notes

What do you think Harry read on his phone that made him angry??? continue to find out!