Irresistible (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

14: It's Only Chemical

Harry is here...

In my house...

Harry Styles is here in my house and in my room.

He's is standing there in my doorway in my actual room.

Where I sleep...

The place I sleep every night. The place I change and do work and other things

How on earth did I get here?

"Ehm," I grunt nervously licking my lips and it seems like he following my every move.

God I feel like I'm under a microscope under his gaze.

I'm still wearing my robe correct because the way he's look at me makes me feel like I'm merely in a towel.

"Why don't you come in and close the door, especially if you don't want to have another run in with Monica."

He smiles at my invitation, taking a step inside and closing the door.

Did it suddenly get really hot in here?

I take a deep breath as he walks in further looking at me and then around my room.

"Ya, your friend is a little intense."

"I'd apologize but I had the pleasure of talking with Jeff and I know for a fact Monica isn't that intrusive." I finish with a tight lipped smile knowing I'm right. I'm still in disbelief that he asked me such things.

Monica can be fierce and loyal but she wouldn't cross that line unless necessary.

At least I don't think she would. To be fair this is the first time a boy has ever come to the house for me... actually it's the first time anyone has ever come to the house looking for me.

"Oh really?" He asks with a smirk before crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against my dresser.

Oh god I need to get in there.

"Yes?" Unsure as to what he's trying to get at.

Once again I'm nervous. Don't think that feeling ever went away since I met him. Having him so close it's... well it's unnerving. It's like my whole body is being pulled to his but I know what that's all about and I need to fight it.

It's not because of him as a person. How can it? I don't even know him and to be honest I have probably spent more time with him drunk than sober.

This pull his coming from his perfect jaw and dazzling green eyes and lovely soft short hair... well at least I think it's soft.

I swallow hard perring down to the floor to try and hide the blush that I know is trying to creep onto my face. My throat dry and needing so I take a deep breath knowing that all this is merely chemical.

When he's gone so will these feelings.

They are just chemical.

"Funny that." He muses running the tips of his fingers over his lips. "Because just a few moments ago your dear friend told me that she'd have my balls for earrings if I hurt you."

My jaw drops.

She wouldn't say that.

"And that she would rave about it on Entertainment Tonight."

Okay maybe she would.

While he laughs at my embarrassment I want to crumble into the floor and disappear.

I practically ran out on him this morning when Jeff was asking me questions and here Harry is taking on my best friend like a pro.

Marybe not actually, he is the same man who wanted to follow me up here like some sort of protection. Perhaps he isn't as comfortable as he appears to be.

"So it looks like we both have a Jeff."

How can he find this funny?

This is mortifying.

I'm completely breathless as I finally look at him finding a huge smile on his face.

"I– I'm so so sorry." I finally get out still shocked by what Monica said to him. "She's never been in this position before and I guess–"

Please tell I didn't just say that.

Just because I have no experience doesn't mean I want him to know that.

Look at me thinking he's going to stick around. I should stop now because that's never going to happen.

He takes a few strides over to me and I try not to tense up but with every step I feel more nerves seizing. Surprisingly though when his hand makes contact with my arm rubbing up and down  I feel myself loosen every so slightly.

Must be the fact that I'm wearing this robe, it's basically impenetrable. 

"It's okay love, it's the mark of a good friend."

And I can finally release the breath I've been holding. "Even if it scared the shit out of me."

Why is he still here then?

He's probably being a gentleman, sticking to his word. He said he was going to get me breakfast and he will. After that he'll be free from any obligation and out of my life forever.

That must be it because he couldn't be here for my company. Impossible.

"Guess it's my little form of payback for this morning."

Why is it when I'm around this man I'm impossibly rude?

"Touche."

I scoot round him and grab some clothes for today. I don't dare to look at him, I already know he's watching me and I think making eye contact with him would make me forget how to function all together.

Stop, it's just a chemical reaction... I can deal with this.

"I'm going to change then we can leave if you still want to," I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't after having to deal with Monica and my mouth.

He raises his eyebrows at me. "Wouldn't be here if I didn't want to love."

I wish he would stop calling me that.

Or do I?

And there is that smile again. It's all I can do to get myself into my bathroom and close the door before I sink to the floor like a puddle of goo.

What have I gotten myself into?

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A/N: Hope you like this mini chapter. More to come soon. Very excited to show you what these two get up to.

Harry had another concert last night! He brought back one of his Late Late Show suits and it was heavenly.

Have you ever seen someone pull off a boa quite like Harry? Nope? I didn't think so.

If anyone saw this clip you're one lucky chickedy. He had to take a moment to "tuck himself back in" and I think we all know what that really means wink wink.

God bless this photographer.

Bathed in pink light the way he should be. (And yes I am wearing my pink Harry sweatshirt that is softer than fuckin' angels wings and cloud puffs combined)

The legend him self.

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All the love, C.