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.