Irresistible (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

17: Flies Wide Open

"I really feel like I'm going to be sick," I quietly huff, one hand on my chest and the other on my stomach as we continue up the path.

Of course Harry looks the essence of cool marching his way up the hill having just eaten just as much as I.

"Well you do look a bit green there love."

Is he laughing at me?

"It's not very nice to tease Harry." I mumble.

"Sorry, but are you sure you're not being a bit dramatic?" He asks looking back over his shoulder as he chuckles keeping his two stride lead.

Harry's right, I am being a bit dramatic, but who decides to go on a long strenuous multi mile hike after eating a heap of seafood pasta and formless chocolate souffle?

Apparently Harry does but I definitely don't.

"No," I mutter deeply over the rapid beating of my overworked heart. "Exercise and I don't really mix."

That's one of the reasons I'm falling behind. But the major reason is that I am desperately trying not to become the heaving breathless and sweaty mess that I know I'll become if I don't concentrate on remaining calm.

"Don't be silly," and even though I don't look up to see his face I can tell he's smiling. "You're doing wonderful."

He's never seen me run.

If only he'd slow down just a bit.

Harry doesn't seem to get that his long legs are monsters compared to my tiny ones. Honestly at this moment it looks like one of mine is half of his.

This is pitiful.

One foot in front of the other... that's all I need to think about.

We must be close to the end... and then we have the joy of traveling back down.

At least it'll be down hill and I–ouch

I pull my head up from where it's been leaning over looking at the ground to find Harry centimeters from me.

Looks like I'll be adding slamming into his chest to the long list of humiliating things I've done since meeting Harry.

Clinging to him like a koala on his motorbike, although he seemed to enjoy that.

Falling in his pool, thankfully he doesn't remember.

Answering the door in my bright pink robe, which he definitely remembers.

Spilling juice on his pants, don't think I'll ever live that down.

And now this.

My eyes lock onto his as he chuckles, "you okay there Mia?"

I take a deep breath and nod knowing that any word I try to utter will sound exhausting.

"Sure?" He asks narrowing his gaze. "You seem a bit quiet."

After a moment I clear my throat and put my hands on my hips.

Well that doesn't feel right.

I might as well be honest, knowing my behavior around him I'll probably just blurt it out at some point anyway.

And it's not like it'll matter after today. Harry will drop me off and our short time together will be a memory and he will probably go off and find the brand new VS model of the season.

"I'm just trying to remember how to breath is all," I brush him off starting to walk up the trail hoping to get a bit of a head start on him.

Unsurprisingly he laughs again.