This Song Is About You - A Harry Styles story

Rebecca is a teenage girl who can be quite shy and likes to live in her own little nutshell. What will happen when she's dragged on a boring holiday with her Dad?
Maybe it will prove to be quite the opposite of 'boring' when she bumps into the famous band and creates a bond like no other with one of the boys.


6. Oops

I sat down on one of the tall stools and gobbled down everything on my plate. I didn't realise how hungry I was until I set foot in the kitchen and inhaled the whiff of freshly fried bacon and homemade pancakes. Yum. 

"Do you want me to go collect your things from next door?" Harry offered, brushing the crumbs from his lap. He looked oh-so good in his hollister swim shorts. 

Crap. I hadn't thought of what to do yet.. "Maybe I should just forget about what happened and give him another chance." I frowned.

"You can't do that.. Where will you go the next time he gets mad?" 

The atmosphere between us became heavy and cold. Maybe coming here was a mistake. 

"Why can't my life be as simple as yours Harry?" I croaked.

Then he flashed that look across his face. The one from the other night and the other day on the beach. 

"What's that look for?" I hissed.

"Doesn't matter," He muttered, grabbing some plates as he floated over to the dishwasher. 

"I'm late for work, I'm meeting the boys soon. But there's a problem.." He began to ramble off about how he wouldn't be returning here for at-least a few days, when I asked why - he scratched his head and leaned one hand on the countertop. 

"How old are you Rebecca?" He asked.

I momentarily hesitated before answering the silly question.


"And you live in London, right?" Another question that he already knew the answer to.

"Well, it's between there and Ireland - we only moved over recently. But, as you already know - yes, yes I live in London." 

"Have you ever watched X Factor?" 

I paused, wondering where this came from.

"Overrated crap. No." I replied.

He smirked. "You must be the only one then," 

He then sarcastically winked, putting me off-guard.

"Thanks for the lovely quiz, did I pass?" I questioned, beginning to get annoyed.
He ignored my comment and continued with the cleaning up. I exhaled and cleared my head, not wanting to have an argument with him.

 "Thanks for everything last night and this morning, it really means a lot," I gracefully stood off the stool and tip toed my way over to Harry at the sink. I slowly eased my hands on to his back and winded them around his sides until they met with a touch across his stomach. I was so short compared to him, it was so cute.

I squeezed him tightly from behind, cuddling him as I pleased. He stopped what he was doing and caressed my hands with his fingers before breaking them away from each other into his own gentle grip. 

Before I knew it, Harry had swung around, picked me up and placed me sitting on top of the counter. I wrapped my arms around my neck and laughed, admiring the wicked smile planted right across his face. He moved one hand from my waste and swept my hair away from my face before moving his mouth up to mine, his breath heavy on my lips. 

"Kiss me," He whispered, my arms clinging around him never wanting to let go.

Just as I pursed my lips together and moved in, we were interrupted by the sound of somebody else's voice. 

"Oops," Louis smartly announced, entering the room with a grin on his face.

I sighed and laughed at the same time. "Nothing now you've spoiled the moment," Harry closed his eyes, exhaled and looked deeply into my eyes. 

Even though we didn't actually kiss, I smiled to myself.. Does this mean he wanted to kiss me? 

"Well I can leave if you want?" Louis still stood steps from the door, his grin getting bigger and bigger by the second. He was loving this.

"Why would we want you to go? Come and join us," I laughed - jumping down from the tall countertop.

One more minute. If he had of came in one minute later. Not even a minute, a second later. But how and ever, it's all just maybe's now. 

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