Round the Corner

"Everything is perfect the way it is. Why do you want to change that?" He whispered to me as his strong arms found their place around my shoulders. "I don't want anything to change Harry," I whisper back intertwining my fingers with his. But everything has already changed. And there's nothing I can do about it.

This is a story centered around Harry Styles from One Direction.


5. Caught Up


“I thought you said you lived close?” I ask Harry as we turn another corner that led down another long street.

He looked down at me and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Uhm, yeah that wasn’t the truth. I actually live quite a walk from there.”

I looked up at him-my eyeballs surely popping full out of their sockets, jaw completely unhinged- incredulous. He laughed causing those dimples to make an appearance, and making it thoroughly impossible for me to not melt on the sidewalk.

Just one lick… when he’s not looking maybe? You could blame it on a random pedestrian!

“What? You actually expected me to meet up with a complete stranger anywhere near where I sleep at night? You could’ve turned out to be some crazed fa-” He stopped himself mid-sentence, looking at me sideways before quickening his pace slightly.

I on the other hand stopped dead in my tracks. “What a complete double-standard.” He turned around a quizzical look on his face. “What d’ya mean?”

“You could have been some kind of serial killer! One that preys on young women by stealing their phones and acting like proper git’s by calling them at ungodly hours of the night.” My hands were waving wildly about, something that happens quite often when I get heated in a conversation. I probably looked like an idiot just standing there on the sidewalk, my arms flapping about.

Probably? Try definitely.

The small telling’s of a smirk appeared on his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Don’t forget the alley. I probably planned all that out too.”

Trying to be clever are we? Not gonna work buddy.

My eyes narrow and my hands drop to my waist. “You think you’re so funny.” I reply sarcastically.

Laughing bursts out of Harry and he turns to continue walking. “You have to admit you are being ridiculous.” I don’t admit to anything and we keep walking in a relative comfortable silence.

I wrack my brain to try and figure out how I’m so comfortable around this boy one second, and then so awkward the next. He’s just a boy; an extremely tall, adoringly hot boy, but still a boy. Staring at the ground as we walked, I swore to myself I wouldn’t get caught up: not on his eyes, or his smile, or those dimples.

“We’re almost there, my flat’s just up this way.”

I look out but all I see is a blob of people. Actually the blob looked mostly like girls around my age.

“Wow something big must be going on for that many- WHOA!”

Before I could finish, Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me into a side street. “What the hell, Harry?” I question in a voice slightly above a normal octave for speaking.

His hand covered my mouth. “Shh! You have to be quiet.” He poked his head round the corner, trying to get a look at the mob of girl I assume.

While he was busy I noticed just how close we were. And we were…. Wow.

Is it getting hot? Nope, that’s just me.

I could feel his labored breathing against my chest, his hand still on my mouth. I lift my eyes up just a bit and see the most sinful thing I have ever seen.

His collarbones.

Oh my God… another thing just begging to be licked. Why do I find collarbones sexy you might ask? Well, you’ve obviously never seen these collarbones.

First it was his eyes, then his dimples, and now this! I’m screwed. Utterly and completely screwed.

“So, uhm basically what I’m about to tell you might come as a shock-” He whipped his head back toward mine. I peered up at him as he looked down, unable to keep the spark of lust out of my eyes.

I watched his neck as he swallowed thickly, a vein showing slightly through his skin. His hand slide from my mouth to cup the back of my head, my eyes springing back up to his hooded ones. He leaned in ever so slightly; his tongue darting out to lick his lips. My hands curled into the soft material of his shirt.   


Everything in me told me to lean in and try those lips on mine. My heart told me to throw all things rational out the window. To kiss this… practical stranger.


Cliffhanger!!! Sorry, but that's where it made sense to stop. SOOO in other news... You guys aren't commenting. I really need feedback to continue this story. So I've come to the conclusion that I can't upload the next chapter till I get at least 8 new comments. I know there's people reading... you can't just say what you thought about it? Say hi, say you loved it, liked it, even say you didn't like it (but i ask if you do that please explain why you didn't like.)

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