Follow Your Heart

~What happens when you love someone too much, that at some point you have to let them go?~
Alexis is the type of girl who has had everything. Her future is laid out in front of her. One night she stumble across no one other than Harry Styles. Falling head over heels, both Harry and Alexis will have to overcome many obstacles to make their relationship work.
In the end though, it is all up to that four letter words that can make or break anything- Fate. Will fate be in favor of Alexis and Harry?


9. You're Beautiful

     Later that night I woke up in his arms. I rolled my head back so that I could see his whole body.

Harry was snoring lightly, here and there. His chest fell up and down rheumatically. He looked so peaceful. So vulnerable. I ran my index finger up his cheek, settling on playfully fingering his curls.

Just then, a smile formed across his lips. Either I was dreaming or he was. 

"Boo." Harry said. With that I jumped. He had been awake, possibly watching me watch him.

I hit Harry playfully on the shoulder. "You've got to stop scaring me!"

He bellowed next to me. "But your just so gullible!"

I sat up and stretched, only to have Harry pull me back into his chest. "Where are you going?"

I smiled. "I've grown quite hungry." Just then, right on queue, my stomach growled. Blushing, I wrapped my arms around my stomach. 

"I could make you something. Or we could get take out, or go out somewhere." Harry weighed the options, though I quickly had the answer. I had cooked last time, so it was his turn to return the favor.

"You cooking sounds great." 

He chuckled. "I hope my cooking doesn't kill us though."

Harry had such a great sense of humor. I admired that about him.

"I'm sure it will be sustainable." I smiled, and stood holding out my hand to help Harry off the couch.

His large warm hand fit perfectly in mine. When Harry stood, he pulled me close to him and leaned down for a kiss. 

As his lips brushed mine, the invisible sparks you always hear about in movies and books, ignited. The kiss grew heated as it lasted for minutes. 

Harry's hands explored my back and bum, as mine explored his thick curls. Moments later, we were on the couch, Harry on top of me. 

To say I knew what was going to come next, would be a total lie. 

His lips pressed against my skin and I reached to pull his white t-shirt off.

Harry pulled back. I let out a soft whimper. 

"Have you.. You know.. Like ever had..?" He gestured with his hands.

It took me a moment to get what he was asking. And by then I was mortified to answer. 

A million questions ran through my head. 

Will Harry not want me if he knows?

"Your asking if I'm still a virgin?" I stumbled out of my mouth.

Studying my face, Harry answered. "Well, yes. If you don't mind."

My face flushed. Of course I didn't mind him asking. It's just I didn't know how to put my answer into context.

Prom my junior year, I had been dating Jeremy. Of course being the non-gentleman that he is, took me. Only to take my virginity that night, too.  

How could I explain this to Harry without him hating me. It made me feel irresponsible that I had lost my V card at such a young age, because God knows I wasn't ready for it.

My voice sounded small and vulnerable. "Harry will you hate me?"

Pain struck across his face. "No, never!" And with that I knew he was telling a lie, and he deserved  to know the truth.

"Then no. I am not a virgin."

Harry looked a bit shocked, but it only took him a half second to recover. "To who?"

Great. If he didn't hate me now he will surely hate me when I tell him. "Uh. Jeremy.." I practically whispered.

Harry's hands raked through his hair. "He didn't force you to, did he?" His voice was full of irritation. And that scared me.

"No. Harry, it wasn't like that. I was stupid, ready for someone to love me." My answer was shaky and rushed. I didn't want to see Harry like this.

"If I had only met you before." He shook his head. 

I just looked at him, trying to think of something to say. Yet, I came up with nothing.

Harry broke the moment of silence. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to get mad."

"It's okay. But to say that to my hungry stomach right now, it might get more mad and eat me." I joked, lightening the mood.

How could our conversations, go from one place to another, light to dark, in a matter of minutes? I shook off the thought and went with Harry into the kitchen.

While he rummaged through the cupboards I silently watched from my seat on top of the counter.

I watched as his muscles flexed then retracted. He was so sexy and mysterious, it made me want to touch him. I stealthily hopped off the counter and went up to Harry and wrapped my arms around his waist. I could feel his abs and other muscles attract to my touch.

Jokingly Harry asked, "Do you want food or not woman?"

He turned in my arms, to face me. "Is there something else your offering?" I teased.

Harry's eyes grew wide. "Naughty girl."

I stood on my tippy toes as he leaned in for a kiss.

I'm not one to throw myself at a guy, but Harry had this touch that made me practically melt in his hands.

My hands clawed at his clothed back, as his lips trailed up my neck, leaving goosebumps behind.

I wonder if he needed me at that moment like I needed him. But only time could tell because, he tugged at my pants. I desperately pulled my shirt off as he shoved my pants off. Again our mouths collided and we took in each other.  A tingling sensation rose inside me, and I knew that I needed him now. My thoughts showed in my actions. 

Harry took my hand in his and led me to his bedroom.

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