You Would Know

Abby Smith is a shy and kind-hearted 18 year old girl that lives in London, England. Although she doesn't show it, she is hiding very many emotions and feelings. Will she let her emotions out when she runs into national superstar and One Direction band member, Harry Styless and goes through Hell and back, just to be with him?

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3. Getting Closer

Abby's P.O.V.

I woke up the next morning in Harry's arms. He was still asleep. His mouth was slightly opened, to where he let out the perfect snore. He looked adorable. I just couldn't wake him up. I wiggled out of his firm grip and went downstairs to make breakfast. About ten minutes later, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I looked over the bar and saw the curly headed boy with bags under his eyes and he let out a cute yawn. He smiled. "Good morning, sunshine." I said with a smirk.
"Good morning, beautiful." He said, grinning. This made me smile. "What are we making?"
"You mean what am I making." I said with an attitude.
"Whatever." He said, trying not to smile.
"Well, I am making eggs, bacon, blueberry muffins, and tea."
"That sounds soooooo good." He said, licking his lips.
"Well, let me just tell you, I make a mean cup of tea." I said with a wink.
"I like girls who can cook." He said, winking back.
"Good morning, honey!" It was Dad. He kissed my head.
"Good morning, Daddy." I said, smiling.
"Feeling better now?" He asked with a straight face.
"I feel great." I said.
"That's good." He said smiling.
"Here," he said, handing me my inhaler. "Take a couple puffs just to make sure."
"Okay." I said, looking at Harry. He had a sad look on his face. He looked down. "Hey." I said looking directly at him. He looked at me, tears in his eyes.
"This isn't your fault. It happens all the time."
"Okay.." He said, unsurely.
I took about three puffs and handed Dad the inhaler. "Good job, sweetie." He put it back in the medicine cabinet. He took some food and went back to his room.
"I am so sorry, Abby." Harry said, upsettingly.
"Harry, what did I tell you? It's not your fault. Okay? This stuff happens all of the time. I promise. I'm not mad."
"But its my fault that I let you run two miles in heels. I couldn't catch up to you, so I just came her. I should've gotten you. It is my fault. You passed out and everything. You were just too fast."
"Haha, yeah. I get that a lot. Broke the school record for the mile and half mile.. I haven't ran in over a year though."
"Whoa." He said, astonished.
"Yup. So, what do you want to eat?" I said, pointing to the food I just got done cooking.
"All of it." He said smiling.
"Nice, Styles. Nice." I said, laughing. I got Harry his food and sat down next to him.
"Aren't you going to eat?" He said, with his mouth full of food.
"No, I'm not hungry." I lied.
"Well, suit yourself. But this is pretty damn delicious if you ask me." He said, stuffing his face. I just smiled.
When Harry was done eating, we went upstairs. I looked at the clock and it was 9. I sat down and turned on the tv. I saw my face. All over the news. The headline read, "Harry Styles Spotted At Nando's With Mystery Girl". Holy shit.
"What the hell?" I said.
"I'm sorry, Ab. The damn paparazzi follows me everywhere." He apologized.
"It's okay, I mean its not your fault or anything." I said.
He turned the tv off for me. "Abby, I just want you to know that I like you. A lot." He said, looking me straight in the eye.
"I like you a lot, too, Harry." I looked right back into his eyes. His eyes went from my eyes straight to my lips. He put his hand on my thigh and started to lean in. Holy monkey balls. I'm sitting here in my room with Harry Styles and he was about to kiss me. "Uh, Harry?" I said.
"Mhm?" He said, getting closer.
"Why?" I asked.
"Why what?" He asked, backing away.
"Why me? You could have any girl in the world and you pick me. Why do you like-" he cut me off by kissing me passionately on the lips.
"Me." I said after.
"Abby, you are amazing. Not only are you insanely gorgeous, but you have a beautiful personality. You are everything I've ever wanted you're the one I've been looking for my entire life. I really like-" I cut him off by kissing him on the lips. What? Too cheesy? Well, he needed payback.
Our kiss soon turned into more. Before I knew it, he was on top of me with his shirt off. I pushed him away.
"Harry." I said, sternly.
"What?" He said, kissing me again. I quickly pulled away.
"This is wrong." I said.
"What do you mean?" He asked, with a pouting lip and puppy dog eyes.
"We just met yesterday." I said.
"Love at first sight?" He insisted.
"Harry, I don't believe in that stupid theory. I mean, you're amazing. A really great guy. But we should get to know each other better before we start having crazy makeout sessions. You know what I mean?"
"Yeah.." he said. I could tell he was disappointed.
"But we can still kiss." I said before kissing his lips passionately. He immediately kissed back. I really liked this guy. A lot. He pulled away.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"This." He said, pointing down to his pants. His little friend was growing.
"Oh.." I said, shocked.
"I don't want to rush things at all. I'm sorry. I can't help it. You're just a really great kisser." He said, licking his lips.
"So are you." I said, licking mine. "It's fine, as long as nothing happens."
"Okay." He said, his lips quickly returning to mine. He licked my lip, asking for entrance. After I thought about it, I opened the door. I mean, its not like he's on top of me or any- shit. I opened my eyes and there he was, again. Dammit, Styles. You're too good of a kisser. He pulled off.
"Sorry, too much?" He asked, scared. I ignored the fact that he had asked me a question and grabbed his neck, pulling him on top of me again. He fell on me a little bit. Damn you, muscles.
After that, he lied down next to me. "You're really strong." He said, giggling.
"Sorry."I said, apologetically.
"I like a fighter, though." He said, winking and pecking my lips.
"Harry, do you feel like we're rushing things?" I asked with wide eyes.
"Not at all. You can't rush love." He said, kissing my forehead.
"You love me?" I asked.
"If you consider getting butterflies in my stomach everytime I see you, feeling sparks when we kiss, and crying when I hurt you love, then yeah. I love you."
"I think I love you too, Harry. But I mean, we've only known eachother for a day.."
"Do you still not believe in love at first sight?" He asked.
"I'm not sure anymore.." I said, truthfully.
"Well, I do." He said, kissing the tip of my nose.
"So, does that mean that we're dating now?" I asked.
"If you want to." He said, asking for my permission.
"I want to." I said, smiling. He kissed my cheek. I fell asleep after that.
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