Kiss Me- A Harry Styles Love Story

17 year old Caila Malik takes a risk at dating 19 year old Harry Styles. She never thought dating a member from an international boyband would be this hard. Find out how she deals with it in Kiss Me...

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7. Around The Fire

Liam was right. Harry would never hurt me like Hunter did. I needed to trust him. I couldn't deny that I loved him anymore. I needed to get him alone. Keep it on the down low. Those words ran through my head. If Zayn found out that I Harry and I were dating where would I live? What would I do? He would have to forgive me. I would always be with Harry and Harry would always be around Zayn. Or would Zayn hate Harry as well. Why am I still in the thought sorting process? I slid open the sliding door and walked in the warm house. I could hear the boys laughing in the living room. Louis probably said some stupid thing making them all laugh. They're probably all snuggled around the fireplace. Harry sitting the closest. Zayn snuggled into a bean bag. Liam probably with his nose tucked in a book. As for Niall he was probably eating and knowing Louis his eyes were probably glued to his phone. Harry always got really cold, really fast. I peeked my head in the living room doorway to snoop on conversation. Like I said they were all snuggled around the fire. Covered in blankets. Sitting on bean bags. "Liam where's Calia," Zayn asked quietly. "She wanted some time to think," Liam answered. It was the truth but I knew he would do his best to cover me. Zayn put his head on his arms and closed his eyes. Liam flashed Harry a look and a look of recognition crossed over Harry's perfect features. I turned on my heels and tip toed into the kitchen. I searched through the cabinet for the hot chocolate packets and came up with two. If Zayn wasn't here it would be for me and Harry, but i'll make it for me and Liam. I put the milk in two mugs and popped them in the microwave. I opened the packets, grabbed some marshmallows, and two spoons. 2 minutes later the microwave beeped signalling the milk was done heating. You poured in the mix and slowly stirred the mixture. The milk and chocolate powder swirled together. Almost like love. Love swirls together until it's perfectly together as one. I finished mixing the drinks and plopped two marshmallows on top. I walked out into the living room and handed it to Liam. He looked shock then scooted over making room for me. I slid under the blanket next to him and he wrapped his arms around my waist. Soft snores escaped Zayns nose and mouth. I smiled, taking a sip of my hot chocolate. This was my life. Life as Zayn maliks little sister. Life without any parents. This was how I wanted to spend everyday of my life with the one I loved. As that thought crossed my mind I glanced at Harry. He was nodding off almost asleep. I smiled at how cute he looked. I also noticed how young Zayn looked when he slept. Raising a sister on his own. Being a boy band is probably pretty stressful. Being an outsider looking in it seems easy. I'm not a normal outsider. I've been in the meetings, heard management yell at them. Zayns always the one who yells back. Even if he hates yelling back at them. Even i've yelled at them a couple of times. No one makes my brother cry. It only happened once and that was the last time it happened. They respect me. They know how I are. If they made any of them cry I would yell at them. I care to much about these five boys. All of them protect me but only one saved my life.

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