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...


5. Breakfast in bed!! Sort of...

I woke up wrapped in Harrys protective embrace. I unwrapped his arms from my waist and carefully crawled out of bed. Harry stirred in his sleep but didn't wake. I grabbed my bag and walked into Harrys bathroom. I dumped out the contents of my bag on the counter and started the water in the shower. I picked out some skinny jeans and a plain white t-shirt. I got in the shower and let the  hot water run down my back. I look around the shower, noticing that Harry still has my shampoo, conditioner, soap, and razor in his shower. I smile to myself. No I can't be in love with him. I promised myself I would never fall in love. I washed away the grimy feel of the sweat from my dream. I grabbed my razor and quickly shaved my legs careful to get any lingering hairs. I poured the shampoo into my palm and tried to recollect my thoughts. My mind was messing up everything. I had no single thoughts it was all one big jumble. The bathroom door was pushed open slightly and Harrys curly little head poked through the door. "Good morning baby," he said in his sexy morning voice. I smiled to myself and quickly washed the shampoo out of my hair. "Hello handsome," I say peeking my head out of the shower. He smiles seeing my wet hair and backs out of the bathroom. I quickly conditioned my hair and washed it out. I stepped out of the hot shower into the cold morning air. I grabbed a white fluffy towel off the shelf and wrapped it around my self. I quickly found a blow dryer and curling iron in the drawer. Harry was bumping around in the bedroom, at least what I could hear. My makeup bag slid off the counter and landed on the floor with a thud. I slid on my skinny jeans and pulled the shirt over my bra. After blow drying and lightly curling my hair I stuck to a simple winged eyeliner and foundationed face. Where are my socks? Ugh I forgot to put some in my bag. Oh well I'll just borrow some of Harrys. But what if Zayn sees? There won't be a difference. I opened the door to hear Harrys muffled snores in the pillow. Breakfast was laid out on a tray on the bed. I covered my mouth with my hand. No i'm not in love with Harry. I'm not in love with the way he holds me when I cry or the way he makes me feel safe or the way his hand fits in mine i'm not in love with him. I quietly moved the tray to the bedside table and crawled in next to Harry. He groggily opened his eyes and smiled at me. "I made you breakfast babe but it might be cold," he said blinking his eyes. "Babe I should be going I told Zayn I would be home early," I whispered, brushing his hair out of his face. He frowned and closed his eyes. "Why did you do that," he asked. "You and the boys will probably be over later anyway babe," I reassured him. He smiled and I leaned in and kissed his cheek. I pulled my hoodie over my shoulders and sneakers over my feet and started out the door. Light snowflakes stuck to my eyelashes and eyebrows as I walked down the street. I rounded the corner to our house and saw one single dandelion sticking up through the side walk. I plucked it between my index finger and thumb and picked the petals off one by one. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. I guess Harry does love me but i'm not ready to give away my heart again. It can't be broken again. I don't think I could take the pain.  

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