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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3. Why can't we kiss and mean it

Later on in the evening around 6 all the boys finally left. It was just me and Zayn. "Zayn can I spend the night at Dana's," I asked shyly. "Sure is she gonna come pick you up or do you want me to take you," Zayn asked. "I was thinking of walking," I answered, as I walked towards the stairs. Zayn never answered, I knew he would be fine with it. I knew the way to Harry's house like the back of my hand. I had been there many times. Of course Zayn didn't know that. I pushed open my bedroom door and crawled on the floor to look for a bag under the bed. I found my cheetah print duffel bag from cheer and opened it on the bed. I opened the closet doors and grabbed the cutest pajamas I had. They just so happened to be a crop top that said "I Need Coffee" with coffee beans all over them and short shorts that said "Coffee" across the butt. I grabbed my hair brush, deodorant,  perfume, panties, and a bra and stuffed them all in the bag. I pulled my favorite ripped skinny jeans and my favorite muscle top and bandeau from the closet. What was I forgetting. My toothbrush and toothpaste. I ran into the bathroom and grabbed them both. I grabbed my converse along the way. I zipped up my bag and threw it over my shoulder. I booked it down the stairs. "I'm leaving Zayn," I shouted as I walked out the door. I started the way to Harry's. This was easy to play off cause Dana and Harry lived on the same block. The cold winter air nipped at my face. I wrapped my arms inside the jumper from this morning. God I was gonna freeze to death tonight with those pajamas. But on the other hand I wouldn't I've seen Harry's bed. I've been in it too. It would keep me warm. So would Harry. He's the type of guy who wraps himself around you while he sleeps. It makes sleeping with him incredibly comfortable and warm. I rounded the corner to Harrys street and walked the four houses down. I stopped in front of his house and took a deep breath. I walked up the stone pathway and knocked on his door. In a matter of seconds he was standing in front of me in his boxers. "Hi babe," he said, his mouth full of food. I stepped into his warm awaiting embrace and wrapped my arms around his waist. He nestled his face into my hair and I breathed in his scent. I pulled away from him and took in the familiar surroundings. Harry leaned down and puckered his lips. I put my hand up in the air and pushed his face away from me. He grabbed my wrist and held them to my side. "Why can't we kiss and mean it we already kissed earlier," Harry said, sounding frustrated. "Because Harry I don't wanna fall in love again I was already hurt once, why can't you understand that," I screamed. "Why can't you understand that I won't hurt you," he screamed back.  Hot and thick tears slid down my cheeks. I pushed past Harry into the kitchen. "Caila please wait," Harry whispered after me. I spun on my heels to face him. "What Harry what do you want, to scream at me some more. Because i'm not ready to kiss you. Everyone always asks me why my guard is up. It's because I made the mistake of kissing a guy who hurt me. I don't want that to happen again Harry," I screamed. He looked shocked, Almost as if he had been hit by a tidal wave. He opened his mouth as if he had something to say but no words came out. He was speechless. I walked into the bedroom and shut the door behind me. I changed into my pajamas, brushed my teeth, put my hair into a ponytail, and opened the door. "Harry," I called out into the living room. I heard shuffling and the couch squeaked. A red faced, puffy eyed Harry Styles appeared in front of me. "Yea babe," he asked. "I can't sleep without you," I whispered into his chest. He smiled against my hair and swept me off my feet. He carried me over to his bed and stripped the blankets down with one hand. He layed me on the mattress and pulled the blankets up over me. A few seconds later the bed shifted on the other side and I could feel the warmth of his chest against my back. He laid his arm over me and pulled me closer to him. 

a.n.- Should she kiss him??? Should she not??? Let me know what you think. Feedback guys??? No hate... xx ~jillian

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