Loose Change (Harry Styles) [BOOK 2]

The kiss was something I don't think I will ever forget. He made this electric feeling go through out my body like lightning that I have never quite felt before. I felt as if I were magnetic, to him and it was so hard to just break a part. Sure I've been kissed before, but no one has ever kissed me the way Harry had. It seemed as if he maybe possibly felt the same feeling I felt, feel. My mind went blur as I felt my hands go through his hair and he rolled me over so then I was on top of him. His arms were snaked around my waist and he pulled me in closer, so that I was practically laying on him.
There was glow coming from the moon light that just amplified the moment, making everything even more intense. My stomach was twisted up in knots and I could just feel the amount of heat that rose to my cheeks. I probably looked like a tomato.
When we both pulled away, our breaths were both heavy, his lips as well as mine both slightly swollen. I was holding myself up by pressing my hands down softly on his chest, and his eyes were so soft yet intense as they stared at me. He caressed my cheek softly, just observing every inch of my face and I leaned my head against his hand in a loving way.
I didn't know what to make of that moment and I still don't, but all I know is that when I finally rested on him, and when he held me tight in his arms and hummed a peaceful lullaby into my ear, I've never felt safer in my whole entire being.
It's now morning and the sun is shining, along with birds chirping joyfully around us. We're both now laying next to each other side by side, his arm snaked around my waist, and his head resting in the crook of my neck. There's a white comforter on top of us, and I'm guessing that Harry got up and grabbed it from his house at night while I was asleep and placed it over us. The fact that he wanted to lay with me, makes my heart beat faster in my chest and I can't help the smile on my face.
Last night was just so... I don't even know how to put it into words. He told me something about his past, and even though it wasn't everything, it was something and it warms my heart. By the look of his face the whole time, I could tell that he's never told anyone before, adding to my adoration for this human being beside me.
I lift up my hand to his head and I begin to just play with his hair. I don't want to wake him up, so I decide to just stay still. Besides, this position is comforting to me for some reason. The smell of his cologne, the way his hair is tickling my neck a little, and just his presence over all is delightful and serene.
I wish we could just stay here together the whole day and just do nothing. We could make sandwiches and have a picnic outside, enjoy the atmosphere, or even just go inside and watch a movie marathon. As long as we would be together, I wouldn't mind anything. And that's the thing that confuses as well as terrifies me. I'm starting to get these 'clingy' thoughts about him and I shouldn't be feeling this way. I'm unsure of his own feelings and I don't want to be forming all these fantasies and possibilities in my mind, because they most likely won't happen. Besides, Harry doesn't seem like the relationship type.
So right now, I think I'm just going to enjoy this moment and hope for the best like the fool that I am.
I hear a few muffled words next to me and I quickly shake my thoughts.
"Jane?"
I feel his head leave its position and I turn myself to face him. A lazy smile is plastered on his face as he pulls me closer to him.
I feel myself flush at his action, which I think he notices since he begins to chuckle.
"Hi." He whispers, both of our noses touching.
"H-hi." I respond.
A small piece of his hair is falling on his face and I carefully bring my hand up to it, pulling it back.
His smile fades and he begins to stare at me intensely. It's only the morning and he's already making me feel this flustered. Oh god, I've really fallen for this boy.
"Did you sleep good?" I question, trying to calm myself down.
"Yeah. Haven't slept outside since I was a kid." he responds, his small smile returning.
Sleeping outside isn't really anything new to me, since I've had to do it countless of times for the past five years, but I really don't want to ruin the mood by mentioning my depressing past, so I just nod.
"I'm glad."
He just chuckles.
"What about you? How was your sleep?"
Amazing since you were here.
"Good. Um did you get this blanket?" I ask.
"Yeah. It got quite chilly last night and you were shivering so I just grabbed the one on my bed. I hope that was okay I me-"
"Yeah of course. Thank you." I interrupt.
He looked a little nervous and he soon smiled again at my words. Ugh he's seriously going to be the end of me.
I feel him stare at me a while longer before his cheeks flush slightly. Oh Harry.
He moves away and sits himself up, making me feel slightly disappointed at the missing contact. I decide to do the same, pulling the blanket along with me, since it's still a little cold.
I feel myself shiver a little and I notice how his eyes widen at my action.
"Oh god, you must be freezing in your clothes. Let's go inside I'll get you some warmer ones."
He rapidly stands up and helps me up as well, before I follow him back inside the house. I grab my shoes that are still resting where I left them and I step inside the massive mansion.
Warmth hits me, and I feel myself close my eyes in comfort before I hear the door from behind me close.
I open my eyes to see Harry rushing passed me.
"Follow me." He states as he disappears into the hallway.
I quickly catch up to him to see how he's now in his room.
What?
I walk in, my eyes roaming the space.
His room is very messy, actually trashed looking with dirty clothes, beer cans, and crumpled up pieces of paper everywhere. What happened? And why was he drinking so much?
I think Harry notices my astonishment as he rubs the back of his neck.
"Oh um sorry for the room. I didn't think anyone would actually be coming." He apologizes, his words making me flush as the memories of last night play through my mind.
"It's f-fine." I simply reply, receiving a nod from him as response before he walks to his closet.
My eyes lock on his window that is there right when you walk in, and I smile at the sight of the blue sky. Today's a beautiful day isn't it?
My smile almost instantly falters once I notice how my drawing is in a different frame. This time the frame is slightly smaller, still bigger than the drawing, and is made of a copper colored metal that is slightly rusted.
He got a new one? I wonder what happened to the other one. It probably just fell and broke or something.
"Try these on."
I turn my head to see Harry walking up to me with a light blue dress shirt, boxers, and a pair of long black socks. I could've just put on the clothes he bought me, but I'm not sure if he gave them away already and I also don't want to seem rude so I don't question it.
"I would give you a pair of sweat pants, but I think they would be too long on you." He states as I examine the clothes that are now in my hold.
I look up at him and I just nod my head.
"It's fine. Thank you. I really appreciate." I return.
He just smiles and nods back, his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
We just both stand there awkwardly and I don't really know what to do.
"Um I'm going to go dress in the bathroom." I announce.
Before I can turn I feel him tap my shoulder.
"You can change here. It's not a big deal."
"Okay."
After a few seconds of silence, I clear my throat.
"Um aren't you going to..." I begin.
He doesn't seriously think I'm going to undress in front of him does he?
He chuckles a little and I cock an eyebrow.
"What?" I question.
"I've had to change you myself before Jane. Remember? It's not a big deal." He says as he sits himself on the edge of his bed, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.
I throw one of the socks at him, causing him and myself to both laugh.
"Fine. Fine. You win. I'll leave, but meet me in the kitchen when you're done."
I nod my head and smile victoriously before he walks out and closes the door behind him.
I roll my eyes and snort before I place my shoes down, I put the clothes on his bed and I begin to unzip and undo my dress.
I realize how my hair is still in a high pony tail and I decide to take the hair tie off, since I'm beginning to feel a little dizzy due to the tightness of its hold.
Automatic relief is felt and I wear the hair tie on my right wrist as I begin to put my small arms through the very long sleeves of Harry's shirt. As I button it up, I can't help but pull up the collar of the shirt to my nose. It smells like him.
Okay Jane. Calm down.
I shake my head a little and I begin to slip on the boxer shorts. I remember how long they we're on me the first time I wore them, well not this exact pair, but still. They are up to my knees and indeed I do feel warmer.
I grab the sock I threw at him that is now resting on the floor and I roll it up over my right foot and I do the same with the other one over my left.
I must look like a munchkin in this outfit, since the sleeves go passed my hands and the boxers are over sized.
I run my hands through my hair and I decide to put it all on the right side of my face, before I fold the dress neatly and I place it on his bed before walking out of his room.
The smell of eggs and toast is polluting the hall and I hear myself hum as it suffocates my senses. Dang I'm pretty hungry.
"It smells good." I say as I enter the kitchen to see Harry turning off the oven top and then grabbing two plates filled with food right after.
His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and his hair is a little messy, making him look very very very attractive.
He places the two plates down on the table.
"Well thank you. I do try my be-"
He stops himself from finishing his sentence when he turns around and faces me.
The room is dead silent as he walks closer to me, his eyes raking up and down my body. Oh God I must look terrible. I wouldn't be surprised if he laughed at me. My makeup is most likely smudged and even though I fixed my hair a little, it must be a little frizzy.
I feel a little insecure as I look down, my cheeks blazing red.
My head soon looks up as I feel Harry point my chin upwards to look at him.
"I see the clothes fit." he whispers as his eyes stare at my lips.
He soon licks his own before meeting my gaze.
"Um I mean they're a little big, but I-" I begin, but am interrupted when I feel him place his lips on my forehead, leaving me paralyzed.
"It looks perfect."
I just nod my head, causing him to smile slightly before he lets go of my chin and wraps his hand around my wrist, walking me to the table.
We both sit down across from each other and begin eating.
The eggs are really good and I close my eyes to savor the taste. All I've really had at Kat's was cereal and cookies.
I hear Harry chuckle at my reaction and I quickly open my eyes chuckling myself.
"They're really good." I admit.
He shrugs and takes a sip from his mug.
"They're alright."
"Don't be so humble. They really are. I thought Niall's were good, but yours are awesome."
He scrunches up his nose in an adorable way, making me want to explode.
"I am so flattered. Wait till Niall hears this, he thinks he's the best cook ever."
I laugh a little, but then feel my eyes widen at the realization.
"Niall oh my god! How is he and Eli? What about Louis and the rest! Oh no I hope they're fine I mean what if something bad happened or wh-"
My whole body suddenly calms as Harry's hand rests on mine.
"Don't worry Jane. They're fine. They all are. Niall actually called me while you were getting dressed and told me how they stayed at a hotel nearby and he was on his way to take Eli to the airport."
Relief spreads through my body and I take a deep breath.
"This is all my fault. If I didn't talk to that stupid waitress, none of this would've happened." I admit as I use my free hand to rub my face up and down.
"None of this is your fault Jane. That waitress just had nothing better to do with her life and you just didn't know." He says calmingly as I feel him wrap his fingers around my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"Why did I have to talk to her though? I mean I've been perfectly fine holding in all my freaking problems for the past few days and I just had to let all my feelings out to this random stranger."
Silence.
I reanalyze the words that just came out of my mouth and I close my eyes from embarrassment. I release my hand from his and I place it on my lap.
"I-I'm sorry Harry. I always have to ruin everything and I just- I'm sorry."
"What did you talk to her about?" I hear him mutter.
I open my eyes slowly and I see how serious he looks.
"Nothing I-"
"What did you talk to her about?" He repeats.
I glance down at the table and I begin to trace circles on it with my index finger.
"You."
I can't look at him. Am I really going to tell him?
"What about me?"
I feel my stomach turn, and I don't know what to do right now.
Instead my hands grab my plate and my body scoots out of the chair, my feet leading me to the garbage as I throw the remaining food away. I hear footsteps and my whole body begins to shake.
I can hear his breathing from behind me and I just tighten my grasp around the plate nervously.
"What about me?" He repeats again, his warm breath hitting my ear.
"You kissed me last night Harry and I...I kissed you back. You should know." I simply reply, not daring to face him.
"That's not a real answer Jane. I want to hear it from you. I want you to look at me and tell me."
My hand shakes a little and I take a deep breath and slowly turn around. His body is towering over me and his features soften once I look him straight in the eye.
"I really care about you Harry. I really do." I whisper.
He open his mouth to say something, but quickly closes it before grabbing the plate from my hands and walking to the sink.
I just stare at him washing it, and I feel very confused as well as a little hurt. Did I say too much? I didn't tell him specifically that I love him, but what if he senses it and I freaked him out?
"Harry?" I ask. Not knowing what I'm going to say if he actually responds.
"Can you bring me my plate and the cups please?"
I feel my heart ache in my chest a little.
"Yeah um sure."
I walk to the table and I grab everything, my eyes starting to water a little.
Don't cry. Don't cry.
I pass him the things and he just washes them as I continue standing next to him, wanting him to say something.
"Harry?" I repeat.
"Get your dress and your shoes Jane. Katherine must be worried. I'll take you back right after I finish here."
How does he know that I am even staying over her house and why is he acting like this?
"W-what?" I ask, hoping that he just made a mistake or something in what he said.
"Go get your things."
My heart shatters and I just nod before I walk back to his room to grab my dress and my shoes.
...
The car ride wasn't awkward, it wasn't happy, it wasn't depressing, it was just quiet. He didn't even glance at me, or maybe he did and I just didn't notice since he's hiding his eyes behind black sunglasses. But the thing is that he never wears sunglasses.
My dress and my shoes are on my lap and I'm just playing with the loose yellow thread that is hanging from the hem.
He's turning into the recognizable neighborhood and I just look over at him, hoping he'll say something.
"I hope we see each other again soon." I say, trying to spark up a conversation.
Nothing.
"Maybe you can even show me how to climb a tree." I add, forcing a chuckle out of my mouth.
Nothing again. I just see how he grips the steering wheel tighter.
He stops in front of apartment building five, Katherine's and stops the car.
"We're here." He states.
I look over at him and I open my mouth to say something, but I quickly close it again.
"Thanks." I mutter, not wanting to humiliate myself any further.
I take my seatbelt off and I quickly get out of the car, closing it behind me.
He finally looks at me one more time, licking his lips before shaking his head and driving off without another word. And at that moment, I feel a drop touch my nose and then another.
The weather again reflects my emotions as it turned from a bright blue sky to now a gray and dark rain storm. And after waiting a few more minutes in hopes that he would return, I eventually give up and begin to walk upstairs to join Katherine in eating cereal and most likely cookies once again.

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