You Blew My Mind

Kiara's POV

"Kiara?" Emilia pulled me from my gaze on Harry.

"Yes?" I forced my body to turn around and face Emilia.


"Well he's something, isn't he," she giggled after she whispered in my ear. I looked back to Harry who was starring at me with a smirk and walked back to the sofa; as I tried seeking some kind of distraction from the beauty in the room. I had no idea why he scared and fascinated me at the same time, but I wasn't planning on getting close to him at all. Not with that devilish yet handsome smirk that seemed to permanently be on his face. Emilia joined me on the sofa along with Niall and I sat awkwardly in my own silence as everyone around me started talking to each other. Gemma told me there was beers in the kitchen and Emilia begged me to get some for us, so there I was, making my way to the kitchen. Just as I took two beers from the packet, there was heavy breathing on my neck, sending chills that I didn't want down my body.

"I told you we'd meet again," that familiar thick British accent spoke in a whisper to me, sending yet more chills through my body.


I turned around and faced Harry with the beers occupying my hands. "Hello, Harry,"

He looked down at me with that same, scary yet breathtaking, smirk, and then I felt a hand on my lower back, making me suck in a breath. "Even more lovelier as I remembered," he muttered before he bend down a bit to reach my length. He took in the smell of my hair, making me close my eyes. "Tell me," he pulled away and looked down at me again. "Are you staying for a while?"


"After I finish this I'm leaving," I told him as I held up the beers.


"Two?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"One is for Emilia," I looked down at the bottles.

I heard a thick yet soft laughter before the hand on my lower back pulled me towards his body, making a gasp escape my mouth. "At least I have an effect on you," he smirked again.


"I should, erm, go," I awkwardly walked past him. I joined the rest of the-who seemed like rebel-young adults in the living room and handed Emilia her drink. She was practically sitting on the blonde-Niall's?-lap, making me want to gag. Harry joined who I remembered as Zayn and Perrie and rested his hands on his knees. He glanced at me every now and then, and every time he would send a wink in my direction, causing my cheeks to redden. When Harry looked away, I took in his appearance. His tight, black jeans hugged his legs perfectly; showing off his muscled legs. He lift his right hand and brushed through his wild curls with his fingers, causing his shirt to lift up. More tattoos peaked from under his shirt and I took a sip of my beer to calm the nerves due to his body. He caught be looking at his body and lifted his shirt with a smirk, making me spit out all of the beer that was in my mouth.


"Are you ok?" Emilia asked me with a worried look. Her lips were swollen due to the make out she had with Niall. I gave her a small nod and looked down to the beer bottle in my hand.

"I just need the bathroom," I told her softly as I stood up.


"I can show you," Gemma offered with a smile.


"Actually, I was just going to my room, I could take her," Harry stood up then straightened out his shirt. I sent him a glare but knew that he would have won, so I agreed anyway. Harry started walking and I slowly followed; doing my best to keep some distance between us. Harry opened a door and motioned for me to step in, which I did, but regretted as soon as I saw that it was a bedroom.


"The bathroom is in there," he pointed to a door in the room. I shook my head and rushed over to the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind me. Once I looked at myself in the mirror, I gasped. I looked like a mess. And there was beer everywhere over my shirt. I took a towel that was laid on the toilet seat and pressed it on my semi-wet shirt. I sighed after failing to dry the wetness and gave up as I marched out of the bathroom.


"What's up?" Harry asked. He was sat on his bed with his phone in his hands.

"I need to go to Emilia's place. I need a new shirt," I softly told him as I brushed over my shirt. There was movement in the room before something soft was tossed at me. I looked up at Harry before bending down to pick the clothing up.

"I can't wear this," I told him as I looked at the navy blue button up shirt.


"You will. Go change in the bathroom," he pointed towards his bathroom. I wanted to tell him no, but a voice in my head told me not to cross any bad lines with the beauty who frightened me. I nodded and walked back to the bathroom then locked the door again. Never in my life have I been scared of a man, and Harry did nothing to scare me really, he simply intimidated me and that scared the hell out of me. I pulled my shirt over my head and pressed my arms into the baggy sleeves. I buttoned up the shirt and looked at myself in the mirror. Never before that day have I wore a guy's shirt before and it made me uncomfortable. My eyes landed on my hair, that was then a mess due to the shirt I pulled over my head. I took the rubber band from my arm and made my hair into a messy bun. I walked out of the bathroom to find Harry laying on the bed with his eyes closed. I tried my best to softly exit the room, but Harry's voice stopped me in my tracks.


"Where are you going?"

"Back to the living room," I told him as I turned around in the doorway.


He stood up from the bed and walked over to me. His eyes scanned over my face before I was pressed against the wall. Harry's hands were place on both sides of my head as he leaned closer to me. Yet again, he took in the smell of my hair.

"I can tell that you're a good girl," he breathed on my ear. I shivered and looked up at him. "I like good girls," he smirked.


In what felt like a second, his lips were on mine. My thoughts disappeared and my mind was empty as his lips traced mine. He forced his tongue into my mouth and kissed me more fiercely. I gathered all of my strength and pushed his body away from mine. Harry frowned at me then took a step closer to me.


"I refuse to be another of your toys," I barked at him.


His frown faded and he smiled at me, a real smile, not the same corny smirk. His dimples showed more deeply and his smile touched his eyes, making me want to keep the moment of the smiling beauty. "I don't have toys," he told me. His one hand reached for my cheek and he brushed some hair from my face. "I simply kissed you because you're hot," he chuckled.

"Hot? Do I look like a temperature?" I raised my voice at him.


"A very warm temperature," his warm smile turned into that devilish smirk yet again. "Especially in my shirt," his left eye fell into a wink.

I shook my head and rushed out of his room.


"I'll be seeing you around," I heard Harry's voice behind me.

I didn't feel like arguing with Emilia about leaving, so I grabbed my keys and walked out of the house in a hurry.

"Are you leaving?" Gemma asked me as she walked out of the house too.


"Yes," I nodded. "I have some things to do," I told her as I sighed at the gate that was protected by a password.

Gemma walked over to the gate and pressed in a code before smiling at me. "I hope I see you again, Kiara," she hugged me.


I wished to see her too, but Harry, I didn't want to see at all.

Notes

"Don't be fooled love, I'm the devil in disguise."

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