Creep

Harry's POV

Fuzzy. Warm. Loved?

All things Parker made me feel.

Flashbacks of the hug have been circling my mind for the past couple hours. I could still feel her petite body close to mine. The way her breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine. The way her dark hair smelled of strawberries and flowers. I could still hear her soft voice in my head whispering “thank you”.

I don’t quite know what the thank you was for though. Was it for saving her from Grayson? Surely not, I mean just this morning she blew up at me for it. Her harsh words still stung me. I don’t know what she meant by them. For example why was she saying no one was supposed to know? Is she embarrassed? It’s not her fault at all, what happened to her was horrible.I was just trying to do the right thing and stick up for her. I didn’t want to make it seem like she’s weak. If it had been all those guys against me, I probably would be in the same position. Plus I can’t help it. I’ve loved her for as long as I can remember and no will ever lay a fucking finger on her on my watch. It hurts me enough to see her with another guy, let alone one that will hurt her.

She’s left me so many unanswered questions. I want to figure her out. She’s so perplexing and secretive. That’s one of the many things I love about her, but still it drives me insane. I didn’t even know she could sing until today, but boy can she. Her voice was soft but with a bit of a rasp to it. It was unique and undeniably her own. The song choice she chose was fitting. Me being the creep and her being Parker. I want to love her but I know I shouldn’t. She is living her own life and doesn’t want me in the narrative. I tried to change myself in order to impress her but it never works. I went from Harry Styles, average teen with a squeaky clean image, to Harry Styles tough, tattooed, man whore, who’s part of a gang. The change wasn’t just for her though. I was tired of being a nerd and a loser. I wanted more, so more I got.

“ Harry,” I heard my sister Gemma yell from downstairs. Sighing I went downstairs and stopped dead in my tracks.

There in the doorway stood Grayson Moore, with a prominent black eye. He had a eerie smirk on his face which immediately dropped to a stone cold glare when he saw me. Gemma was standing with a confused look on her face. I realized the smirk he was giving earlier was aimed at her. Anger boiled inside of me and my overprotective instincts kicked in. I stepped in front Gemma hiding her from his disgusting smirk and puffed my chest sending daggers with my eyes at him.

“ Long time no see Harold,” Grayson said in a deep voice.

Notes

Sorry this ones shorter. Updates soon, but I mean I have school, so maybe not too soon. Any feedback would be lovely (: