Keep Me Warm
Chapter 8
*Sophie's POV*
"Do you want to go out to dinner with me?" Harry smiled as he walked across the room.
The question caught me by surprise, and I had to think about it for a minute before responding. I'd been scared just to step out of the flat, and the thought of going out at night terrified me. Fear had caused my stomach to twist into knots as my body tensed before I looked at him, patiently waiting for me to make my decision. My body relaxed as I looked into his eyes, and I knew he would keep me safe.
"I'd go anywhere with you." I said, letting another smile creep on my face.
"That's not what I asked," he looked deep into my eyes as he softened his expression even further, "I asked if you wanted to."
"Yes, I would love to." His eyes lit up as an excited grin revealed his dimples. Adorable. He immediately befan walking to his closet. "What are you doing?" He stopped in his tracks and looked back at me.
"I'm just going to get changed..."
"Oh no you're not!" He looked at me with a confused expression. "I love what you're wearing now," I smiled as his grin reappeared.
"Alright," he paused. "Well then I get to pick out what you're wearing." His smile begame mischievous as his gaze met my nervous one, then he began walking towards me, leaning down when he reached me. "Don't worry, I'll be kind." His hot breath tickled my neck as he whispered in my ear, making a chill run down my spine as I giggled.
Before I could question him any further, he escaped the room. I heard him shuffling around in my room nextdoor before he returned, making me smile as I observed what he held. He'd chosen clothing very similar to his. He held a white t-shirt and a pair of my light, distressed skinny jeans. I looked up to find him already looking at me, and I laughed in confusion as he looked down at my exposed chest and walked out of the room. He then returned holding a white tank top and placed it on the bed in front of me. I laughed again, knowing that he'd done this out of concern for my bra showing through. How sweet. He knew why I'd laughed and smiled at me sweetly as I began putting the clothes on.
I examined myself in the mirror, trying to focus more on my outfit than the injuries I had yet to examine. This was the first time I'd paid attention to the mirror out, fearing the possible appearance of my reflection. I held in my gasp as I leaned forward towards the mirror as I ran my fingers down my neck. A faint trail of discoloration showed, but I was more concerned about the bruising around my eye. I couldn't go out in public like this.
My thoughts were interrupted as I looked behind myself in the mirror and saw Harry sitting on the bed behind me. As soon as our eyes met, he looked away and acted as if he hadn't been watching my reaction. His eyes had began to redden above the dark circles that had yet to fade, and I saw the glare of a tear in the corner of his averted eye. I didn't want to say anything or point it out, figuring he already knew I'd seen it. I turned around and smiled at him, trying to restore his cheerful mood.
"So, Mr. Styles, this is great and all, but I can't help but feel that something is missing." His sad eyes followed my gesture as I pointed towards my bare feet.
I was releaved to see his smile return as he thought of the exact pair he was going to get. He ran to my room and returned with a pair of socks and my white hightops that h'ed gotten me for christmas. He handed them to me then disappeared in his closet, and I smiled knowing exactly what he was retrieving. It was no surprise as he walked back out with his matching pair of shoes.
We both sat on the bed and began putting our socks and shoes on. I couldn't help but grin seeing how we put them on the same way. Once I'd slid my feet in, I decided that I didn't feel like tucking in my jeans, and let them rest over the shoe. Finally, I admitted to myself that this was because I wanted to match Harry more, but still left them that way. We both finished at the same time and looked up at each other.
"Come look at how cute we are!" I said, dragging him to the mirror before silently admiring how perfect he was. He looked in the mirror and his cheeks immediately reddened as his smile was revealed. I saw my reflection and the anxiety filled me agian. "I'll be right back." I smiled, trying to hide the agony I felt upon looking at the haunting being that looked back at me in the mirror.
I rushed to my room and fumbled through my makeup drawer. It felt strange going in my room for the first time again. I had forgotten what it smelled like, and I stood there for a minute before deciding that I liked Harry's room better. I loved the way that Harry smelled. I shook away my distracting thoughts and countinued through the drawer before I began covering the bruises as best I could. I didn't really mind going out in public like this, I couldn't care less honestly. Harry would never hurt me, and it was the fact that people might think that he had done this that bothered me.
*Sophie's POV*
The radio was blasting 'Can't Hold Us' by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis and Harry and I sang it loudly as I danced foolishly in the passenger's seat. I liked that I could be myself around him, and he always made me laugh. When the song ended, Harry reached over for the volume and switched it off.
"Where do you want to go?" He smiled hearing me ask.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" I laughed as a skeptical look appeared on his face before he removed his hands from the steering wheel as he gestured towards it. I shifted in my seat and leaned towards him, resting my hand on his shoulder.
"Surprise me." I whispered his ear, smiling as I watched goosebumps raise on his skin before returning to my original position.
I gazed at the side of his face that was focused on the road in front of him. He was perfect from every aspect and angle. I watched as his serious expression was broken as he smirked. Shit. He'd seen me staring at him. A smile grew on my face, but I still didn't look away. I wanted to take in every second I spent with him.
"What?" He laughed as he quickly glanced at me, then focused his eyes back on the road.
"Just admiring the view" I laughed as he shifted slighlty before he bit onto his bottom lip to hold back his smile as he blushed.
I was please when we pulled into a restaurant that didn't appear to be to fancy or --most importantly-- too expensive. I had been off work for the past few weeks and didn't really have much money left to spend. Harry always offered to pay since he was never hurting with money. I guess that's how life is when you're in one of the most famous bands in the world. Still, I always politley refused his offers. I wanted to be able to pay for myself, maybe it had something to do with pride. Pride? I laughed. What pride? Harry got out and opened my door as I grabbed the wallet out of my bag.
"What do you think you're doing?" He laughed, eying my wallet before he snatched it away and placed it back in the car.
"But I-"
"No way! Are you mad?! I asked you to dinner and I want to pay for it. I AM paying for it," he demanded with a smile, chuckling at my playful scowl.
"Fine," I gave up as my face softened into a grin.
We began to walk towards the restaurant, and the darkness that surrounded us made my body beg for his warmth and touch. My despracy was short-lived as I felt his warm fingers gently part mine, interlocking our fingers as he gripped onto my hand. I looked up at him and found a grin that mimicked my own before I tightened my grip. I looked deep into his green eyes that sparkled back at me, and I knew I'd never seen anything more beautiful. I felt the warmth and protection run through my body, and there was nowhere else in the world that I wanted to be.
"Do you want to go out to dinner with me?" Harry smiled as he walked across the room.
The question caught me by surprise, and I had to think about it for a minute before responding. I'd been scared just to step out of the flat, and the thought of going out at night terrified me. Fear had caused my stomach to twist into knots as my body tensed before I looked at him, patiently waiting for me to make my decision. My body relaxed as I looked into his eyes, and I knew he would keep me safe.
"I'd go anywhere with you." I said, letting another smile creep on my face.
"That's not what I asked," he looked deep into my eyes as he softened his expression even further, "I asked if you wanted to."
"Yes, I would love to." His eyes lit up as an excited grin revealed his dimples. Adorable. He immediately befan walking to his closet. "What are you doing?" He stopped in his tracks and looked back at me.
"I'm just going to get changed..."
"Oh no you're not!" He looked at me with a confused expression. "I love what you're wearing now," I smiled as his grin reappeared.
"Alright," he paused. "Well then I get to pick out what you're wearing." His smile begame mischievous as his gaze met my nervous one, then he began walking towards me, leaning down when he reached me. "Don't worry, I'll be kind." His hot breath tickled my neck as he whispered in my ear, making a chill run down my spine as I giggled.
Before I could question him any further, he escaped the room. I heard him shuffling around in my room nextdoor before he returned, making me smile as I observed what he held. He'd chosen clothing very similar to his. He held a white t-shirt and a pair of my light, distressed skinny jeans. I looked up to find him already looking at me, and I laughed in confusion as he looked down at my exposed chest and walked out of the room. He then returned holding a white tank top and placed it on the bed in front of me. I laughed again, knowing that he'd done this out of concern for my bra showing through. How sweet. He knew why I'd laughed and smiled at me sweetly as I began putting the clothes on.
I examined myself in the mirror, trying to focus more on my outfit than the injuries I had yet to examine. This was the first time I'd paid attention to the mirror out, fearing the possible appearance of my reflection. I held in my gasp as I leaned forward towards the mirror as I ran my fingers down my neck. A faint trail of discoloration showed, but I was more concerned about the bruising around my eye. I couldn't go out in public like this.
My thoughts were interrupted as I looked behind myself in the mirror and saw Harry sitting on the bed behind me. As soon as our eyes met, he looked away and acted as if he hadn't been watching my reaction. His eyes had began to redden above the dark circles that had yet to fade, and I saw the glare of a tear in the corner of his averted eye. I didn't want to say anything or point it out, figuring he already knew I'd seen it. I turned around and smiled at him, trying to restore his cheerful mood.
"So, Mr. Styles, this is great and all, but I can't help but feel that something is missing." His sad eyes followed my gesture as I pointed towards my bare feet.
I was releaved to see his smile return as he thought of the exact pair he was going to get. He ran to my room and returned with a pair of socks and my white hightops that h'ed gotten me for christmas. He handed them to me then disappeared in his closet, and I smiled knowing exactly what he was retrieving. It was no surprise as he walked back out with his matching pair of shoes.
We both sat on the bed and began putting our socks and shoes on. I couldn't help but grin seeing how we put them on the same way. Once I'd slid my feet in, I decided that I didn't feel like tucking in my jeans, and let them rest over the shoe. Finally, I admitted to myself that this was because I wanted to match Harry more, but still left them that way. We both finished at the same time and looked up at each other.
"Come look at how cute we are!" I said, dragging him to the mirror before silently admiring how perfect he was. He looked in the mirror and his cheeks immediately reddened as his smile was revealed. I saw my reflection and the anxiety filled me agian. "I'll be right back." I smiled, trying to hide the agony I felt upon looking at the haunting being that looked back at me in the mirror.
I rushed to my room and fumbled through my makeup drawer. It felt strange going in my room for the first time again. I had forgotten what it smelled like, and I stood there for a minute before deciding that I liked Harry's room better. I loved the way that Harry smelled. I shook away my distracting thoughts and countinued through the drawer before I began covering the bruises as best I could. I didn't really mind going out in public like this, I couldn't care less honestly. Harry would never hurt me, and it was the fact that people might think that he had done this that bothered me.
*Sophie's POV*
The radio was blasting 'Can't Hold Us' by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis and Harry and I sang it loudly as I danced foolishly in the passenger's seat. I liked that I could be myself around him, and he always made me laugh. When the song ended, Harry reached over for the volume and switched it off.
"Where do you want to go?" He smiled hearing me ask.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" I laughed as a skeptical look appeared on his face before he removed his hands from the steering wheel as he gestured towards it. I shifted in my seat and leaned towards him, resting my hand on his shoulder.
"Surprise me." I whispered his ear, smiling as I watched goosebumps raise on his skin before returning to my original position.
I gazed at the side of his face that was focused on the road in front of him. He was perfect from every aspect and angle. I watched as his serious expression was broken as he smirked. Shit. He'd seen me staring at him. A smile grew on my face, but I still didn't look away. I wanted to take in every second I spent with him.
"What?" He laughed as he quickly glanced at me, then focused his eyes back on the road.
"Just admiring the view" I laughed as he shifted slighlty before he bit onto his bottom lip to hold back his smile as he blushed.
I was please when we pulled into a restaurant that didn't appear to be to fancy or --most importantly-- too expensive. I had been off work for the past few weeks and didn't really have much money left to spend. Harry always offered to pay since he was never hurting with money. I guess that's how life is when you're in one of the most famous bands in the world. Still, I always politley refused his offers. I wanted to be able to pay for myself, maybe it had something to do with pride. Pride? I laughed. What pride? Harry got out and opened my door as I grabbed the wallet out of my bag.
"What do you think you're doing?" He laughed, eying my wallet before he snatched it away and placed it back in the car.
"But I-"
"No way! Are you mad?! I asked you to dinner and I want to pay for it. I AM paying for it," he demanded with a smile, chuckling at my playful scowl.
"Fine," I gave up as my face softened into a grin.
We began to walk towards the restaurant, and the darkness that surrounded us made my body beg for his warmth and touch. My despracy was short-lived as I felt his warm fingers gently part mine, interlocking our fingers as he gripped onto my hand. I looked up at him and found a grin that mimicked my own before I tightened my grip. I looked deep into his green eyes that sparkled back at me, and I knew I'd never seen anything more beautiful. I felt the warmth and protection run through my body, and there was nowhere else in the world that I wanted to be.
Notes
Technology hates me all the sudden. Sorry everyone /:This is kind of a filler chapter, but it has some key points in it.
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