Never See Me Giving In

Skye

“Urgh! There’s going to be paparazzi outside and I look bloody horrible,” I complained leaning on Louis in exhaustion from dancing all night.

“You don’t look horrible! You look amazing,” Lilly said smiling at me largely. I smiled back at her happily; she seemed like a really sweet girl.

We walked outside and I tried to shield my eyes from the flashes and somewhere in the chaos I lost Harry and I ended up in a cab with Danielle and Eleanor. We stayed silent for a while all of us incredibly tired.

The moment we pulled up outside the apartments Harry was there paying our driver before any of us could reach for our purses. I climbed out of the car and saw Harry glaring at me.
“What?” I asked confused.

“Don’t ever get into a cab again without one of us boys with you!” He said angrily. I stared at him surprised at his anger.

“I’m a big girl Harry.” I said shooting him a glare before storming off inside.

We all jumped into the elevator, there was a slight awkward silence as everyone could easily feel the tension between Harry and I. I was fuming and embarrassed. Harry treated me like a child in front of them all and it was completely uncalled for to be so angry at me. I quickly walked to the apartment door when and waited for Harry and Louis to open the door without looking at them. I knew it was Harry who reached the door first. My body always had this invisible pull to him and right now it was telling me to turn and look at him. I refused it though. I heard the door push open and I straightened up, spun around and walked past Harry who was holding the door open for me. I stormed into our room and walked into the bathroom to go for a shower. When I was done I walked into the bedroom where Harry was waiting.

He walked into the bathroom without a word and I heard the shower turn on. I sighed angrily and walked out into the kitchen to get a drink.

“Don’t be angry at Harry.” I heard Louis say from behind me. I spun around and poured him a drink of water. He took it with a smile.

“And why shouldn’t I be angry with Harry?” I questioned raising my eyebrows at him.

“Because he was so worried about you when we lost you in the chaos and he crawled into a cab with Lilly and I. He was so worried about you the whole car ride. You should have seen his relief when you pulled up in the cab. You know Harry never wants you to get hurt.”

“He doesn’t have to treat me like a child,” I grumbled stubbornly.

“He’s not; he’s treating you like he loves you.” Louis smiled at me before placing his cup in the sink and kissing me on the forehead. “Goodnight Skye.”

I watched him walk off into his room before I grabbed a drink of water for Harry and headed into our room. I walked into the bedroom as Harry walked out of our bathroom. He paused to look at me as I stared at my boyfriend only in a towel. A towel that was sitting extremely low. I shook that thought out of my head before walking over and handing him the drink. He took it surprised but grateful and quickly drank it.

“I’m sorry for getting angry,” Harry said after finishing his drink and putting it on the table. “I was just worried.”

“I’m sorry for getting angry too and I’m sorry for not staying with you once we came out.” He shook his head.

“You couldn’t help that we got separated. I just worry about you a lot,” He said smiling at me sweetly. I couldn’t help but smile back.

“I know,” I giggled walking over and wrapping my arms around his waist. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my head. I yawned slightly.

“I think we should sleep,” Harry mumbled.

“Sleep sounds good,” I replied happily moving over to the bed. I got under the covers and turned to see Harry drop his towel in the bathroom and walk over to the light switch.

“Harry, clothes!” I whined at him. He glanced down and then up at me.

“I think we’ve been together long enough that I can go back to sleeping naked.” His eyes pleaded with me. I debated in my head frowning at him. “Please, it’s so constricting wearing boxers or briefs.”

I sighed as he continued to plead with me.

“Fine but I better not wake up with anything poking me!” I warned him glaring playfully. He smiled happily and flicked the light off.

“No promises,” He laughed crawling into the bed next to me and pulling my back against his chest. I tried not to think of the fact that he was naked. I couldn’t help but smile slightly. Just over a year ago I would never have dreamed of sleeping in the same bed as a naked Harry Styles without jumping him.