MY NAME, IS SIR [HARRY STYLES]

~~13~~

I continue to stare at him, even though his last statement wasn't exactly a question, I felt as if it held enough weight to warrant a response, yet my brain wasn't allowing me the ability to speak.

"Charlotte?" his stern voice brings me somewhat back to earth.

"Sorry" I cough out, "It won't happen again".

I didn't realise I had been walking back in place as Harry continued to take steps closer until my back hits the firm wall behind me.

Harry's closure doesn't end until he is standing completely over the top of me, his warm breath cascades across every inch of my skin sending a tidal wave of goosebumps to cover its entire area.

"You tried to defy me today Charlotte, you thought you could go against my rules" I tried focusing on his words, but my mind was fixated on his lips and how they moved as he spoke. Creating shapes that I think I learnt as a child however never seen them in such a beautiful yet demanding form.

But his statement was untrue, "I didn't" I shook my head. "I kept in contact, I let you know I was safe?" I mummer my own defence. 

My breath hitched in place as I felt his warm hand become present on my right hip, somehow managing to snack underneath my white tee so that there was now direct touch, skin to skin.

"No sassiness, Charlotte." The grip on my hip only got tighter as he spoke. "Now, you broke the rules, that requires punishment"

I shallow hard at the increasing lump being made in my throat as Harry tilts his head from side to side, closing his eyes as he feels like stretch pulling down either side before shaking it off and reconnecting his punitive gaze upon me.

"Punishment?" I stutter.

"When people break the rules, people get punished." He recites as if it made anymore sense.

"I'm sorry Harry" I sign, begging for forgiveness. "It won't happen again. I promise"

I watch as his eyes dart down to my lips and then back up to my eyes. "You don't wish to be punished?" he questions.

I shake my head penetratingly "No"

He takes a long deep exasperation breath before speaking "Very well then", his back down lets me release the breath that was starting to cause my chest to sting, when Harry instantly moves himself closer, bringing his face directly by my left ear.

"Not all punishments are bad, Charlotte" before releasing his grip and pushing off the wall behind me as he then walks past, heading back inside, out of sight.

I'm left staring blankly at the skyline as it slowly fades down to darkness, letting whatever light it had left to throw made up colours around the shoreline.

We had one more day on the Amalfi Coast before heading to Rome. I didn't quite know what to make of it, but the dynamic between Harry and I had sure left me confused.

Another night, and I couldn't sleep. You would have thought my body would have been exhausted from the restless night I had last night, but I was just way too caught up in my mind to shut it off.

Not all punishments are bad.

I can't even begin to process what that means, and on top of all that, Harry kissed me. Like he actually kissed me. But I was starting to wonder if it may have just been an impulsive move because of how worked up he had been on the phone call.

My mind always likes to overthink and send me to the places of self-doubt.

I let my head fall to the side and see that it's 1am, and my body really wasn't letting up just yet. So, I decided to throw on my coat and head out for a little stroll, I know that one of the rules was to not be out after 7pm, but surely a casual stroll out the front of the hotel doesn't count. I won't even leave the ground.