Harry Styles, I'm Not Your Puppet (Harry Styles Fan Fiction) (On Hold for Now)

Ch. 19 "Electrodes"

“You what?” He says, surprised. His body shoots up like a meerkat.

I sit up as well and look at him, confirming my statement with my face. “And Lou…I told her I love her.”

For this, Louis doesn’t look surprised, but intrigued. Did he think I loved her no matter how many times I expressed my dislike for her? No matter how many times I complained about what a bitch she was?

“And then what happened?” Louis asks, all of a sudden an excited school girl. His story about Cray-C yesterday tired him out, but I could see all of his leftover energy going into retrieving information from me. Crazy chick…our cellphones? Really?

“Well,” I pause, trying to remember details. There weren’t much. “I stopped kissing her, and then she kissed me and we made out on Aria’s bed for a lil’ bit…” More than a lil’ bit…

“Harry,” Louis smiles as he says my name.

I shrug, but it was so much more to me than a shrug.

―Kim―

I’ve just finished my hair, flat ironed with two braids from my ears meeting in the back of my head. After last night’s date and what has yet to be determined as a fantasy or not between me and Harry, I looked exhausted. Putting on makeup this morning to cover the circles on my eyes was a chore.

I finally gave up and put on my sunglasses. I remember when Harry took them to make me mad. Was it really to annoy me, or was it so that he could see me again? What's real anymore?

Last night’s encounter/dream, it’s blurred a lot of lines of hatred for me, what was genuine and what was not. When he locked me out of the hotel room…was it so I would have to keep talking to him instead of ignoring him? Even if it was out of annoyance…

I finish my lip gloss and look at myself. Why am I dressed to go out?

What’s worse was I actually tried this morning. Like I wanted Harry to look at me, and when I go downstairs to grab the car keys, I see Harry in his boxers and t-shirt. Exactly how he was last night. Crap, not a dream.

Knowing him, if he was alone, he’d be buck-naked. He doesn't even care that I see him like that.

But, stupid me, as soon as I see him, I blush and look down at my sandals, wiggling my pinkly painted toes.

“Good morning,” Harry says. Unlike me, he doesn’t drop his eyes, but instead fixates on me. I notice how his eyes linger on my chest a fraction of a second longer, a thing I’ve never noticed him do to me before.

“Good morning,” I try at smiling at him, but immediately feel awkward, so I stop smiling and grab a cup for coffee from the cabinet behind me.

When I turn back around Harry’s eyes snap away from my butt and legs in a heartbeat. I’m wearing my short-shorts this morning, my favorite pair, because they make my butt look larger than it really is, which I guess he noticed…

He watches as I pour the coffee into the cup, and when I look around for the cream, he’s holding it out for me. I smile, and take it from him, our hands graze slightly and I feel like someone put an electrode into my finger. I don’t pull away fast though, it was a nice feeling.

I take a sip and lean on the opposing counter to him. “Umm…How are you?” I ask, not at all awkwardly (just kidding…really, really, awkwardly).

He furrows his eyebrows at me and I take that as a question. Are we really doing this? I can almost see the smirk on his face. He coughs, “Good, good. You?” Now he smirks, but this time, it’s not the bad kind, but a good one, a…sexy one.

I bite my bottom lip, considering my answers. I decide on none, and sip my coffee, eyes trained on him.

“Join me on the porch?” Harry nods to the French door by the kitchen. He makes a glance at Louis who turns around to look at us.

I nod. “Okay.” I leave my cup on the counter.

The moment we’re leaning on the bars and looking at the beach, he grabs my hand from where I was leaning on it, spreading the electrodes all through my hand. He asks the same question, “How are you?” I smile and don’t say anything, just enjoying the warmth and electricity of his hand on mine. “Aren’t you going to tell me?” He drops my hand and puts his on my hips, pulling me towards him. I feel the blush in my cheeks so prominently so I know it’s impossible not to see it. I shake my head. His lips brush my ear. “Please?”

I place an unsure hand on his chest, “I’m okay.”

“Okay in not telling me? Or is okay your answer?” Even though there’s now a gap between us, he’s still holding my hands; I’m amazed at how small they are compared to his.

“Just…okay.” I smile at him and I peck him, feeling an old tingle warming in my heart. The way things were before, before any of it. Before all of it.

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SO YES. This chapter. I can't begin to explain how long I've wanted to upload it. Next chapter we're taking a break from Harry/Kim and going to Liam/Aria/Louis/Zayn/(slightly Terrence) stay tuned! :p as always: love you and thank you for reading