Trust Me (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

You Smell Nice

Stacy's POV


I watched Harry give me a smile and walk to his car and drive away.

I turn to my dad and give him a glare.

"That was unnecessary." I spit.

"Stacy, he's no good for you."

"You don't know that."

"Yes I do."

"Just shut up." I roll my eyes at him, walking past him and upstairs.

"You don't talk to me like that!" I hear him yell before I slam the door to my room.

I lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling while thinking.

I can't believe Harry did that. He just flat out punched Jensen.

For me.

And so what if Harry is violent?

He stood up for me, he protected me. Maybe he was a true friend. I may have misjudged him, and then I suddenly felt horrible.

I really hope that he can forgive me.

I suddenly realize that I'm starting to daydream.

I remember the smell of his cologne, his smile, how kind he was. We have so much in common, but yet we live in two separate worlds.

But I'm starting to realize that maybe I could like Harry.

Just maybe.


All of a sudden I hear a *tap tap tap* on my window. I stand straight up and run to the window.

It's Harry. I let him in and give him a hug.

Damn.

He smells great.

Harry laughs.

"Did I say that out loud again?" I ask him and he nods with a smile on his face.

I sigh. "Well it's true. You do smell good." I grab his shirt and smell it, making him laugh.

"Why don't I just give this shirt to you so you can smell me whenever?" He smirks and I laugh.

I smile just looking at him and pull into another hug.

"Thank you." I whisper.

He wraps his arms around me and we stand there for a while just holding each other.

We pull apart and he stares at me.

And I stare right back.

His eyes are a beautiful green and they're something I could get used to staring at.

Harry starts to lean in slowly.

I think he's going to kiss me but he just rests his forehead on mine.

"I'm never going to let anyone hurt you."

I smile and this time I start to lean in.

I'm interrupted by footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Ugh! Again!" I say and point to the bed.

"No no no. I'm not going under there again." He says. He walks over to the closet and hides.

My door opens as soon as the closet door closes.

"Oh hi mom." I say as I sit on my bed.

"Hi hun. Listen." She says sitting next to me. "I like Harry, and I'm actually glad that he hit Jensen. But your father thinks he's violent and he doesn't want you near him. I'm still trying to talk some sense into him."

"But?" I say knowing it was coming.

She sighs. "But for now he doesn't want you to to be near each other or talk."

"What? No he can't do that! It's my life!" I say frustrated.

"But." My mother says. "If you want to keep seeing Harry," she pauses. "Then I won't tell your father." She smirks.

I perk up. "Really? Thanks mom!" I give her a hug.

"But if he hurts you I'm going to get my baseball bat and-"

"I know." I roll my eyes.

She gets up and walks towards the door. "Goodnight sweetheart." She stops and looks at the closet. "And goodnight Harry."

My eyes go wide. "How did you-"

"Sweetie, you're a weird child and I know you talk to yourself but I'm pretty sure you can't fake a deep British male accent."

The closet door opens and Harry steps out.

"Did dad hear?" I ask.

"Luckily, no. But keep it down and don't make any loud noises." My mother winks at me.

"Mom!" I blush and Harry laughs.

"Goodnight Mrs. Anderson." Harry says.

"Please, call me Leanne."

"Alright. Goodnight Leanne."

"Goodnight Harry. Goodnight Stacy." She says as she walks out the door.

"Well I should go." Harry says.

"No!" I say as I grab his arm. "Stay."

He smiles. "Alright."

Harry lays down on my bed and I cuddle up next to him. My head rests on his chest and I can hear his heart beat.

"So. I know I asked this before but what happened between you and Jensen?" He asks.

I tense up. Was I ready to tell him about Jensen? I mean he punched him in the face tonight. I'll probably tell him sooner or later.

"I- I-" I begin but I choke on my words.

"You don't have to tell me now." He says and I ease up.

Harry and I talk for hours and after a while I feel my eyes start to get heavy. I slowly close my eyes and drift to sleep to the sound of Harry's heart beat and his chest rising and falling.



I wake up in the middle of the night from a pretty interesting dream.


"You ready?" Alison asks me.

"Yup."

"Ace, you look beautiful."

I smile and turn towards the mirror. I examine my wedding dress up and down and make sure I look good.

"Alright, my noble Maid Of Honor." I say to Alison. "Lets do this."

The music starts and the bridesmaids and groomsmen go out one by one and then Alison and Jared.

Then it's my turn. I turn to my father and smile.

"You ready pumpkin?" He asks.

I nod and we start to walk down the aisle.

Wait, who am I getting married to?

The aisle is long. Too long I can't see who the groom is.

As soon as I start to get close enough to see who it is, I wake up.

I try to move over but something is in my way.

What the-

I open my eyes to see Harry's sleeping face.

Aww he looks so cute when he sleeps.

That sounded creepy.

Stop.

Wait.

I look at the clock and it says 3:05 am.

My eyes widen and I start to shake Harry to wake him up.

"Wha?" He awakens.

"Harry you slept here?"

"We must've fallen asleep while talking." He says as he rolls over but rolls onto the floor.

Smooth.

"Oww!" He says and I laugh. "Hey don't laugh at my pain!"

"Sorry." I get out of bed and help him up.

He smiles and I smile back.

Then I stare into those green eyes again.

"Well I should probably go." He says in a sleepy voice.

I say goodnight to him and before he climbs out the window, he stops and takes his shirt off.

My eyes widen as they scan his body. He was fit. And he had tattoos.

Wait, why did he take off his shirt?

"Here." He hands me it. I take it but I give him a confused look.

"So you can smell me whenever." He winks and I laugh.

I watch him climb out the window and down the tree. He walks over to his car and drives off.

I smile and head to my closet. I put pajama shorts on and Harry's shirt and cuddle up into a ball under the covers.

I fall right back asleep to that wonderful smell.






Alison's POV

-Next day at school-


"So I'll see you later babe." Jared gives me a kiss before running down the hallway towards his next class.

I start to walk to my class when I hear a voice behind me yell my name.

I turn to see Harry running up to me and I groan.

I turn back around and start walking again, but Harry grabs my arm.

I jerk back my arm. "Don't touch me."

"Woah. Alright then." He says raising his hands up. "I just want to ask you something."

"No."

"I didn't even ask you yet."

"The answer is still no."

"Come on Alison."

"No." I say and begin to walk away again.

"What's the deal with this guy Jensen?"

I stop walking and spin on my heel.

"How do you know about him?"

"He showed up at Stacy's house yesterday." He explains.

"That son of a bitch did what?" I yell.

"Don't worry I punched him."

"Good!"

"So what's the deal?" He asks again.

"I don't think Stacy wants me telling you."

"Please." He gently takes my arm preventing me from leaving. "I want to know. I want to be able to protect her from him."

I stand there for a moment. Then I get really close to his face. "Look, if I tell you this I'm gonna be in deep shit with Stacy. Why should I tell you out of all people?" I say.

"Because I care for her." He says. "I really do."

I look into his eyes and I can tell he's speaking the truth.

I sigh and begin to tell him everything. How Jensen and Stacy were dating and how we went to surprise him in New York but caught him cheating and how Stacy was so heartbroken. While I'm telling him this, I see his fists clench up and his face filled with anger.

"That son of a bitch." He mutters. "Thanks for telling me."

The bells rings. "Well I'll see you last period then?" He says turning and walking away.

"Harry!" I call after him.

He turns back around.

"Don't you dare hurt her."

He looks at me and smiles.



"Never."