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Chapter 48 - Kirsten

And oh, well, what could I do, after all? I just shut up and tried to follow his steps, still a bit lazy. He seemed to have no hurry at all, and to be honest, neither had I. If I’d promised not to think about Tyler tonight, I was going to do it well. I was actually enjoying that a lot – even if all we had done so far was eating and, well, snogging a bit –, and I certainly wanted it to keep going for as long as possible.

 “Yes! It’s still here. Ok. I need you to trust me now. Can you do it?” he asked, turning me around and holding me by the shoulders as he firmly looked into my eyes. What the hell was he planning to do?

“Styles, wha-”

“Just say you can.”

“Ugh,” I complained through a sigh, and he knew I’d just given in. “Fine. Do your magic, gentleman. I’m waiting.”

I could hear his laugh – a really pleasant sound, which I was starting to get attached to – at the same moment as he put both his hands on my eyes, turning me around again. His breathing was right on my neck, my skin feeling the slight tickle of his curls.

He then pushed me forward, and I felt something poke my sides. Bushes, maybe? The sound of leaves falling and brunches moving certainly made me think my theory was right. They were everywhere, almost as if we were going through a whole row of them, and when Styles finally removed his hands from my eyes, I knew I was right.

We’d just crossed some kind of bushes fence that wasn’t supposed to be crossed at all. It completely separated the wedding-decorated side from the other empty space. Seriously, there was nothing but grass, grass, grass, and… grass? Oh no, okay. There was also this one tree and…

“A tree house? Are you serious?” I asked, too in shock to even hide it. How’s that we go from a whole fancy lightened place to such a simple one in a matter of seconds?

“Shush, Kirsten. Just follow me and keep your mouth closed.”

“Such a gentleman,” I muttered with a roll of eyes, following him to the rope ladder hanging from the tree trunk. It seemed a lot old, and I was certainly afraid of climbing that sh–t. I do appreciate my life, thank you very much.

Giving the tree house a second look, I noticed that from the side that was turned to the bushes fence, you could barely see there was something there. I mean, whoever was at the other side of the fence certainly couldn’t notice there was even a house there. The only thing showing behind the crown of the tree was a small wood window.

The house wasn’t even big, to be honest.

“C’mon, let’s go up there,” curly said, making me look at him instead of staring at the thing he was planning to make me go into.

“Isn’t it, like… Dangerous? This seems a lot instable, Styles.”

“Fine, I’ll go first,” and a second later, he was climbing up that thing with such an ease I was sure he’d done that a thousand times before. At the least. “Kirsten, come, will you?” he asked, already looking down at me from the small porch (what a fancy tree house, though. Isn’t it?), and holding out his hand for me. “Promise I’ll catch you if you fall, okay? I swear it’s safe.”

Finally, I nodded, doing my best to keep my balance while the rope ladder kept going from one side to the other. I heard Styles breathe out something like ‘stop moving so much’, but I ignored it as I finally held his hand and he helped me to go up the rest of the way. Just then, like in all those cliché movies, I ended up falling above him (just for the records, he pulled me way too strongly, so it’s he’s fault. He was planning this), my hands on each side of his head as his were tightly gripping my waist.