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The darkness of the room makes you use your other senses at their full capacity. The sound of the rain falling outside is the only sound surrounding us now apart from our breathing. Its cold and humid, it makes my skin fill with goosebumps. There's a faint smell of wet wood in the air mixing with the lavender of the sheets, and even from here I can smell his breath of wine coming out of his mouth. 

We are quiet, too quiet for my taste. Luckily, its not an awkward silence, even after what happened in the room next to us. 

We laughed for a couple of minutes and then we just remain in our sides of the bed, not saying a single word. He finished the bottle and is still holding it. I see only the silhouette of the bottle resting on his knee while he makes circles with its bottom.  

"I like this place." He says after long seconds of silence, his eyes looking front. The room is dark but once your eyes get used to the darkness you can distinguish the furniture in the room. "Its actually really nice." 

"Aren't you used to stay in five star hotels?" I ask leaving a yawn right after I speak. 

"That's exactly why I like it." He points out, glancing at me for a moment. Even in the dark of the room I can see his green eyes shine powerfully. "It doesn't feel like a motel, its pretty cozy." 

"Yeah." I secure the covers on top of me, its pretty cold outside. I don't understand how is he only with a simple white T-Shirt and joggers, its freezing. "Aren't you cold?" 

"Not that much. The wine heated me up." He says leaving a slight chuckle out. "Well, that sounded wrong, but you understand what I'm saying." 

"Oh dear, you must be tipsy." I giggle sitting up, shaking my head at him.

"I'm not tipsy!" He says a little offended, placing the empty bottle on the side table next to him. "Just a little woozy." He smiles, or I think he does. 

"You technically drank a whole bottle by yourself. Without sharing." I say looking at him in the dark, he looks back and even with the lack of light his gaze feels powerful. 

"Stay here." He says sitting on the edge of the bed and turning the lamp on his side table up, standing up barefoot and walking to the door. 

"Where are you going?" I sit up as well, looking at him while he takes the key of our room and opens the door. He is grinning, hiding something behind his smile. 

"I'll be right back!" He says winking at me and leaving the room, closing the door on his back. 

He really is strange. 

I stay in the bed for some minutes, just looking around the room. The place its really cozy, feels like a grandma's house decor. Cream wallpaper, a painting of a landscape hanging right above our bed, a mirror in front of the small dresser that also reflects the painting. All the wood is dark with that appeal of used. In the corner, there's a chair with Harry's bag on top. The clothes that he was wearing previously is hanging on the back of the chair neatly placed, and on the small dresser, his set of rings are organized in a circle. 

After another minute I decide to stand up, going to the bathroom to fill a cup with water. And once again, I find his things neatly organized in the bathroom. Toothbrush, Tom Ford after shave, face soap and a white hand towel that doesn't belong to the bathroom. I find it cute how organized he is. 

I wonder what is he doing out there, and why did he tell me to stay here. When I walk back to the bed with the water in my hand he arrives to the room, hiding something behind his back while he holds two red cups in his other hand. I'm still on my feet, I was about to get on the bed. 

He giggles, while closing the door and stepping inside. 

"What's so funny?" I ask while moving the covers down preparing them for me to climb in. 

"Cookies." He giggles again looking at my shorts and holding his laugh. "Coo-keez!" He then says with the Cookie Monster's voice. 

"You are totally drunk." I roll my eyes at him, hopping inside of the bed and covering my legs with the covers. "What did you bring?" 

"Oh, yeah." He suddenly remembers he's holding something behind his back. He then moves his hand front, revealing an unopened bottle of wine. "I brought this, I felt bad for not sharing with you." 

"Harry, its almost one in the morning." I say with a chuckle, he climbs the bed from the bottom and sits in front of me looking at the header, handing me one of the cups. 

"So? The night is young. Live a little." He says leaving his cup down and getting something from the pocket of his joggers, a corkscrew.  "Besides, you are going to love this wine. Its a posh label with the best harvest in the country. Or so I heard." 

"Well, okay." I give up, waiting patiently until he opens the cork and fills both of our cups, giving me the bottle to place it on my side table. "How did you find it though?" 

He hides a chuckle, moving his jaw to a side. "Just remind me to pay Jossie tomorrow. Okay?" He chuckles now, his smirk is evident. 

"Oh my. Alright." I giggle, not believing he just stole a bottle of wine from the landlords. "Cheers then¡."

"Cheers." He smiles at me while clinking our plastic cups together. 

I move the cup first to my nose, swinging the liquid inside to smell the wine, it smells sweet. Then I taste it, only a small sip. It really does taste amazing. Its so fruity and for my surprise its not strong, even when its an old harvest wine. I take another sip instantly, I didn't want to drink before but now this makes me change my mind. 

"It's great. Isn't it?" He says with half a grin on his lips, I nod my head looking down at my glass. His proximity its kind of overwhelming but I don't put much thought on it. 

He stares at me tenderly, making me flush just by feeling his eyes on me. "Can I ask you something, Frances?" 

I not my head once again, moving my eyes to him. His hair is dry and away from his face, all his features at full exposure. 

"What do you think of me?" He asks taking me out of base. I didn't expect for him to ask a serious question like that. 

"Uh... Wow I- Um... What do you mean by that?" I run my hand through my hair placing it behind my ear, taking a nervous sip of my drink. "Why do you wanna know?" 

"I'm curious. You treat me differently from everyone else, there's has to be a reason." He says giving me a reassuring smile. "I just want to know. And whatever you say, I promise to not get hurt."

"O-Okay but, with one condition." I move one finger up. "You tell me what do you think of me afterwards." 

"Deal." He moves his cup up and takes a sip, resting his weight on his hand and leaning his body back. 

I take a moment to think. What do I think of him? Its not an easy question specially after the things we have lived together, after the things we have shared with each other even when it happened months ago. I really have to watch what I say, I don't want to give the wrong answer. I take a deep breath, getting ready to respond. 

"I think you are... Witty." I move my eyes to the ceiling not wanting to meet his eyes just now, a smile appearing on my face. "You always find an interesting way to answer anything. And also, you're dorky. It's an interesting combination for such a smart and outgoing boy." I chuckle, moving my cup to my lips. "You like the most geeky things and somehow you make them look cool." I stop, now looking at him. His green eyes are deep, never moving from mine. "You are... A true gentleman. Very attentive." I give him a smile, feeling butterflies inside of my stomach. "And... I don't know. I feel like when it comes to your family you will do anything for them. That's admirable. " I smile meaning every word. "I think you're a pretty awesome person."

"Really?" He grins, his dimple appearing on the side of his lip. He takes a moment, just smiling down to his cup. "I have met a lot of people and... None of them have defined me like you did." He takes a drink, moving his eyes to the wall behind me. "It feels nice to be the good guy for once." 

There's a hint of sadness in his voice that breaks my heart a little. Somehow I understand what he means. He lives a life full of people thinking he is someone else. I have been there, in a different scenario, but I understand what he says. It makes me realize we are more a-like than I imagined. 

"Well, Styles, its your turn now." I say moving my leg nudging his. "I also want to know." 

"Okay, okay." He sits up, moving his cup down holding it between his legs. 

He looks at me with a glare, pursing his lips to a side. He answers in just a couple of seconds, it didn't take him long to reply. 

"I think you are... Special." He says, making the amused expression of his face erase, turning serious. "You're smart and funny, in your own clumsy way." He chuckles and I giggle too, he is kind of right. "You're incredibly talented, even when you act like you're not. It makes you kind." He points out, clearing his voice before continuing. "Um... I think that you are a free spirit. That no one is going to ever tell you what to do because you would never pay attention to them." He looks at me, making me immobile. "You are so confident about yourself, its the best quality about you." He looks deeply into me, making me swallow hard under his gaze. "I think you're unique. No one can compare to you." 

His words seem so real, they get inside of my skin easily. He never breaks his gaze, which doesn't help me swallow all the beautiful things he just said to me. In his eyes, I'm the person I have always wanted to be but I'm not. It makes me happy and sad at the same time. Its too overwhelming, too much to handle at the same time. 

"Wow... That's..." My voice comes out lowly while I move my eyes down to my cup. "Beautiful."

He really does know how to get inside of me. He did back then and he is succeeding doing it right now. But how can I resist it? I'm a mess of nerves right now. 

"You look pretty when you're blushing." He says with a smirk on his lips, taking the rest of his drink in a gulp. "Good to know that I still make you all flustered." 

"And here we go." I actually laugh a little, shaking my head at him. What a way to kill the vibe we were having. "Just you changing the mood being your own flirtatious self. I forgot to mention that." 

"I think you like it." He moves and sits next to me on his side of the bed, leaning over to grab the bottle of wine. "You wouldn't have accepted to come if you didn't. Want more?" 

"Just one more." I say holding my will to roll my eyes at him, moving my cup to him. "And well, as I said before, you're fun to be around. Even when you are a little indecent." 

"Oh, believe me, you haven't seen anything indecent yet." He chuckles drinking a sip of wine. "But if you want to..." 

"Harry, control yourself." I laugh as well, this time rolling my eyes freely. "Or I will send you to Ben's room to sleep there." 

"But I'm not ready to get pregnant." He frowns looking down at his tummy, placing his hand over his stomach. 

"Oh my god." I laugh out loud being careful on not spilling my drink. "You're definitely drunk now." 

"A little more woozy than before. That's all." He turns to me giving me a smile and biting his bottom lip, his eyes are starting to get red and his pupils are a bit dilated. 

"Aha." I grin holding my laugh, moving my cup to my lips shyly. 

After a moment of just staring at each other, I start to feel just like back in the plane. When I was consumed by him, his scent and voice, his touch. It was too much for me back then that I couldn't do anything else than to give in, it was impossible to resist him. He still is irresistible even when I shouldn't be accepting that. 

The alcohol is definitely doing something to me, I can't control my thoughts anymore. 

Then, he carefully moves the covers up and gets inside, his body resting on his side. He looks at me for long seconds, we don't pay attention to our glasses. I feel my heart beating fast on my chest, my eyes suddenly moving down to his dark pink lips and then back up his eyes. My whole body is heated, and by the look on his face, I think he feels it too.

"Drink." He whispers while he moves his own glass up and takes the entire drink in a gulp. I do it as well, getting rid of the cups. "Come closer." His raspy voice is deliciously low, numbing my mind.

I don't know where my voice is but just before I can refuse I feel my body moving on its own, scooting closer to him. Our legs are touching, our chests just inches away. He carefully moves his hand and places it on my waist, moving me a little closer so our bodies are fully touching now. My throat dries, my lips parting instantly in a gasp for air. 

Shyly, his other hand moves to my face. His touch feels foreign after so long but it still send butterflies to my stomach. My heart is beating fast on my chest, breathing through my mouth trying to get oxygen inside of my lungs. He looks at me with lust in his eyes, dark green eyes looking at every single detail of my face. I don't move, I'm paralyzed by his soft fingers holding me in place.

Then, he runs his thumb down my cheek and moves it to my lip, just like he did months ago. He runs his finger down, making my lip pop down and then back to its usual place. His touch is burning me, and I couldn't crave it more. 

"Can I-?" He breathers looking down to my lips nervously, like asking for permission. His own lips are in a natural pout. 

But before I can even say yes, he moves my face slowly closing the gap between us. Our lips crashing together in a swift movement, moving in sync slowly. He moves his lips carefully, very gentle until I kiss him back. My hand moves to his chest, realizing that this is happening, we are kissing after so long. 

After so long... No... This- 

This shouldn't be happening. 

"No, Harry, I-" I move away after a second, realizing how stupid this is. "I can't do this." I frown slightly, biting on my bottom lip.

 "Uh? Is there something wrong?" He asks as I move to my side of the bed and sit up, moving his hand away from my body. 

"Uh, I... Yeah, there is." I look away, now realizing the rain outside its starting to dissipate. 

"What's wrong? Did I... Went too far?" He rests his back on the header as well, looking straight at me. "I'm sorry, I definitely overstepped. I- I shouldn't have done that." 

"No, it's not that." I turn to look at him, a slight frown still on my face. "Is this the reason why you invited me?" I finally ask, the question was haunting me since this afternoon. "Is this the whole purpose of the trip?"

"Um, no... Where is this coming from?" He says now frowning, moving an inch back. 

"Why did you invite me? Why? Because it definitely feels that way." I bite the inner of my cheek while looking at him, suddenly feeling a harsh pain in my chest. "Am I just a girl that fell on your game once and gave in easily, the whole flirting... Even the wine. Is this all a game for you?" 

"Frances, no. What are you talking about?" He looks offended but he still doesn't answer my question. 

"Then why? Huh? Just tell me." I ask once again with pleading eyes. "Am I just another girl on your list? Is that it?"

"God, Frances. What is up with you?" He sits up on the edge of the bed, looking at me. "Are you listening to yourself? Do you think of me this low?" 

"Why are you avoiding my question? Why did you invite me?" I ask for the millionth time now. "Just explain it to me! Because I'm sorry, I don't understand why." 

"I already told you that I fell for you back then! What else do you want from me? Huh?" He stands up from the bed running his hand back on his hair. "Fuck, I was just trying to have a good time with someone that I thought it was cool. Good to know what you really think of me." 

He then takes a pillow and starts walking to the door, leaving me with my words in my mouth with his response. 

"Where are you going?" I ask confused, sitting up and looking at him already opening the door. 

"To sleep somewhere else." He says not even bothering to look at me. "Sleep well. We leave by ten." 

With that, he closes the door on his way out, leaving me completely alone in the room. 

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A/N: I actually hate writing fighting scenes but they are so crucial to the story. 

And try to understand Frances. She just doesn't want to be left alone and hurt all over again. Don't hate her. 

And sorry, I know its a bit late hehehe. I love you all. xoxo