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Harry 's Touch On My Cheek

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“There’s only a week of spring break left now. You can’t just spend it hiding in your room.” With his hands placed behind his back, Harry effortlessly stands to peer over me with his tall frame.

“I can and I will.” I turn my head away from Harry and hug my knees closer to my chest. I tightly grip a hold of my turquoise covers and attempt to pull them over my head. As much as I wish I could stay hidden under my bed covers forever, the weather was honestly getting too warm for that.

Stopping my wrist from throwing the bed cover over my face, Harry turns his head to meet my unstable eyes again. He takes my cheek in his oversized palms and guides my head to face his direction. “Hey, look at me. What’s going on?”

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Just as I thought I was getting away, Harry reads my lie. “I know you’re lying, Ivy.”

“I’m not!” Flustered by Harry’s keen senses, my voice comes out much louder than I intend.

Harry smirks at my inept ability to lie. He raises a brow. “Oh, really?”

I ferociously defend myself and my lie. “Really!”

“If you really have everything under control, come over for dinner with Liam and Niall. You’re slacking off on the whole fake girlfriend business.” Harry challenges.

“I can’t, because…. Because…” I lick my dry lips. My mouth rushes to form words, but nothing seems to escape. I had to say something. I needed an excuse as to why I did not want to leave my house. But, my words come out as a blank canvas.

Harry smirks again. “Because why, Ivy?” He cocks his head to the side, appearing like some greek god. “I thought you had everything under control.” His voice adds an emphasis to the word everything.

I begin stammering again. “I do have everything control. It’s just that…”

“Just what?” Harry asks with a sarcasm behind his words.

“You know… just the typical stuff.”

“Like what?” Harry raises a brow.

Slowly, I draw my hand from under the covers. I flick my wrist to launch a middle finger at Harry’s eye level and send him mean glare. “Go to hell, Styles.”

Instantly, Harry’s faces seems to radiate at my remark. “Happily.” Harry twinks. “I’ll meet you there!”

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