Harry Styles Scares Me

Chapter Twenty Seven

I guess it sounds weird but once we got into the black SUV that pulled up as we came outside, I fell asleep. It was late. Really late. My body was so exhausted and after a two second close of my eyes to breathe a sigh of relief, they didn't open again until we pulled up in front of a house I'd never seen before. We were also in a different SUV and with a different driver.

My eyes were wide when I came to that realization.

Harry smiled softly,

"You fell asleep. I carried you into and out of the plane." He gestured to the house, "This is the house I rented to stay in during the shoot. Some of the other cast members are in houses nearby. Makes it easy for us all to stay connected."

I relaxed a bit,

"Oh." He slid out of the truck and then turned to grab our bags, "You ready?" He asked after he'd pulled them out of the truck.

I nodded,

"Yeah." I slid over to the open door.

Harry lifted his hands under my arms and helped me out, our eyes were locked on each other's the entire time. When my feet hit the ground he didn't let me go right away. I didn't want to move. He nodded his head towards the house,

"Shall we?"

He threaded his fingers through mine and led me up the sidewalk towards the front door. Once inside I took a moment to explore.

It wasn't huge, certainly not as big as his house in London. Just a small one bedroom cottage that looked as though we'd stepped back in time but still had a modern aire to it that left me feeling cozy and comfortable.

I turned to look at him. He was just closing the door. He turned to look at me, another easy smile on his face,

"I'll put these in the bedroom."

I felt my heart do a somersault but I nodded. I was nervous. Really really nervous. It was odd territory. In the past I'd never even contemplated telling someone what I was planning on telling Harry. I would have found some excuse to walk away before we ever got to this point. I would have told myself it was for the best and if we were meant to be...he wouldn't let me go.

But playing that game is always a losing outcome. People shouldn't have to be tested in that way. People shouldn't have to prove their feelings over and over to quell my insecurities. It was an unfair game they would never win.

He came back out from the bedroom,

"You want some tea? I could get the water going."

I nodded,

"Sure."

All of this felt so awkward. I hated it. He and I had passed the awkward stage so long ago being thrust back into it felt...wrong.

It only took me half a dozen steps to reach him in the kitchen. His back was turned to me while he tinkered with the stove and the teapot.

I couldn't stop myself from stepping in behind him, resting my cheek against his shoulder blade, wrapping my arms around his waist and closing my eyes. It felt right. It felt good. It felt like it always had.

He turned around, his hands sliding under my ears while he pressed his forehead to mine. We stood there, neither of us moving, for quite a while.

Harry took a breath,

"We need to talk." He whispered.

I nodded but didn't move,

"Yeah."