Does He Know?≪Harry Styles≫

Chapter 6

Livia's POV

I swear I saw Harry start to come closer to me. I didn't really know what to do so I quickly looked back at just on the stage. As much as I want to believe that Harry was going to kiss me, I knew he probably wasn't. Who am I kidding, I know he wasn't.

The way this boy makes me feel, is beyond any way I could possibly explain. He's just so caring and thoughtful, which most boys his age don't really care to be. The way he gets that cute dimple in his cheek, when he smiles, makes me want to chuck my phone out a window because he's so freakin cute.

All those days I would sit on my couch and watch Netflix, I would alway think how much better it would be if Harry was sitting next to me. I think I day dream a whole lot more than the average person. Which isn't really surprising, I'm always thinking of how things could have gone, or how they should go.

I don't get how people go through life like it's so easy. Well I definitely don't. I went to public school for kindergarten, and I'll tell u what, that was the worst freakin year of my life. I cried everyday, because I hated everything about it. My parents quickly decided that they would homeschool me. I was homeschooled for 1st-3rd grade, until my parents sent me to a private school. That's where Karlee and I became really close. Yeah, we knew each other since diapers, but being at school with her everyday made us super close. But after 4 great years there, my parents once again decided to homeschool me. But it didn't last very long, because then next year I ended up at the last place I ever wanted to see, public high school. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure it's not as bad for people who grew up going to public school, but for me it was horrible. A year later I started working at the bakery, and that's where I met Harry.

"What are you thinking about?" Harry asked as the last song Justin was singing came to an end.

What was I supposed to tell him? 'Oh I'm just thinking about how awesome and perfect you are, and how I wish u were my boyfriend." Heck no!!!

"Just think about how I wouldn't know you if I didn't have to get a job to pay for my stupid car." He quietly laughed as he turned back to looking at the stage.

I didn't even watch most of the concert, because I was always looking at Harry. Which probably wasn't very smart, because I'm sure he saw me doing it a few times. When the concert was over, it finally came time to meet the guys. Harry showed the security the passes, and he gladly let us through. We walked into the room, and there they were, with a bottle of water in their hands. Harry quickly spoke up, seeing as I wasn't going to say anything.

"The performance was absolutely amazing. I hope the boys and I can be just as entertaining."

"Oh you must be Harry, from the boyband on the X factor, what's the name?"

"One Direction." Harry quickly states, helping him out.

"Well aren't you two just a cute couple." One of them said. I can't say I know who, because I wasn't really paying attention. I was looking at the floor and playing with my hands. But I quickly looked up.

"Oh, we're not a couple or together. We're just best friends."

"Yeah." Harry said quickly agreeing.

"Isn't that what they all say." After that was said, I didn't really pay attention to the rest of the conversation. Is that really what they all say? I don't know all I know is, Harry obviously doesn't like me. How could he. He knows so much about me, that I'm sure he wouldn't even think about dating me.

"Livia," Harry said waving his hand in front of my face, "are you ok?" He asked.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." I said, wow that sounded so convincing. We said goodbye to all the guys, and eventually walked back to the car. I guess I didn't really walk, because Harry gave me a piggyback ride all the way to the car. He gently placed me down in front of my side of the car.

"Thanks curly." I said, shaking my hand through his hair.

"You know I hate that nickname, sister liv liv." He said, with I smile slowly creeping onto his face.

"Oh no you didn't, styles."

"Oh, um yeah I think I did." He said.

"You're lucky I'm to tired to get you back." I quickly pecked his cheek, "thanks for carrying me." I swear I saw a light blush go to his cheeks, I could be so wrong, but I really think it was there.

"No problem, kiddo." He said, rubbing his hand on my head, messing up my hair. But I didn't really mind, because I'm to tired to care about it.

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I hoped you guys liked this chapter. And I don't know why I picked that video, I think I just picked it because I freakin felt like it I guess.