Addiction. (Harry Styles AU)

Chapter Thirty Eight.

It's 4:30. And am I ready? Am I fuck.

He's gonna be here in half an hour, 30 minutes, and I haven't even decided on an outfit nevermind actually getting ready!

"Muuuuum!"

I stand there, in the room, looking down at the various outfits I've thrown into my bed.

After what feels like a thousand years, my mum finally appears in the doorway of my room and I can't help but think of the way Harry stood in my doorway last time he was here. Shaking the memory from my head to focus on the task ahead, I ask my mum to help me chose an outfit that's fit for a date yet warm, as Harry instructed.

"So do you know where he's taking the you?"

She hands me a pair of light blue skinny jeans and waits for me to climb into them before choosing a shirt.

"No idea, all I know is that it might get cold"

She wiggles her eyebrows at me, and I take a second to giggle and enjoy with sweet moment with my mum. She works so much that I barely see her and mother-daughter moments like these don't happen as often as I wish they did.

She hands me a black 5SOS band shirt and a fairly thin jacket.

"Mum, I told you, I need to be warm"

She just stares at me for a moment before explaining her choice of clothing for me.

"If you're chilly then he can lend you his jacket duuuh"

She throws me a wink and leaves me to get ready.

•

I've curled my hair slightly, beach waves type thing. I've applied light make up, mostly to cover up my huge panda eyes, with some thin eye liner and red lipstick. I know this is a look that Harry likes, he's mentioned it before when he saw a photo of me with Rebecca and he commented about how nice he thought I looked.

It's time.

Harry is sitting outside in his car, waiting for it to be one minute later than the agreed time. As if being one minute late would allow me enough time to be ready if I was running late. Idiot.

Just as I'm about to check my phone there's a loud knock on the door, followed by a lighter knock. I cant help but giggle at the fact Harry clearly knocked and then realised how angry his knock sounded and so he re-knocked but lighter.

When I step outside his smile doubles its size when he takes a proper look at me.

"Are you just gonna stare at me or are we gonna get in the car?"

Amusement covers his beautiful face and he shakes his head as he leads me to his huge black car. Opening the door for me and then getting into the drivers side, he's driving us to our date in no time.

"Where are going then Styles?"

His nose scrunches up in a childish manner.

"Don't call me Styles, it makes you sound like one of the lads"

"And what's wrong with me being one of the lads?"

I've always been seen as one of the boys, I'm fairly boyish. Well, for a girl anyway. Not in a sporty way or anything but personality wise. Rebecca spends her every waking moment telling me I'm a sloppy boy. And I've grown up around Niall so all my friends have been boys until I met Rebecca. Plus, having an older brother meant even my house hold was fairly make dominated, my music taste has defiantly been influenced by typically "boyish" styles, loud and rock type stuff.

"I don't want you to be one of the lads, you're my-"

He stops himself too soon and re-evaluates what he was about to call me. My heart is racing at a thousand miles per hour, I wish he'd finished his original sentence.

Call me your girlfriend. Call me your girlfriend. Call me your girlfriend.

"You're more than a friend, like you're not one of the lads.. You know what I mean"

All I can do is roll my eyes and pretend I didn't want him to say something else. More than a friend? What the hell does that mean?!

"So where are we going?"

"If you stopped staring at me then you'd realise, since we're here"

I hadn't noticed I'd even been looking at him, he's just so easy to get lost in. When I tear myself away from him I can see we're at my favourite place in this planet.

Winter wonderland.

He's brought me ice skating.

He's already out of the car and round to my side to open my door and I can't help but pounce on him as I step out. My arms clinging around his neck and his arms tightly around my waist, keeping my feet from touching the ground.

"How did you know to bring me here?!"

"I may or may not have asked your mum where you're favourite place is"

He asked my mum where to take me for our date. Wow.

When he does things like this I can't help but wonder how he ever intimidated me that first time I met him. Or how everyone in the school believes he's this awful bad boy. If they saw him now then they'd soon change their minds. But I get the impression that he doesn't show this side of himself to many people, and I love the idea of only me knowing the real him.

When I finally let go of him he grabs my hand and locks his fingers between mine.

We walk around the park first, checking out all the rides and making small remarks of which ones we want to ride later.

By the time it's 6 we've walked past everything, which means it's finally time to get our skates.

"Can you even skate?"

"Yes of course I can! I'm practically a pro"

As I sit down to do my skates up Harry gets down on his knees and takes over, tying my laces for me. While he's not looking a take a quick picture of him doing my laces and upload it to my snapchat story with the caption "I'm on the best date ever". Straight away I can see that Rebecca and Niall have both seen the snap and both of them have sent me texts but I ignore them because I don't want to take my attention away from the beautiful boy in front of me.

Once we're on the rink it doesn't take long to see that Harry isn't "practically a pro" at all. In fact, he's completely hopeless and can barely move forward without holding on to the side.

"What happened to being a pro hm?"

I give him a smug look as I skate backwards infront of him.

I've skated at least 5 times every single year of my life since I was very little. It's my favourite place.

"Yeah I am! I'm just warming up. Watch now, I'll show you a trick!"

Before I can stop him he's pushed himself out into the centre of the rink. Once he's slowed down to nearly a stop he pushes himself around and somehow manages to do a twirl. It actually looks impressive.

"Come here, I'll teach you"

He's stretching his arm out towards me so I gracefully take his hand and pull myself into him, so close that our chests are touching.

"After 3 okay? Just hold onto me"

"1"

"2"

His arm slides around my back and holds me close to him as he starts to sway our bodies side to side.

"3!"

And I don't even know what he did but we both ended up on our bums on the cold and hard ice. The thud of the fall really hurt and my knee has extremely painful shooting pains.

Harry is laying next to me and he's clutching his arm as he stands and offers me help up. But my knee hurts too much when I try to move and the tears fall from my eyes without my permission. Immediately Harry's face falls and a billion "I'm sorry"s fall from his tender pink lips. He picks me up bridal style, one arm supporting my back and the other under my legs. Slowly and not so steadily, he skates us over to the entrance and exit of the rink and takes me off to the side to be seen my a medic.