Offbeat || Harry Styles

Chapter 8

From Harry:

How's your mum? X

From Tim:
Good! Thanks for asking. X

From Harry:
You're welcome, friend. So I downloaded the app...

From Tim:
...and?

From Harry:
Let's just say that I am already addicted and I didn't get any sleep yesterday because of reading too many fan fiction? Is that healthy? Should I delete the app? No. No, that isn't the solution.

From Tim:
Haha I feel you. What have you read so far?

From Harry:
Hm, I added about a hundred to my library and I already finished two: Grey Matter and Saving Elliot.

From Tim:
I've read Saving Elliot about a year ago, it's funny, right? And, what did you think about Grey Matter?

From Harry:
I like them both. A little too much. And I may or may not choked on my own saliva when that Louis kid said something funny.

From Tim:
Ah, been there, done that. It's getting late, I'll you tomorrow!

From Harry:
Okay, Timmy. Good night. Xx

From Tim:
Good night. Xx

"Good morning, mum. How're you feeling today?" Tim smiled at Linda, leaning down to plant a kiss on her warm forehead.

"I'm feeling better, love." Linda assured Tim, leaning her head on Ashley's shoulder, who kissed her cheek in response. Tim grinned at hee Mums and turned to prepare breakfast.

"Timmy?" Ashley said. Tim looked up, locking eyes with Ashley.

"Yes, mum?"

"How have you been?" She sipped on her black coffee. Tim shrugged and turned to continue to flip the pancakes. "How have you been?"

"All right," Ashley replied. Tim just nodded her head and served them breakfast. The awkward atmosphere was making Tim realize how much she and her mum weren't that close.

"Okay, I'm going to the library,"

"Don't be late, honey!" Linda called. Tim nodded her head in response, grabbed her bag and left the house. She almost sighed in relief when she was exposed to the cold air. The tension in there was suffocating.

She walked to the library, eager to see Harry and discuss the books he had read with him in person. She may have known him for a week, but she was fond of him already. He was nice, and treated her with respect. It was enough for her to gain respect for him.

Dave gave Tim a small smile as she walked in, in which she returned. She strolled to her spot, expecting to see Harry already there. He was always there, waiting for her.

She frowned at the empty couch, slowly making her way towards it. As she sat down, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her waist, making her yelp in surprise. Her heartbeat increased, and it was like her heart was about to burst. The room's walls felt like they were closing down onto her, as she began to cough. Tim couldn't breathe.

"Oh my, God!" Harry exclaimed. "I'm sorry, Tim. Oh my, God, are you okay? Tim?" Harry's face scrunched up in confusion as he stared at Tim.

Her coughs turned into deep breaths, and she could breathe again. She almost had a panic attack.

The second she regained her senses, she smacked the back of Harry's head. "You idiot!" She hissed.

Harry pouted in response,"I didn't know that was going to happen, I swear!"

"Don't ever do that again. I could've had a panic attack, and I'm assuming you don't know how to try to stop it," She crossed her arms against her chest.

Harry was upset now that he had almost caused Tim to have a panic attack. He didn't know that was going to happen. He thought she would only, like, squeal in surprise? But a panic attack? That didn't even cross his mind.

"I'm so sorry," He sincerely apologized. He wrapped his arms around her, trying to comfort her. Burying his face in her hair, he almost lifted her off the wooden floor when he smelled her strawberry scented shampoo, his favorite.

"I forgive you," She chuckled into his chest. "Um, Harry?"

"Yeah?" His voice came out muffled.

"You can let me go now," Tim said, tapping his nose when he finally did.

"Sorry," He cheekily grinned at her.

"We both know you really aren't,"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Okay, I'm not sorry for hugging you and wanting to kiss y-" Harry slapped his hand against his mouth, his eyes widening at what just left his mouth. Tim gasped, staring at him with wide eyes.

"I-I'm sorry, Tim. Fuck, I didn't mean that!" Harry's neck and face were flushed, and he wanted nothing more than to crawl under his covers and stay there for the rest of his life because he had just told Tim(that only human he actually had feelings(?) for) that he wanted to kiss her.

Tim remained silent as she continued to stare at him.

"Stop staring at me," Harry muttered."I'm sorry, just forget I ever said that."

"Okay," Tim quitely said, turning to sit on the couch.

Harry coughed and walked to the other side, minding his own business for the next two hours.

Author's note: this is crappy but i wanted to update before i sleep soooo
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