I didn't see you coming - A Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 8 - Sign of the times

Jasmine's POV:

"Well you know what happened next, so I guess that's it," Harry said with an embarrassed chuckle.

"So, you've just moved here then huh?" I queried recalling what he told me earlier.

"yeah me and my dad moved down here a couple of days ago from Redditch - its up north - but we're still waiting for the house to be furnished. My dad insists that he should just do it himself instead of waiting on the furnishers. I have to keep reminding him that just because he sells houses doesn't make him an expert at building them." He explains whilst over gesticulating with his hands.

"OH! I've been there once, on holiday, when I was like 5. This is weird but my parents took me to the Cadbury world, I don't remember It much though." I burst out unable to contain my excitement.

"sorry..." I apologise having let myself get carried away and tuck a loose strand of hair back behind my ear.

"Don't be, it's ok. Don't let anyone hear this, but when I was younger every weekend I would demand that my dad take me there so that I could eat their free samples... I was 9!" He repulses at the thought of the memory.

We shake with laughter, bringing tears to my eyes.

"Anyway, why here? Why Westmore? This place is as boring as it comes." I remark truthfully.

"Well back in Redditch, the sales market was becoming scarce so my farther was struggling to find properties to pitch and he felt like we needed to move away and get a fresh start after everything that happened." The beaming smile on his face slips away and he looks away deep in thought.

I contemplate asking if he's alright but before I get the chance to, he snaps back to reality returning to his normal self.

"Enough about me, Tell me about you! Have you always lived here?" He asks leaning back to rest against his elbows.

"Yep my whole life. Total of 16 years I've spent in this dump. I don't know what my parents were thinking when they moved here just before I was born." I mutter, rolling my eyes.

"Hey! It can't be all that bad really. I know I haven't been here for long, but from what I've seen it seems like a lovely place." He declares reassuringly.

"That's because you haven't started at school yet." I bounce back at him slightly annoyed at his blindsighted positivity.

"I'm positive that everyone will be super friendly and welcoming" He continues testing me, knowing that his optimism is frustrating me.

"Are you really pretending that you didn't see, let alone hear, Samantha back there?" I burst out loudly in response almost on the edge of laughter. 

"Ok, fine there's definitely a few bad nuts, but not everyone is a 'Samantha'. Look my first day is tomorrow, then I will prove you wrong." He declares using air quotes with the mention of Samantha.

"Fine, But I'm warning you I'm never wrong" I assert, lightly shaking my head causing him to snigger.

"If you don't mind me asking, umm... how's your head?" He says whilst rubbing the back of his neck.

"No complaints. Don't feel too bad about it, I hardly doubt it will even bruise" I try to reassure him.

"Do you wanna go back to the Carnival? I don't feel like going home yet." He says getting up and patting down his jeans which are almost dry now.

"hhhmmmmm... I don't know. It's not very exciting to be honest." I respond looking up at him as I remain seated.

"Please, pretty pleaseeee." He pleads begging with his hands down on his knees.

"Fine, but on one condition, no roller-coasters... ok?" I let in to his request.

"Yeessss!" He calls out with excitement jumping up to take my hand and help me up.