Good-Bye Beautiful™ | Harry Styles ON HIATUS

Chapter Six-

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Story Of My Life - One Direction

Black Widow - Iggy Azalea feat. Rita Ora

Pompeii - Bastille

She's Not Afraid - One Direction

Green Light - 5 Seconds of Summer

Mercy

I fiddled awkwardly with the ends of his large jacket after his glanced over at me seeing the blush rising up on my pale cheeks. He seemed to like my reaction as he bit back a smirk and parked the car outside of a small diner along the strip. With a glance down at my hands once more I unlocked the door on my own and jumped down onto the concrete silently.

The wind blew harshly around us and I found myself tightening the thick jacket around me and wishing I had put my hair up once again. I shivered when the wind picked up the ends of the jacket and blew them back, exposing my bare legs to the cold. Harry looked over at me and opened the front door to the diner silently. It surprised me no doubt and made me smile lightly at the sweet action he performed.

"You know it buttons up, right?" He looked down at me while we waited to be seated.

"We're inside now." I replied. "It's warmer in here and there's no wind. I'll be fine."

He rolled his eyes for the millionth time.

"Your eyes are going to get stuck like that if you keep doing it." I told him.

"It's cute that you think that," He chuckled then - I think it surprised the both of us- squeezed my side making me squeal and jump back. "but I don't think it'll happen, love."

In turn, I refrained heavily from rolling my eyes and crossed my arms as if to protect myself from being squeezed again.

We were seated in a back corner of the busy diner in a booth surrounded by mostly families or groups of friends from different high schools. His jacket was still swung around my shoulders lightly now that we were inside but still clung to my body as loosely as humanly possible. It made me want to laugh at how big the normal sized jacket was on me but fit perfectly when Harry wore it at school.

Our drink as well as our meal orders were taken shortly after we were seated and the tall, blonde waiter sauntered away from us to the kitchen. He came back with our drinks not but five minutes later and was scurrying back to where he had come from wordlessly.

"Do you play any sports, Mercy?"

I peered up at him through my eyelashes momentarily before looked at him properly.

"Hmm?"

"What's sports do you play?" He asked once again.

"Uh," I ran my finger around the rim of my glass gently. "I did Volleyball back in Boston. But other than that I'm fairly untalented."

"You have an amazing singing voice, Mercy." He shook his head and smirked lightly. "Really."

I shrugged, a blush rising on my cheeks.

"I've always loved music. I guess that because of my parental influence but, yeah. Whether it be singing or playing an instrument, I've always really loved to do both." I sighed quietly looking down into my drink then pursed my lips tightly.

Though I was looked down, Harry still managed to make a small amount of eye contact with me and grant me a small, heart-warming smile. I knew he sensed that he was going into a closed off territory that I didn't wish to speak of so he nodded, accepting my answer willingly.