Never | (Harry Styles AU) • COMPLETE

forty seven.

Thanks to @stylesdrink for the edit. (:

So I'm sorry this update took so long guys it wasn't on purpose. I've been (and still am) really sick from a bladder and kidney infection. I've been spending most days in bed because of it so I really couldn't write. Hope you all understand. I'll try to get another chapter up this weekend.

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I grip my clutch tightly in my hands as I try to normalize my pace up the aisle, out the theater into the lobby. I really just want to run right out of there for getting caught staring. I just hope Harry didn't really notice.

God of course he noticed..I just couldn't stop staring. Why had he smiled at me like that? Why did he give me a feeling that was anything but okay? And why did I even care?

My heart feels like its about to fall out of my chest as I walk around the empty halls, heading for the bathroom. I'm walking as fast as I can when the sound of boots on the tiled floor echoes behind me. I don't dare turn around, I just need to get to the bathroom and think for a minute..try and remember or I don't know.

"Bianca." I hear Harry call out to me.

"Bianca."

"Yes?" I say, trying to steady my voice, pretending that nothing was wrong. And nothing really was. I was just feeling so weird all of a sudden. Seeing Harry in person just made me feel something..it was like looking through a cloudy window..you knew something was on the other side but you just couldn't really tell what.

I find myself thinking of my dreams and it only seems to intensify this strange feeling I'm having. I couldn't help but to see some sort of message in them-some sort of truth.

"Are you okay?" He asks, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Yea..yea I'm great I just don't feel good," I tell him. It wasn't necessarily a lie, it just wasn't everything I was feeling.

"You sure?" He presses. The way he's looking at me just reminds me of what happened in the hospital. Did Harry have the answers to piece together what I was forgetting?

"Mhmm," I mumble with a smile,"Thanks for checking."

And with that, I quickly turn away, heading into the first bathroom in sight.

I push open the door to the family bathroom with a unisex sign on it, and quickly rush in, as I go to shut the door to lock it, a hand stops it from closing. Harry gently pushes it open further trying to step in.

"What are you.." I begin to question.

"Why were you really staring at me?" He questions demandingly. I can feel my cheeks begin to redden. He had noticed.

"I was just thinking," I lie,"I wasn't staring at you per-say, I was just..just staring in a random direction."

"It's okay if you remember," He tells me softly. His stare was so intense it burned right through me..I felt like he was staring right into my mind, seeing my thoughts. I knew he wasn't actually seeing my thoughts but it still made me feel nervous and also fearful.

I was afraid to know the truth. Who had I become?

"I don't know what you're talking about," I say slowly, trying to get the door shut despite how much stronger Harry.

"Don't lie..please, just don't lie," Harry pleads, his eyes looking at me longingly.

"I'm not lying.."

"I saw how you looked at me," He presses,"That was you..that was my B..that was the way you always use to look at me."

"I wasn't looking at you or smiling in any particular way," I swallow. I had caught myself and looked at the ground but of course he caught that too.