Red velvet Princess

Chapter eleven

Red Velvet Princess

Chapter eleven- what are we?

-Alex's POV-

I stop myself from falling asleep and turn around.

'W-what did you just say?' I stutter.

'I....like you?' Harry mutters.

I turn back around and bit my lip.

Should I like Harry? I kind of do... What do I say?

I stop my thoughts and turn round yet another time 'Good. Because I like you too.' I state, before falling asleep in his arms.

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NEXT DAY

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I wake up early the next morning to think things over.

I slip out of Harry's arms and out of bed and pad over to the balcony. It's a warm morning and I sit down by the wooden chairs and tables.

I move around until the sun hits my face directly warming up my cheek, as warmth spreads over me, I hear another pair of feet pad outside.

I turn around to see Louis. 'Morning Alex!' He sings.

'Morning Louis.' I sigh.

'Whats wrong?' He frowns, sitting on the chair next to me and swinging an arm round my shoulder.

'My mum.' I say simply, hoping that's enough of an explanation.

'Ahh.' Louis nods his head. 'So, what any breakfast?' He asks, changing the subject.

'Sure. Need any help?' I offer.

'Nah it's all right. Pancakes good?'

'Brilliant.'

As Louis leaves to go and make the pancakes, I think about last night. Harry admitting he likes me. Me admitting I like Harry.

But what does this make us? Are we seeing each other? Dating? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Friends with benefits? Or just back to best friends?

What are we?

However I don't have time to come to a conclusion because a muscular arms is snaked around my waist. I look up to see Harry beaming over me.

'I see someone's up.' I chuckle.

'And what's that supposed to mean? None of the boys are up yet.' Harry grins.

'I beg to differ, Louis got up about ten minutes ago.' I tease, sticking my tongue out at Harry.

After a while my needing for answers takes over. 'Harry?' I say quickly.

'Mhmm.' He mumbles.

'About last night...' I start.

'Yeh, about that.' He agrees.

'What...what happened? And what are we now?' I ask up front, not trying to hide it behind some complicated sentence.

'I don't really know... I mean. What do you want to be?'

The absolute truth is, I've always fancied Harry. Since the day I met him. I remember telling my old friend Samantha about him, before she moved to Australia.

****FLASHBACK****

'SAMANTHA! You will never guess what?' I squeal the next day, running to my best friend across the playing fields.

'What?' She squeaks, her energy coming from mine.

'Theres this guy... He's like super cute, he works at my bakery! He's honestly the greatest thing EVER!' I scream.

'Awwww!! Little Alex is in love!' Sam chuckles.

'SAM! You can't tell anyone about this ok?' I say sternly.

'No way. Not a chance. But wait? What's his name?' She asks.

'Harry. Harry Styles.' I grin. 'You won't tell a soul?'

'Never.' She confirms.

****END OF FLASHBACK****

'I don't know.' I lie.

'Well, I know I wouldn't mind being your boyfriend.' He says shyly.

I can't help but let a smile crawl across my face and peel along my lips.

'Well then.' I perk up. 'I guess I wouldn't mind being your girlfriend then.'

'Well then. As my girlfriend. How would you like to get a Starbucks?' Harry grins, putting emphasis on the girlfriend.

'But my pancakes.' I stutter.

'Oh I'm sure Niall will eat them. Now go get dressed!' Harry calls, shooing me into his room.

I spin on my heels.

'I don't have any clothes at yours you idiot.' I smirk.

'Well then.' He mutters, grabbing my wrist and taking me to his car.

We drive back to my place and I step in cautiously. It feels so weird my mum not being there.

I race up to my room and fling open my wardrobe.

I choose a cropped pink top and a white tank top to go underneath. I get out my black jeans and my bra and pants. Carefully putting on my clothes I get a blue varsity jacket and slip it over my top. I step over to my mirror and apply a cover of foundation, mascara, concealer, blush and lipgloss.

Finally satisfied with my look I grab a purse and walk downstairs.

'Ready?' I ask Harry.

'You look beautiful. And yep. Lets go.' Harry compliments.