Oblivion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 4

I woke up on Sunday morning to my phone ringing. "Hello?" I groggily ask, still snuggled into my blanket.

"Hi," a cheery voice responded.

"Who is this?" I asked.

"It's Harry."

"Oh hi Harry," I smile to myself.

"Yes hello. Did I wake you?"

"Nah, you're fine."

"Good, because I'll be there in an hour. We are going to a Sunday brunch,"  and with that he hung up. Okay?

I rolled out of bed and into my bathroom for a shower.

After my shower, I changed into a white dress with black lace lining the bottom. I curled my hair and added a natural shade of make up. I'm not sure why I was trying so hard. It was just mutual friends going for lunch, after all.

Once I was ready, a knock sounded at the door. I slid into a pair of heels and grabbed my purse.

"Hello gorgeous," Harry said as I opened the door. He had a tight black button down hugging his torso and tight black jeans. His hair was styled to perfection. It looked like a beautiful chocolate, curly, brown cloud.

I snapped myself out of my daze and greeted him. He led us to his car, which was a large, black Range Rover. "Nice car," I compliment.

"Thanks. It's a company car. I use that as my motivation."

"What?" I ask.

"Well no job means no car. I can't live without my car, so I use the fact that if I don't try hard enough in work I'll lose my car to motivate me. If that makes sense."

"Oh no I get it, but you're talking to someone who walks and takes the bus everywhere."

"Well, if you ever need a ride somewhere, you know who to call," he smiles.

"Thanks," I return his smile. He continues to stare at me for what seems like forever, but then returns his eyes to the road.

"Let's see what's on the radio." He turns the dial and music fills the car.

"I stay out too late. Got nothing in my brain. At least that's what people say. Mhm that's what people say."

"Gross," Harry says, switching the song.

"You don't like Taylor Swift?" I ask.

"Oh God, don't tell me you do."

"No, no. I don't really listen to her music."

"She just seems like a pain in the ass. I pity the guys who date her. What kind of music do you like?"

"Um..." I blush.

"What?" He asks.

"I'm just a big fan of boy bands."

"Boy bands?" He asks.

"Boy bands."

"Interesting."

"Is it?" I ask.

"Yeah..." he trails off. "You know I used to be in a band."

"Did you really?"

"Yep. White Eskimos. We were one hell of band."

"Why'd you break up?"

"Eh. I wanted to try a career on my own. I was going to audition for a talent competition."

"Why didn't you?"

"Too young. Imagine if I did though. I could be famous right now. Winning Brits and performing at Wembley Stadium." I tried to imagine Harry famous, but I couldn't.

"I can't see you famous."

"Yeah, me either."

*

After a lovely brunch, I had gotten a little more knowledge on who Harry was. He was born and raised in Cheshire. He had an older sister. His parents were divorced. He worked as a lawyer and lives in a fancy apartment in London.

We pulled in front of my crappy apartment building after brunch. I had to get home and start working on my missing assignments or Mr. Reed would have my head.

"Thanks for taking me out," I say.

"Oh it's not a problem. I hope we can do it again sometime."

"Yeah, me too."

"Well have a good week at school. Good luck with all your homework."

"Thanks. Have fun at work."

"Not likely."

"Hey remember the car," I laugh.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Alright, see you around," I unbuckle and lean across the counsel, pecking his cheek. I hurried out of his car and ran to my door step. He watched to make sure I got inside safely, before pulling away.

I closed the door and slid down to the floor. Oh what have you gotten yourself into Eden Armstrong?

A/N: Double update, because I write such short chapters and only once a week. Hope you liked it:)