Good-Bye Beautiful™ | Harry Styles ON HIATUS

Chapter Eleven-

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Stockholm Syndrome - One Direction

The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy

Right Now - Sabrina Carpenter

Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran

Slow Down - Selena Gomez

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Mercy

It was cold as fuck outside and I had a maroon beanie on my head, not to mention the huge ass scarf around my neck just because the temperature at decided to drop into the 30's. I was starting to rethink this whole 'date' thing or whatever with Harry because of the cold. But I was too selfish to cancel on him.

I didn't tell Louis about the date, (?) but I did tell him that I needed to be home by 6:30 because I would be running late if not. He never asked so he either assumed I just wanted to be home or just left it alone and didn't care. So when I got home at around 6:20 give or take, I kissed his cheek, got the hell out of his car, and started getting ready for my date.

It was currently 6:59 on the dot and I was shitting myself. Totally shitting myself. And I didn't even know why. But I felt I knew why and I had to tell someone. But I didn't because Decker decided to text me before I could text him.

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Decker: dad said u were watching Luke tonight so i'm going out

Me: no. ur watching him. i'm going out.

Decker: but u have toooo

Me: I died bye

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Rolling my eyes, I peered up the stairs then shoved my phone in my pocket at the sound of a car door slamming shut. I smiled small and looked down at my outfit cringing at the huge sweater I was wearing. It was cute and warm but no.

Harry trailed up the pathway from where he parked quickly and stood before my door ready knock only to see me looking at him through the door window.

He smiled lightly, dimples caving into his cheeks and emerald green eyes sparkling beautifully. I smiled back of course, opening the front door for him and letting him silently.

"Hey Mercy," He shivered from the cold, the black coat and thin white shirt he had on doing little to shield him from the low temperature.

I giggled at him as he shivered for the second time and ran a hand through his unruly, brown curls.

"Here, I brought your jacket down and put it in the closet beside you," I informed him. "I'm just going to grab my bag then we can get going."