1 in 7 Billion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 37

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Hayley POV:

After I took a shower I kissed Harry goodbye. He tried to stay longer and help clean up the mess we had made, but I told him to take a hike. About four kisses, a severe make out, and an ass-grab later -- he was finally gone.
I was replaying last night's and this morning's events while I cleaned up the remains of Hurricane Styles.
My phone rang across the room and I took my time getting to it.

"Hello?"

"Ya broke the poor man." Liam's accent snickered through the phone.

"Excuse me?"

"He's been in the room for a total of 30 seconds and he hasn't shut up or let go of Niall."

All I did was giggle.

He was happy.

He was happy about me.

"Hayley," I heard Liam say in a more hushed and serious tone. "Thank you."

I was taken back by his statement. "What? Thank you for what?"

"Harry's been in a funk for awhile. It's been a long time since I've seen him this happy." He sighed through the phone.

It took a second for Liam's words to sink in, but when they did... Wow.
"You're just saying that." I said in my attempt to be modest.

"I'm serious Hayley. Thank you." And he hung up.

This was all too good to be true.

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Sophia and I met at a small restaurant a few blocks from the Empire State Building for lunch. She was dressed in a slimming black jumper, and she looked flawless. As usual.
We planned on a whole day together with lunch, shopping, and maybe catch a show after.
We sat down at an iron table outside the establishment and ordered.

"So, tell me everything." She smiled mischievously at me.

"About what?"

"You and Harry. I know it happened. I can see it all over your face." I felt my cheeks burn.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I played dumb.

"Push posh. You might as well tattooed 'I just had sex' on your forehead. Spill."

"Damn, you and Niall must have some sort of sixth sense or something. He somehow knew after just one text from me this morning and all I said was 'ya' ."

"Oh honey," Sophia set her hand on my hand. "Harry sent him a text this morning. Niall wouldn't know you and Harry were doing it even if you were tumblin' around in front of him."

"Harry did what?" I asked, choosing to ignore everything else she said.

Sophia was obviously uncomfortable as she took a sip of her ice tea.

"He sent Niall a text? And you! You acting like you could tell when you already knew!" I laughed at her and now she was the embarrassed one. "God, Harry's in trouble." I laughed at the situation. He's such a boy.

"Anyway," Sophia continued. "You gon tell me bout it now?"

"What do you want to know?"

"Well, for starters -- Is he really as good as everyone says? I've heard rumors, but I also know the guy and he's probably the most uncoordinated person I've ever met."

"That's a very true statement, but when it comes to stuff like this... Yes -- yes yes -- it was incredible. He knew every right and wrong and when and what to do and how to do it." I admit and the two of us were giggling like 15-year old virgins who had just played 7 minutes in Heaven for the first time.