An Unexpected Love | Harry Styles

Chapter Twenty-Six

It's been a few days and everything has been great, and this trip has went perfectly. He's really outdone himself trying to make this all so special for me. There's not much time left of this trip so we've been trying to see and do a lot of things. After this, we're heading home. Today we went out and visited a couple of places we wanted to see then went to the beach.

Now it's night time and we're sitting outside in the backyard, drinking wine while having a fire. He has a small fire pit in his backyard and it's nice. I'm bundled up in one of his hoodies and some sweats. He's sitting next to me a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He's cute, sitting with his legs crossed, and wrapped up like a little kid. It is a little cold out tonight so that explains why we're dressed all warm.

"I really hope you enjoyed this time," he said, referring to our trip. I look over at him and grab his hand in mine.

"I loved it and you made it ten times better than I could of ever dreamed of." I kiss his hand and he grins at me. He stands and tells me he knows what would make this moment even better. He leaves and comes back with a guitar. I smile as he sits back down and begins strumming a few strings.

"Black and white film camera. Yellow sunglasses. Ashtray, swimming pool, hot wax, jump off the roof. A small concern with how the engine sounds." He sings and I smile knowing what song he's singing. I listened to only a few songs from his album back when we didn't like each other and Keep Driving is one of them. It's a great song and it sounds better hearing him sing it in person.

I sit in silence and listen to him sing and enjoy every second of it. Halfway through he looks up at me and gives me a small smile seeing as I'm smiling back. It's interesting seeing his movements as he sings. His eyes close as he sings the chorus and I saw that familiar sparkle in them when he opened them again. After he finished the song I start clapping to show him that I loved it. He laughs and thanks me.

"You've got an incredible voice." I compliment him.

"I'm glad you think so but now it's your turn," he hands me the guitar and I take it hesitantly.

"No Harry, I can't sing." I say but he doesn't care. He wants me to sing something for him. I sigh and try to think of something to sing. I give a nervous smile when figuring out what I want to sing. I'm not terrible but I'm also not great at playing the guitar. It took me a minute but I got the hang of it and begin playing. All while he sat patiently waiting. 

"No I never liked San Francisco. Never thought it was nothing special...til you kissed me there. No I never liked windy cities but I think maybe when you're with me. I like everywhere." I sing and he watches me in awe. Every so often I glance up at him and he stares at me with love and passion in his eyes.

"It's gonna take me a minute. But I could get used to this. I feel it in your fingertips. The feeling of another kiss. It's gonna take me a minute. But I could get used to this. Like every tattoo on your skin. I'm memorizing every inch." I continue. By the time it was over he started clapping for me and I laughed while setting the guitar down next to me.

"Darling you've got a beautiful voice. I'd love to hear it more." He says and I blush while thanking him. I take a drink of my wine, trying to hide the fact that I'm blushing like a fool. This night is perfect but it sadly came to an end and we went to bed. Only sleep just isn't coming for me. It's way past 2am and for some reason I cannot sleep.

I'm laying on my back staring up at the ceiling, my mind racing with various different thoughts. I'm not sure why I can't sleep and my mind won't shut off. It started to make me anxious. But the thought of having an anxiety attack tonight made my anxiety worse. I also don't want to wake Harry when he is sleeping so comfortably.

Going for walks usually help so I get out of bed, still wearing my sweats and his hoodie. I make my way downstairs and slip on my shoes. Before opening the door, my breathing increased. My heart is beating quickly and it felt like if I didn't sit down then I'd pass out. Growing up I've always had anxiety and for a while my mom had me seeing a psychiatrist for medication but nothing ever helped.

Now I rarely get panic attacks but they still do come and they suck. I sit down on the floor, my back against the wall as I pull my knees up to my chest. I rest my head in my hands and take deep breaths. At first I thought it was working but it's not and my breathing is getting worse. I try and stand so that way I can go grab some water.

I make it to the kitchen and grab a glass of water. I raise the glass to my lips and try to take a sip but with my hands shaking hard and my breathing rough, I can't. My vision is getting weaker. The water drops from my hands and really that's all I remember before the world faded to black.