Paul's Daughter (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter Six - Whirlwind

"I can't tell if you're being serious, or if you're trying to play me," my eyes were watering. I wasn't crying, I was just emotional.

Harry's eyes widened in shock as his pink lips parted.

"I'm being serious. Why would I try to play you, Avonlea?" His nose crinkled at the very thought of something like that.

I sighed. Perhaps I was the crazy one after all.

"I don't know. I'm afraid of getting hurt, so I worry," I breathed, wringing my fingers out in front of me nervously.

He clucked his tongue, almost in disappointment.

"I won't hurt you."

"There's always going to be a part of me that says you will, and that's going to hold me back." 

I gazed up at him through my eyelashes. He never stopped looking at me.

"I'll never think any less of you."

"What would the paparazzi say?" I asked, raising one of my brows. I had not seen a single paparazzo following Harry in the days I had spent with him. I looked back down at my hands.

"They would eat you up. Harry Styles with a girl? That's music to their ears and money in their pockets."

"What would your fans say? Surely they wouldn't much care for me."

"Avonlea, if I like you, it doesn't matter."

I nodded, considering what he was saying.

"Well, what would my father say?" I asked, returning my gaze to his. I knew as well as he did that my father would most likely not be thrilled.

"We can work through it. We don't have to tell anybody until we're sure we want to be together," Harry laughed. He seemed to have an answer for every one of my questions. Had he thought about this a lot? Or was he reading my mind.

"Have you thought about this a lot? You seem to have an answer for everything."

Harry laughed again, shaking out his head of brown curls.

"I've thought about it a bit, yeah."

I heaved a sigh.

"Where would we go? Like, on a date," I asked. There weren't many private places around. Surely someone would see us.

"You can come to my flat, or we can stay in here. I'll cook for you."

A boy has never cooked for me before, not that I even had much experience.

"Okay, Harry."

His face lit up in delight.

"Tomorrow, then?" He beamed, his grin grew exceptionally wider by the moment.

I nodded. "Just call before you come. I'm going to make Kate come spend the night and I don't want her to know just yet."

"It's nearly midnight, and you're calling someone to stay here?" He was clearly confused as he wrinkled his brows together.

"I've never been here alone overnight," I admitted, my voice was soft. It was embarrassing to say the least.

"I'll stay with you. I have some clothes in my car," he offered.

"I don't know, Harry," I hesitated. Was it really such a good idea?

"I'll sleep on the couch. I just don't want you to be alone if you're afraid.

"Promise you'll stay on the couch?"

A grin spread across his face, green eyes crinkling in the corners. "Promise."