Offbeat || Harry Styles

Chapter 15

 Tim.

I had no idea what to do or think. Harry's face kept on flashing in front of my eyes, reminding me that I had ruined what we had over and over again. I had no control of what was going on, but I needed to put on a show. What if my mother noticed that I am not attracted to ladies? The result would have been terrible, but I am sure that what Harry and I are feeling right now is completely worse.

I had to put a smile on my face, wrap my arms a little tighter around her slim waist, make it look believable. Even though I was sweating, almost shaking, they all bought it, even Harry, which surprised me because I had done more than one thing to prove that I am not into girls. Oddly enough, he forgot all about what we had shared and took the bait. I didn't know what was worse, me having to put on a show or Harry buying it.

I returned back home earlier today, claiming that I had a headache, which was true. Linda was worried, but I told her not to. I'll get better later, I told her. Luna had left with her mother long before I did, but not without a promise of seeing me again.

I'm sorry.

I sent to Harry the moment I got home. I was lying in bed, my phone tightly clutched in my hands, impatiently waiting for him to reply.

It was late when I finally gathered the courage and texted Harry.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

It's okay.

He replied.

***

I couldn't sleep. No amount of sheep-counting, mugs of milks, and boring television shows could get me to sleep. Despite the fact that Harry said it was okay, it wasn't. I knew it wasn't. He was probably saying that to shut me up, or because he didn't want to hear my long explanation that I had typed at least five times but ended up deleting it.

My phone was unplugged of its charge, now tightly clutched in my hand. I walked back into my room from the living room, directly going towards my closet. I threw jeans on, a sweater, a jacket and a thick, long scarf around my neck. I silently made my way out of my room and down the stairs, careful not to wake my sleeping parents.

I huffed out a deep breath when I was finally out of the house, the spare key stuffed down my pocket. I walked down the empty roads, my hands stuffed deep inside my jacket's pockets. My face was freezing due to the cold, cold air whipping my hair away from my face, but I insisted on going to where I found comfort.

The small, hidden, old park came to view after countless minutes of walking. The memories I had here when I was younger flashed in my mind, bringing a smile to my lips. I sighed, sitting down on one of the rusty swings. The wind whistled, somehow comforting me.

I turned my phone on, my fingers pressing against the screen as I dialed Harry's number. I was going to make things all right.

''Hello?'' His groggy voice sent shivers down my spine like it always does. I gathered myself and finally managed to speak.

''Hey,'' I whispered into the speaker. I cleared my throat, making my voice sound normal again. ''Hey.''

''Hi, Tim.'' Harry said and I heard shuffling around him. ''Uh, what's up?''

''Can you meet me?'' I asked, nervously biting my lip.

''Now?'' Harry's surprise was clear in his tone.

''Erm, yes. I need to talk to you,'' I said. ''It's kind of important for the both of us.''

''Alright,'' he sighed. ''Where are you?''

''Patrick's Park,'' I replied.

''See you in a few.''

Ten minutes later, I heard a car pull up in front of the gates. I remained in my seat, waiting for Harry to enter the park. Seconds later, he appeared. His tall figure made its way towards me as I stood up. I nervously pinched my palm when he stood in front of me, his arms crossed against his chest.

''Hi,'' I said.

''Hi.'' he replied.

''I'm sorry.'' I loudly blurted. He raised his eyebrows at me. ''I didn't mean to hurt you.'' 

"I know." He shrugged his shoulders. Sighing, I approached him. I gently locked our fingers together, gently tugging him towards the swings. His skin felt cold against mine.

"Luna is one of Linda's friend's daughter," I explained. "She has this weird crush on me."

"Huh," Harry bitterly remarked. "Can't say I'm surprised."

"How so?" I said as my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Well," he lowly said,"you are beautiful and charming."

I lightly push his shoulder, my cheeks heating up despite being freezed to death. "She just happens to find my face, well, my arse pretty."

"Can't say I disagree." He smirked at me. I gasped, slapping his arm in surprise this time.

"Harry!" I shrieked. "Keep your eyes for yourself!"

"I can't help it!"

"So," I said. "Am I forgiven?" I peered at him.

"For what?" His eyes turned hard again, resuming to their look back at the bakery. I frowned.

"Harry you know that I feel nothing for her."

"Do I really know, Timmy? Because the way you were holding her seemed to tell otherwise." He snapped at me.

"It was an act! You can't expect me to go hug you instead because that would clearly expose what I am trying so hard to hide. We're both offbeat, we don't belong here but there is nothing we can do about it."

"There is something," Harry said and I immediately shake my head.

"No! We can't go there!" I exclaimed. "Don't even think about it."

"Why not? You said it yourself; we don't belong here." He calmly said. I shake my head again.

"That doesn't mean we have to leave to Clobad. At least not now."

"Then when?"

"When I am one hundred percent sure that I am in love with you. To make sure that I can fully trust you. And I haven't reached that far yet, Harry. When I will, we will leave to Clobad because that's where the offbeat belongs."

A few moments of silence pass, Harry stares at the ground with a frown on his face.

"Okay." He finally said. "When we're ready."

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