10 Hours (HS)

6:20 pm

"Do you think the police are here yet?" I say.

We're sitting on the floor across from each other.

Right after he gave me his sweater, Harry took his beanie, got up on a chair, and covered the camera that sits in the top corner of the vault. He said, since we didn't know what was going on out there, they weren't going to know what was going on in here.

I can think of some things I wish were going on in here.

"Yes, I'm sure. The bank closes at 5:00." He says. "Tomorrow is a holiday. Even if there wasn't some sort of an alarm triggered, people will have started wondering where their friends and family are who work here, why they haven't showed up. When they aren't able to contact them, either by phone or coming to the bank to check on them, the police would be the next choice."

I smile.

"What?" He says, looking at me and smiling.

Shit, I could look at that smile for the rest of my life and NEVER get tired of it.

"Are you feeling better? Of course this whole thing is still fucking crazy, right?! So I guess that was a stupid thing to ask, but I hope you're feeling a little more at ease." He says.

"No, I am. Feeling better, and it wasn't stupid. Actually if it wasn't for you, I'd probably have completely lost my shit a while ago. Thank you. I'm sorry I was freaking out so much before."

"No, Liv. Nothing to apologize for. You feel what you feel. Nothing can stop that. This is real, your feelings...being scared, I feel that way too." He lays back on the floor, staring up at the ceiling of the vault.

"Really? I mean, it's just hard imagining you like that. I'm sorry, I realize that sounds ridiculous. Like because you're this amazing singer, and completely beautiful person, that you can't possibly be having the same reaction to being held hostage as I am."

Oh. My. God. I really just let all that come fucking flying out of my mouth.

He grins. "Well, thank you for that. I get that a lot though, people expecting me to be something different then just a normal guy."

Because you're Harry Styles.

"I am famous, but I'm really no different then anyone else."

"I'm sorry...I can't believe I just said that! You must think I'm a babbling idiot. I mean, I'm really not an idiot, but I was babbling....actually I am still. I tend to do that when I'm...I just...fuck." I reach up and push my hair out of my face with both hands, smoothing it back.

"You're embarrassed. It's ok. Can I be honest with you? I want you to do something for me, and in return, I'll do something for you." He says.

"Uh, yeah. Of course. Let me guess, you want me to shut up!" I say, trying to stop my nervous laughter.

Too late.

"Not at all. First thing, I'd like you to stop apologizing to me. You have no reason to. Listening to you talk is actually quite nice. Here, lay down beside me." He says, patting the floor beside him.

Um...

"Come on, I won't bite."

I look at him for a moment, then slide over and lay down like he is, on my back with my legs pulled up.

"Good. How are you? You OK so far?"

"Yes."

"Alright, now I'm going to hold your hand. I promise I'm not going anywhere inappropriate with this, just trust me." He says.