Paul's Daughter (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter Eight - Kiss You

- Harry's Point of View -

I drove down the alleyway in my change of clothes smiling to myself. A warmth spread through my veins as I thought of last night with Avonlea.

My heart beat harder when I remembered the feel of having her body cradled against mine under the duvet.

I smiled when I remembered the way she looked so happy and peaceful in her sleep.

I must be losing my mind.

I don't fall for girls. Girls fall for me.

But I did fall. For Avonlea. Quite quickly too. I was kind of frightened by how strongly I felt towards her after only knowing her for a few days.

I knew now what they were talking about in those silly fairytales. It hit me like a tidal wave. I knew we were meant to have something together.

I gazed out the car window as I pulled onto the main street at last. The sky was glazing over with thick storm clouds. Either signaling snow or rain.

I had to get to my flat quickly to shower and change. I had an interview to do today, too.

I was going to meet the boys and then we were going to get to the small television station with a ride that Paul organized for us earlier.

Paul was an amazing guy. I was going to ask him if I could ask Avonlea out a few days ago, but he already knew.

-Flashback-

"Paul, can I ask you something?" I asked him nervously, biting my lip.

Paul smiled knowingly. "Harry, you don't have to ask me."

"What?"

"You can ask Avonlea out. I don't mind. You're a good boy, Harry. I know you'll treat her right."

My jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Dex giggled from a few feet away. "Harry loves Lea!"

"How did you know I was going to ask you that?" I asked.

He smiled again.

"A father knows all, Harry. But you're an open book and I could tell by the way you looked at her."

I smiled, ducking my head down in a vain attempt to conceal my blush.

"Just wait a while, okay? Her and Will just-"

"I know. I will... And Paul?"

"Huh?"

"Thanks."

-End of flashback-

***

"Harry, hurry up!" Louis chastised on the other line of the phone. I was slipping a jacket on.

"Yeah, I'm coming. I'll be out in a second," I laughed. The car was early, so technically I wasn't late.

I stepped out of my flat, shutting the heavy chestnut door and locking it behind me.

I jogged down the corridor - if I took any longer, Louis would have my head.

When I got in the car, Louis, Niall and Liam were looking at me impatiently. Niall snickered.

"I'm here now, you can all calm down," I smirked, clicking the seat belt in place.

"You seem like you're in a good mood," Liam commented. He was sitting beside me and nudged my arm.

"Fantastic mood," I gleamed. I had a great night and an amazing morning - what was there to not be happy about?