A Love That Lasts// Harry Styles

Chapter 8

Chapter 8:

♥Harry's POV♥

Sarah. What she does to me can not be described. I get the oddest feeling in my stomach e even at the mention of her name. I think about her literally all the time. Every night my dreams are filled with her beauty.

I don't think she realized it, but in the elevator when I was telling her about my dream future, I was referring to her. I want her. I didn't think I was capable of love until I met Sarah to be honest. I screw whoever the hell I wanted, whenever I wanted.

Until Sarah.

I didn't care about any girls feelings.

Until Sarah.

I checked out every female in my eyes view.

Until Sarah.

I had only known her for about two months, but I want her to be my girlfriend.

The word replayed in my mind over and over again. Girlfriend. It was so foreign. I don't have girlfriends, I just mess with whoever for a night and throw them away like the unwanted broccoli your mom always attempts to get you to eat.

But now, girlfriend is what I'm yearning for. I want Sarah to know I'm serious. I would be committed and put all of my emotion and passion into this relationship.

I have to tell her.

I decided I was going to ask her out. I take out my phone and text her: 'coming over in five minutes. don't even say no cause im gonna come anyway. -harbear xxxxxx'

I quickly get dressed in plain black skinny jeans and a white tshirt. I slip on my converse and head out the door in record time.

I knocked on Sarah's door, but to my dismay, there was no answer. I turned the knob to find that it was unlocked. I stiffened of the thought that anyone could have come in and attacked her.

"Sarah? Sarbear? Where are you?" I called out through the silent house.

No answer.

I pace to her room worried.

I was relieved to find an adorable little figure curled up under the white duvet, hair fanned around on the pillow. She was beautiful. Her hot pink bra barely peeked out from her tank top, making me smile to myself.

I strolled over to her sleeping body and sat on the bed. I kissed her head and lightly shook her shoulder.

"Sarbear. Wake up, love." I whispered

She started to move around and groan. I guess she didn't really want to get up. I tried again, shaking her ever so softly. That's when a small fist flew through the air and landed straight on my groin.

I hunched over and moaned in pain.

"Don't wake me up.. or that's what you get." Sarah teased before slowly sitting up, rubbing her eyes.

I shoved her playfully.

"Why are you here?" She quizzed.

"I can't just come over and see my Sarbear? Jeez when did you get so mean?" I played.

She rolled her eyes.

I cleared my throat. "Erm.. well actually, I was gonna take you somewhere today. If you don't mind." She nodded excitedly and smiled. I didn't say it was a date because I wasn't sure if she would have still agreed to it.

She hopped off the bed and skipped to the bathroom, where I heard the shower go on. I waited patiently until I finally heard the water go off and Sarah come out the door. Steam rolled out and Sarah walked through with only a small towel wrapped carefully around her body.

My heart started to race as I imagine what she would look like without the towel. I smiled. Sarah walked to her dresser and pulled out some clothes before heading to the closet to change. She came back out wearing a very well put together outfit. It amazed me how she puts little effort into looking so beautiful.

She lanced at me before asking to zip up the romper. I stepped behind her and felt my hands shaking. Calm down Harry, your just zipping a zipper!

Before I could think anymore, I lifted my hand to lightly push away her hair onto her smooth shoulder. My hand brushed her skin as I groped for the zipper at the bottom of her back. I trailed the zipper up the fabric and stopped at the top.

She turned around and nervously smiled at me. Sarah quietly thanked me as we headed out the door to what was my "fate" with Sarah.

Dont screw up Harry.