Perfect for Me // Harry Styles

Chapter Six

"When did he come over? What did he say? Did you forgive him? What did you guys do? Did you guys make out? Did you two yell at each other? Are you guys dating? Are-"

"Zip it," I say to Olivia.

"Then give me some god damn answers," she spits. "Everyone knows that Harry went over to your house at night time and he didn't leave until hours later. Did you have sex?"

"No! Do you think I'm that type of girl?" I ask as Liv shakes her head. "He came over, he apologized, I forgave him, we ate food and we talked. That's it."

"So you're saying you only talked? But how do you only talk four hours and hours?" she asks.

I smile," talking is better than sex sometimes. I have no idea how I managed to not fall asleep but I'm really tired right now," I yawn, leaning onto some lockers and closing my eyes. I soon heard a loud locker slam and it rang in my ears.

"Wake up sleeping beauty," Harry says, walking pass me. I'm too tired to yell.

"He called you beauty?" Liv smirks.

I scoff," I called him gorgeous. Your point is?"

"I call dibs on the other boys!" she shrieks, running down the hallway in heels. I'm pretty sure everyone but Niall has a girlfriend but I don't know anything about them. Niall will still have a sweet spot in my heart. I force my feet to walk to U.S. government a take a seat next to Liam.

His face was exactly like Liv's," don't ask me, I'll tell you later," I say as he nods.

A while later, class finished for the time being and it's lunch time. I need some coffee pronto. Everyone kept bugging Harry and I in english and it made my head hurt so much. I texted Liv saying I wasn't going to meet her for lunch," where're you heading off to?" Liam asks, walking by my side.

"Home, I need some sleep. Can you drive? My driver drove me today and I don't have his number which is really stupid," I say. I feel so dizzy and nauseous.

"I have to meet someone but let me call Harry, you don't look so good," he quickly says, pulling his phone out. I want my bed and I want some Tylenol. "Harry, I need you right now... I don't care, this is Phoebe we're talking about... She doesn't feel well..."

That was the last thing I heard before seeing pitch dark.

~

"Don't worry sir, this happens to her quite often when she doesn't have enough sleep and has too much on her plate," a voice says.

"But she only had chicken and vegetables," another voice says.

The first person laughs," I meant that she has too much going on such as school and college. She needs as much sleep as she can get. Poor girl works so hard everyday without her parents here."

"Thanks Martha for the life story," I say, sitting up. "God I am sweaty... Is my makeup smudged?"

Harry laughs," no, you look beautiful as always."

"Alright, I'll get you a glass of water and leave you two alone," Martha says, leaving us both on my bed. Harry is in my room, let the judging begin.

"Wanna tell me what happened before I throw up?" I ask, trying not to vomit.

"Liam called me during noon. I was about to head to the gym real quick with some friends but he told me it was urgent and you didn't feel well. A second later, he started panicking and said you fainted and then hung up," Harry explains.

I sigh," sorry I ruined your plans. I'm a weird girl, ain't I?"

"It was my fault anyways, I was the one that kept you up. And you still managed to do your calculus homework before school started," he says.

I smile," this was not your fault. It was my choice to stay up. But I loved chatting with you. It's just this feeling inside of me that I get when talking to you. It makes me feel warm and nice and..."

"Secure," he smiles. "I am your personal bodyguard."

"Welcome to my room bodyguard," I say, lying back on my bed. I watch as he stands up and walk around my humongous room. It has a piano in it... Don't judge. If only they made a tennis court in here, I would never leave the house.

"This is amazing," he says, picking up a camera from my shelf.

"Harry, do not drop that. That camera is worth more than my life," I state as he continues playing around with it. He looks so happy just holding it. I smile," you're a photographer, aren't you?"

He shakes his head," not really, but I like taking pictures for fun. I've always wanted to see this type of camera in person. But I can never find it."

"Yeah, my dad had to fight for it but he gave me it for my sixteenth birthday. It's actually my most prized possession. That's why I don't like people going in my room," I sigh.

"I thought your most prized possession would be your tennis racket," he laughs, setting the camera back down and sitting down on my hanging chair. He starts swinging around on it," is this going to break on me?"

I laugh," I don't think so. The ceiling is pretty sturdy."

"Your room is lovely," he says as I give him a smile. "If you don't mind me asking, where are your folks? You told me you're the only one here. Where is everyone?"

"My big brother is at college in California. My dad is in Perth, Australia for business. My mom is in Toronto, Canada for business but she's coming back this weekend for my birthday," I say.

"This weekend will be the start of May," he says as I nod.

"My birthday is on the third. I'm a spring baby," I smile.

"You're hosting a party?" he asks.

"I'm not but I'm kinda friends with this girl named Olivia, and she's kind of a wild beast when it comes to parties," I say as we both start laughing. "But you're welcome to come to whatever she's doing."

"I'll get you a wonderful present," he says.

"The most wonderful thing you can possibly get me right now is to sing me a song," I respond as he scoffs. "I'm dead serious. If you can play the piano, sit your ass down over there and play me something because my head hurts."

He gets off the hanging chair and takes a seat at the piano. A few seconds later, he's basically punching all of the keys on the piano and it's making me nauseous again," okay, if you can't play, there's no need to do that," I yell as he starts laughing.

He stops doing that and starts playing the piano smoothly. Much better. So he sings, he goes to the gym, he takes pictures and he can play the piano? I like this guy.,