Tear In My Heart | hes

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chapter six - it's official

"i can't sleep." his words came through the phone, deep and slow, as if he wasn't quite sure if they were coming out right.

"harry, i have to be at work in roughly three hours." my eyes squinted at the time on my phone and i sighed loudly, laying my forhead on my white bed sheets as i listened to him breathe.

"yeah, i know. but do you think we could go somewhere? like, see the sun rise and have breakfast maybe?" shuffling was heard from his end and i let out a deep breath, feeling a small pounding start in my head.

"i suppose i don't have much of a choice. i'll see you in ten."

and this was how harry and i ended up walking along the high way, a short cement block diving the sidewalk and street, a giant fence overlooking the city.

"do you have to go to work?" harry said with a small smile playing at his pink lips, his hair flowing behind him from the small gusts of wind. he stuffed his hands into the pocket of his coat, pulling it tighter around his slender body.

"how do you think i pay for my car and food harry? of course i do." i shook my head at his childish question and he just shrugged. "why were you awake so early anyway?

"i never went to sleep." he mumbled, a smirk on his lips telling me that he was being truthful. bumping into him, i giggled at how he raised his eyebrows at me.

"why not?"

"too much on my mind. like always." harry tripped slightly over his own foot and a sleepy grin plastered itself onto his face.

"we should go ho-"

"do you ever think about how so much has changed?" his eyes avoided mine as i watched him talk, it was fascinating to say the least, observing how his lips moved and the small furrow of the eyebrows as he did so.

"all the time." i huffed in response, feeling my nose redden from the cold weather. harry insisted on a morning run before breakfast but i was not up for it, which resulted in us walking to a café not far from our neighbourhood.

"why haven't you got a boyfriend yet?"

"going straight for the important questions, huh?" his jade eyes finally met mine as his cheeks, if i wasn't mistaken, started to turn a pretty shade of pink. "but i don't know in all honesty."

"are you sure none of them have found out about your weird habits?" his elbow pushed mine playfully and i gave him a stern look.

"i know exactly what you're talking about," he stuck his tongue out at me and i did the same. harry was talking about how i put on deodorant three times a day or how i ate everything in pairs, a few things that he always made fun of me for. "and no, they haven't. they just don't like poor arabella, unfortunately."

"i don't believe that for one second." he held the door open for me as we walked in, heading to the counter to order some warm food after our cold walk. "there has to be someone you're interested in who feels the same way."

for a second, i wasn't sure what harry was speaking about. it felt like he may had been hinting at something but i shook my head at the thought. it was a dream of mine for harry to feel the same way about me as i felt about him but i knew that wouldn't make sense, considering his year long relationship with katherine.

"not anyone who feels the same way, no." i muttered, grabbing my coffee from the waiter with a tight smile. he handed harry warm tea before we sat and waited for the actual food.

"so you do fancy someone!" he smiled, a chuckle erupting from his mouth as i rolled my eyes. "who's the lucky fellow?"

"none of your concern." now a smirk played on my lips as i sipped the heavily creamed and sugared drink, watching his face darken a bit.

"if he ever fucks up, let me know so i can beat him up for you." i stayed quiet as the same waiter called for harry to give us our breakfast sandwiches. when he returned, he didn't open his bag right away. "hey arabella?"

"yeah?" i took a bite, loving the fulfilling feeling it gave me as i took another sip of my coffee. te warmth contrasting with the heat felt like heaven.

"promise me that if we're both single by thirty, that we end up marrying each other." although his tone was playful, his face was serious, his normally light green eyes filled with a certain darkness i couldn't pin point.

"i doubt you'll be single by then but i promise." i shrugged and harry pulled out a pen and took a napkin off the table. he scribbled some words down before handing both items over.

i, harry edward styles, promise to marry arabella dixon if i am single by the age of thirty.

at the bottom was harry's signature and today's date. i looked between the napkin and him as a smile formed on his face. taking the pen, i wrote the same thing and gave him my napkin.

"it's official now. no backing out." harry wagged a finger in my face. as if i would be the one to break it.

"you're the one who's more lucky with the ladies than i am with the lads!" i defended, taking his napkin and putting it into my purse, then finishing off my sandwich.

"katherine's my first girlfriend ever! and we haven't even-" he cut himself off, his face reddening when he realized  what he was about to reveal. but, it was too late.

"harry's still got his v card? that's adorable." i nudged him with my elbow and he groaned.

"ugh, shut up bell." he crossed his arms over his chest and let his curls fall into his face, sheltering his eyes from mine.

"hey, if it helps, i do too." i offered, trying to make the situation less awkward. harry looked up at this and his loving smile returned.

"maybe we'll lose it on our wedding night." he smirked, the playful harry back as i groaned at the mention of the word 'wedding.'

"keep dreaming styles."

"oh, trust me, i will."