We had been walking for about 10 minutes now. The air around us was getting colder and faster so I tucked my jacket closer to me and my chin deeper into my scarf. I smelled rain and that wasn't good. "I think i-" he started saying but got interrupted by a thunder and pouring rain. "-it's gonna rain." he finished and laughed. I shrieked as the pouring rain came in contact with my skin and we both attempted to run but eventually fell into laughter. "I can't believe this is happening. This is the worst day of my life." I laughed. "Come here." He opened his arms to hide me from the rain. I hesitated at first but his welcoming arms were already extended. I blushed as he tucked me closer to him. I looked up and studied our height difference for a second. He was at least 8 inches taller than me. But I am a midget after all. He then caught me looking and smiled at me and I looked away.
When we finally got into his apartment the first things that hit me were warmth, vanilla and strawberry scent. I raised an eyebrow, mocking him. "Strawberry and vanilla? Very manly. I expected sweat and deodorant." He smirked and said "Well, I am not your typical boy, I mean look at me." I decided to take that way in talking to him, too. "I mean I don't know you see very fuckboyish to me. Like in a matter of minutes you might hit me with the 'Netflix and Chill'" He started laughing loudly at that one which made me grin. He had a very cute laugh.
When he stopped laughing he grinned at me and said "Come on, I'll show you the room then we can go and sit in the living room, unless you're tired of course." I looked at the time. It was 9.24 pm aka way too early for me to go to bed. So I nodded and followed him into the bedroom.
We went into a very basic black and white room. The walls were black with two thin white stripes every 30 cm. The bed had black bedsheets but white pillows. His nightstand was black with a white and black lamp. His built-in closet was covered with album covers. "So um this is my room. I'll let you change and um I'll be waiting in the living room." he said and walked out closing the door behind him.
I went into the bathroom to freshen up and change into some black sweatpants and a band tee. I combed my hair and walked out i to the living room again. I found Harry sitting on the couch with two cups of tea infront of him on the table. "I made us some green tea to warm up" he said. I thanked him sipping from it. " So, Penelope. I'd like to get to know you. Tell me about yourself."
The thing is I normally don't talk to people. That is why I barely got through high school. But for some reason Harry made it all seem right. Though I am not sure if I wanted to talk about myself. But yet his eyes made it all seem alright. "Well um I grew up in a little city in Germany. I didn't have friends throughout kindergarden. The first few years of school were alright. But then high school came and I was just an awkward outcast which is why I just wanted to get out of that hell. And when I finally did I decided to go around, discover who I am, want I want to do. So yeah. Now I am here, eventhough my parents weren't exactly supportive but I started working in grade 11 so I saved up enough money I suppose." I ranted. The second the words left my words my anxious thoughts started hitting me. Why did I tell him all that? He will probably think I am weird and tell me to go to bed and shut up. "I am sorry I didn't mean to ramble I just" I didn't know what to say. He furrowed his brows and said something I didn't expect. "Why are you apologizing? I thought it was nice to hear about you." he smiled. I was still kind of shocked. No one ever listened to me or even cared in the least way possible for me. "Tell me about yourself then." I decided to say resting my head on my hands. He cleared his throat and said "Well, I, Harry Styles was born and raised in Cheshire. I was a happy child and an outgoing teenager and got the chance to study in Paris and took it. I had to leave my friends and family behind unfortunately but I get to see them on breaks I suppose." He grinned. "Do you miss them? Your friends I mean?" I asked him. "Of course we had the greatest times together, but we don't live in the same city. Every summer and spring we'd go to this camp in Bristol and stay there for a month in the spring and two months in the summer. Their names are Niall, Louis, Zayn, who basically got dragged there and Liam." He smiled at the memories. "They must be very dear to you, Styles" "Yeah they are." He replied. I accidentally yawned to which I apologized. "It's okay it's getting late you should go to bed. Goodnight Penelope." he said. "Goodnight" I said and went to his room. I cuddled into his bed smelling his cologne. I felt bad that I took his bed so I decided to go back. "um Harry?" I asked. "Yeah?" "I don't want you to sleep on the couch in your own house I can't accept that. Let me take the couch, please." I said. "What? no way! I can't let you do that what kind of man would I be?" he replied. I sighed and looked down thinking for a moment. I mean the bed is big enough he could just sleep on the other side right? "I-I don't know but you could just sleep on your bed too? Just- I mean on the other side?" I stuttered. "Um I don't know are you okay with that? I don't want you to feel intimidated" he replied looking away. "I just don't want you to sleep on the couch so yes, I guess." He sighed and stood up walking into his room. We both settled onto our sides and didn't make a sound. At some point during the night I could swear I felt an arm around my waist.
