Hollow (Harry Styles) #Wattys2016

Chapter 14

Songs:

Cheers: Rihanna

Crazy In Love: Beyonce ft. Jay-Z

A.J.'s POV

It was early Friday morning and thankfully, Harry had decided it was time to leave our little sanctuary and get back to real life. By then we had, successfully finished off the box of condoms, which I found absolutely nuts, considering the amount of sleep that happened while we were thee and the fact that he had to leave for a few hours every single day. I mentally made a note to make an appointment to see my doctor about getting on birth control, though we were using protection, one could never be too careful.

Although our mini getaway was over, I felt giddy inside. Spending the last few days, alone, with Harry, was possibly the best time I had in my entire life. Despite our small escape to the real world yesterday and our small fight, it was perfect. He had been happy and affectionate, not to mention he had taken me to a beautiful place.

"What are you thinking about, over there?" Harry's deep, accented voice spoke, breaking me from my blissful thoughts.

I turned to face him, a stupid smile plastered on my face. "Just how happy I feel," I answered, honestly.

"Happy to be getting away from me?" he asked as I noticed we were already in my driveway.

I frowned as he parked his car, I wasn't ready to part from him just yet. "I was happy," I corrected, my heart sinking slightly at the thought of him not being near me. "I had an incredible time," I smiled back at him as memories of our time together came flooding through my mind.

"So did I," he said as he leaned over to me, kissing me ever so softly before settling back in his seat. "I'm going to miss you, Katarina," he smiled, his dimples deepening.

I felt my stomach flip as I heard the words fall from his lips, but I composed myself before I looked like a complete fool in front of him. "I'm going to miss, you, too."

As we both exited his car, Chris and Samara came barging out of the house, like a stamped. I wondered why they were even awake at this time, it was barely seven, they tended to not wake up until around ten or so. "Oh, my god, you're alive!" Samara yelled as she ran to me. "He didn't kill you," she said as she wrapped her arms around me.

"Do I really seem like the serial killer type to you guys?" Harry asked as he greeted, Chris.

"Yes," Samara and I both answered in unison as she let go of me. He rolled his eyes at me, walking over to the back seat to get my things.

"You're bike came in this morning," Chris said. I guess that answered my question of why they were awake. "I was about to take it for a spin when you got here," he snapped his fingers, mimicking disappointment.

My eyes went wide, I had forgotten about that. "What bike?" Harry questioned as he walked back towards us.

"A.J.'s new, Harley," Chris blurted out causing Harry's bright green eyes to almost leave their sockets.

"A Harley?" Harry questioned, his eyebrows were risen as far as they could go. "As in a motorcycle?"

"Yes," was all I could say with a shrug.

After a small conversation between both men, we made our way to the garage where Chris said he had stored my new bike. I admired it, not really paying attention to any body else, I couldn't wait to take it out for a spin.

"I don't see what the big deal is," Samara huffed as she ran her fingers over my new beauty causing me to narrow my eyes at her.

"I thought you couldn't drive?" Harry asked me as he looked around at the other bikes parked in the garage. "Are these all yours?" He waved his fingers at the seven bikes.