No Strings Attached (Harry Styles)

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

**Abigail's POV**

Waking up to the hard blow of sunlight smacking me across the face, my eyes burning from the brightness of the sun's rays. Not knowing what else to do, I decide in replying to Harry's tweet.

'Unique_beauty: Everyone says that love hurts, but that's not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Everyone confuses these things with love but in reality, love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain and makes us feel wonderful again. So please teach me how to love.. Don't walk away because once your gone you take all hope with you. You are the guy that has it in you to change me for the better, teach me how to love like you said you would. And if not, then at least stand by me as a friend, just don't leave.. Because if you walk away now, my life would be empty and I would literately be a walking corps..

I tweeted it was a tweet that made me realize just how much I cared for the curly headed sap. I missed him and it hadn't even reached 24 hours. My phone vibrates, distracting me from my thoughts. His name illuminated my phone perfectly, causing my heart to drop down to my toes.. Did he read my tweet, I found myself reviewing my tweet a billion times before actually opening the text.

Harolddddd😘😍💗

•friends? .. :]

Me :

•sure ..

Harolddddd😘😍💗

•Get ready picking you up for school..

Me:

•Ughhhh, I forgot all about that hell hole 😣😞

Harolddddd😘😍💗

•Its not that bad at least I get to see you ;) and you get to see me ;)

My heart dropped, is he flirting with me? What kind of game is he playing? I chose not to respond to the text, not really wanting to be the one to cross any lines in this newly formed 'friendship'. I scurried over to the bathroom, washing my body and in the process my hair as well. Once I had finished, I walked over to my wardrobe and grabbed a pair of tights with a tube top and Harry's black button down camisole. I pulled my black lace toms on and grabbed my bag.

"Mom I'm off" I yell over the noise

"Thanks for warning sweetheart have a nice day at school, not that I give a fuck" I mimicked over the noise, Harry hadn't arrived yet but it beats staying in a house where you can't even hear yourself think. I had been sitting in the front steps of my house for what felt like ages, which in my defense seems legit because one, I haven't eaten and two, I'm very impatient. I hear a car door being slammed shut, which startled me to say the least and then I am mesmerized by the perfect emerald orbs.

"Morning love" he whispers pulling me by my waist as my face found its way to the crook of his neck

"Morning" I mumble taking in his rich vanilla been scent, oh how I loved his order it was perfect and endearing.

"Hungry? We still have a good 30 minutes before school starts" his hands gets lost in the curly mess at the top of my head and before I knew it our lips had met in a perfect delegate kiss.

"What happened to being JUST friends?" I asked with a smile plastered on my face, one that he was mimicking perfectly

"Were friends that kiss occasionally" he says nudging my side and leading me towards his car, after 10 minutes of listening to the radio and horrible singing.. We had arrived at the international house of pancakes, also known as, IHOP.