Me, Myself, and Harry Styles

Chapter 12

Liz' POV

I turned to Harry with an expectant eyebrow raised. He shrugged and turned back to the phone.  

"What time should we be there?" He asked, grogginess filling his voice. 

"Seven thirty, we have dinner reservations at Firebirds." She replied, obviously excited.  

"We can be there, then." I answered. We said our goodbyes and I say down at the counter. I rubbed my eyes, swirls and patterns filled my vision. Harry walked up and sat down next to me.  

"Wanna watch a movie or something?" I asked him.

He nodded and we went back to the couch. I sat down first and he rested his head in my lap. I turned on The Notebook and we relaxed to teenage Noah and Ali bantering back and forth. I played with his hair and soon little snores escaped his lips. I switched the TV off and slowly got up from the couch. After covering him with a blanket, I bent down on one knee. As I was going to kiss his forehead, I noticed deep circles under his eyes. I decided to just watch some tv in our room instead. The clock ticked to 5:30. I got up from the bed and went to wake Harry up. But, he wasn't asleep on the couch. Confused, I looked around for any sign of the curly haired boy. I looked out to our glass deck, and he was looking over the edge. I quickly walked out to see what was wrong.  

"Are you okay?" I asked him. 

"There's just so much shit for me to handle! The wedding coming up, Eleanor not remembering any of us, me having to leave you for the tour! It's just too much!" He yelled. He flailed his arms in the air and cornered me against the wall. 

"I'm so flipping tired all of the time and I feel as though I don't deserve you at all. I'm just there for you when we are at our lowest point." I slowly put my hands against his chest. 

"Harry, first, you need to calm down. Lets go inside for a second." I calmly suggested. Whenever he gets like this, it's not fun. 

"Sometimes I wonder if I should just jump. But you wouldn't know that because I've kept it inside for. your. sake." He spat through gritted teeth. I reached up to his face and gently stroked his cheek. 

"If you jump, I will jump after you. Wouldn't it be easier to stay?" I tried to reason. 

He sighed harshly and went inside, slamming the door after him. I went inside right after him. 

He was sitting on the floor with his head in his hands. Tears were falling down his face. It broke me to see him like this. I crumbled to the floor next to him. 

"C'mere, babe." I pulled him to me, closing the gap between us. He sobbed into my shirt as I stroked his hair.  

"I know it's a lot of pressure, but life just sucks sometimes. It takes the best people to handle the worst problems. And, you are the strongest most amazing person I have ever met." He slowly pulled both of us up and wiped the tears off of his face. After kissing my cheek, he said, 

"I needed that, and you, more than anything in the world."  

"Diddo," I said as he chuckled.  

"We need to get ready for the dinner, I guess." He sounded exasperated. After we both got showers, not together, we got dressed, also not together. I applied makeup while he fixed his hair and then I did my hair. We both put our shoes on and got in the elevator to go downstairs. After climbing into his range rover, we pulled up to the valet of Firebirds.  

"Reservation under Tomlinson, please." Harry said to the hostess. He grasped my tiny hand as the waitress lead us to our table. 

"Liz!" Everyone but Julia said at the same time.  

"Well, thanks!" Harry said sarcastically, but still happily. Hugs were exchanged as we took our seats. Louis and Vee stood up at the end of the table, holding glasses of champagne. 

"We have both decided that..." Vee left us all hanging. 

"We are going to move in together!" Louis finished. 

"Wait, when did this happen?" Sammi asked. 

"Well, Louis and I kind of confessed our feelings that have really been there from the start." Vee replied, happiness surfing her words. 

"We'll, here's a toast to new beginnings!" Louis boasted. 

"Cheers!" We all said in unison.  

"I will be right back," I said. I went to the bathroom and , you know, did what you do in the bathroom. I flushed the toilet and exited the stall. There I saw Julia applying makeup at the mirror.  

"We don't have to be friends, but, can we at least be civilized towards eachother?" I asked while washing my hands.  

"I'm sorry."