The Way (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 12

Harry opens the bedroom door minutes later dressed in the same clothes from yesterday.




"Ready?" I ask and be nods.




"Are you sure you want to come with me, Alex? I mean it's probably going to be really boring and-" I stop him.




"I'm coming, Harry. End of discussion." I tell him and he walks over to stand infront of me.




He leans his head down on my forehead and I reach up for our lips to connect. He runs his hand down my back and pushes me closer to his body. The kiss soon became heated, Harry pulling harder on my skin, wanting me as close as possible.




As much as I wanted this to last forever we couldn't just ignore the problems we had to face.




"Harry..." I say pulling away from the embrace.




"I know." Is all he responds and grabs my hand, pulling me towards the door.




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We reach Harry's appartment building in no time. He pulls me out of the cab with him and I follow him to the elevator. He punches in a number and the movement begins. The elevator then opens automatically to the rooms.




When he walks through the entry way I can't help but gape at the size. This appartment, no pent house is absolutly enormous. I close the door behind me and follow Harry more into the space. The decoration is very sleek, and elegant while also having a certain charm. This was not at all what I expected.




"Alex?" I hear Harry call from the other room and follow his voice.




"Yeah, right here." I answer, following his voice into the other room.




I sit down on the large black bed and watch Harry pick out his clothes to change into.




He grabs a pair of black skinny jeans just like the ones he was wearing yesterday, and a plain white t- shirt.




Harry pulls his sweat shirt over his head, and pulls the new white shirt down covering his stomach.




Only now do I realize I am staring as he goes to pull his shorts down. I look away quickly blushing, and I'm sure Harry noticed.




"Alex, you can look. I know you want to." He smirks noticing my already red cheeks.




"Um...no thanks I'm good." I respond still looking at the wall behind his bed.




"Maybe another time then." He says, and I can feel his smile without even having to see it.




I look over to the clock and realize it's only just now 10:00, I guess I really didn't get that much sleep last night.




I wasn't even sure how I felt about Harry, yet. It had hardly been 2 weeks since I broke up with Asher, how could I move on so fast? Last night with Harry was amazing. I felt alive and happy. The way I have never felt with anyone else.




"You ready?"Harry asks, pulling me from my thoughts.




"Yeah." I respond and exit the room Harry following.




"You're place is amazing." I admire once again., walking through the rooms. "Not at all what I expected." I add




"Thanks." Is all he responds and I follow him to the elevator we arrived in. He punches in the code once again and the doors open allowing us inside.




When we get outside Harry hails the taxi, and when we get in he gives the driver the address of the hospital.




Harry leans back against the seat and runs his hand through his hair, bouncing his leg up and down. I can tell he is nervous, and when he looks at me it's obvious in his eyes. I place my hand on his leg trying to calm him down.




"It's gonna be okay." I say quietly.




"No. It's not." He responds harshly but I don't remove my hand. I know he is hurting.




I lean my head into his shoulder and he kisses the top of my head. We stay like this for the remainder of the ride.




When we reach the outside of the hospital Harry pays the taxi driver, and we exit the car.




I start to walk through the sliding glass doors but Harry's hand pull on my arm stops me. I look back to him and his glossy eyes are full of horror.




"Wait. Stop. I-I can't do this. I-I can't go in there." He stutters tears starting to form in his eyes.




"Harry, are you sure?" I ask concerned. "You might never get the chance to see him again." I add




He just looks at me with glossy eyes, running his hands through his hair.




I stick out my hand for him and he grabs it, nodding.




We walk through the sliding glass doors to the front desk.




"Do you want me to wait out here while you go see him?" I ask.




"No. I need you." Harry responds and I can't help the butterflies that emerge from his words.