Cold. (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Four- Catching My Eye

    When we arrived in England Thalia poked me awake. I waved her off and sighed in annoyance. What time was it? Four in the morning? Getting off I practically staggered causing Kristan to help me off the plane.

        Thalia looks around worriedly. "We didn't get any updates from Eleanor. You think she's gonna meet us here?"

        Kristan was helping me stand looking around as well. "I don't see her; what if she forgot and she's sleeping?"

        Thalia groans and sits on a bench. "Well, then we're totally fucked."       

        "Excuse me, are you Kristan, Thalia, and Gracie?" A low British accent spoke from behind us.

        With my name being uttered in an accent I turned around and almost fainted to see Harry Styles standing there. He wore a normal white shirt, a silver dog tag, ripped blue jeans, and gray high tops. His brown tousled hair fell into his soft green eyes and he peered at us carefully and cautiously.

        Kristan perked up with a smile. "Yeah! And you're Harry Styles!"

        Thalia poked her head around him. "Where are the other guys?"

        Harry forced a smile. "Sorry, just me."

        Thalia's face faltered for a moment before perking back up again. "Are you here with Eleanor and Louis or something?"

        "No, they told me to come pick you guys up."

        "That's very nice of you; I hope we're not giving you any trouble." I spoke up shaking my head to get rid of the grogginess.

        He peered at me with slightly widened eyes. He backed away just a little bit almost as if he was stunned or surprised. I rubbed my arm self consciously and looked the other way and tried to keep my cheeks from burning. He really was like a god in person.

        Kristan grabbed my hand. "Don't worry, she may look a bit younger than me and Thalia but she's a kick ass desginer!"

        "That's not what I..." But then he trailed off shaking his head. "Never mind, let's just get going." He grabbed a couple of our bags and led us to his car. He looked both ways before getting back in; Thalia and Kristan took the back and I got in the front.

        Kristan looked out the window as he drove. "Man, you lucked out not running into any fans."

        "I know," He smiles easily for the first time since I met him; I sunk deeper into my seat staring out the window.

        After a couple moments Harry speaks up. "You can...go to sleep you know. It's gonna be two hours."

        My cheeks burned, and I was forever grateful that he couldn't see in the dark. "I'll be fine; don't concern yourself with me any more than you have to."

        He turned to me surprised by me answer. 

        I mustered a smile but didn't say much more as I turned and looked out the window at the night sky. Tonight was beautiful, and everything just seemed so surreal at the moment. 

        "You look like something is on your mind..." Harry whispers after a moment, and I can feel his stare bore holes in the back of my head. I suppressed a shiver and turned to smile at him. 

        "I guess I'm just nervous. Never thought I'd get this far at just seventeen," I shrug.

        "Seventeen?" He peers at me for a moment. "You don't look seventeen," 

        A blush rises up to my cheeks. "I-I get told that a lot,"         

        His attention turns back to the road. "I'm sure you do,"

        I could barely breathe this car suddenly felt so cramped and musky. Or maybe that was Harry's cologne? Breathing out a shaky breathe I await my new home.