Good Gone Bad

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

"I can't believe you've never seen this before!" Anne sobs along with me, referring to the Titanic.

"I can't believe it either. But I don't get why they didn't just take turns on the piece of debris, Jack could have lived and I wouldn't be sobbing right now!" I joke with Anne before we are interrupted by a loud banging in the door.

"Mum, open up" he yells through the door.

Anne gets up to open the door and Harry instantly pulls her in for a hug, "Mum, I love you."

When they finally let go, he lifts his head and we make eye contact, "Gabby? Wh-what are you doing here?"

I feel my heart sink when I see his face. His skin is red and blotchy, and his eyes are rimmed with red. He's been crying. "I wanted to talk."

He brushes past his mom and pulls me from the couch, now embracing me in a hug. I don't know how long we stay in that position before Anne breaks the silence, "I'll um, I'll go clean up your flat Harry."

Harry shakes his head, "No that's my responsibility. Gabby and I will go to mine, and you stay here Mum. Get some rest, it's late." He takes my hand to lead me out of Anne's flat and gives her a quick kiss on the forehead.

We get to his flat and sit down on the couch, making me remember yesterday. "Gabby, I'm-"

I don't know when I became so confident, but right now I am. I instantly crash my lips to his, feeling those familiar sparks. "Please tell me you feel that."

He nods, "Oh I do."

I hold his face in my hands, "I can't believe we've only known each other for two days."

His eyes trail my down body, "Is that my mum's nightgown?"

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't," I smirk.

He chuckles, "Hey I thought I was the mysterious one in this relationship."

I gasp playfully, "Relationship? Who said anything about a relationship?"

"Well I guess it isn't official yet. But first, I'd love to know your middle name" he smiles, grabs my necklace, and flips it over in his hands.

"Marie."

"Well then. Gabriella Marie Taylor, would you like to be my girlfriend?"

I run my hands down his arms, "Who's girlfriend? Marcel's or Harry's?"

He leans in to kiss me again and smoothly says "Both."

"I'm a one man woman Mr. Styles," I play, teasing him.

He softly pushes my chest, making me fall against the soft couch, "Well I guess I'm going to have to change that."

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"Gabby baby, wake up" a familiar voice trails circles around my back with his warm hands.

I groan and pull the covers over my head, "But I don't want to wake up!"

"Well you have to darling. I made us breakfast in Mum's flat. Come on" he surprises me by lifting me off the bed and carrying me bridal style. I glance at the clock before we leave and it is only five in the morning.

"Harry!"

He looks confused as to why I have just yelled at him, "What is it darling?"

"It's only five in the morning. Why are we up? The sun isn't even out all the way yet!" I struggle to get out of his grasp and run back to the bed, but he is way too strong.