Will You Break Me? [Harry Styles Love Story]

Part 2 [How He Broke Me]

                                                                          Self Damage

           He took me for a ride in his car for no apparent reason. He asked me if I wanted to get lost with him. I laughed and told him sure. We found ourselves at some lake. He got out and opened my door.

        "Here you go, Miss Tomlinson," he said.

        "Why thank you, Mr. Styles," I said, laughing. He grabbed my hand and ran with me to some tree. He was holding a bag. I didn't know hwhat was in it, but I really wanted to know. That's one of the many things Louis and I have in common: We are both impatient.

        "Sit down!" he screamed. He seemed very excited. I sat down and he pulled out his ipod and turned on some love song that sounded familiar, but I couldn't remember what the name was or who sung it.

        "Remember this song?" he asked.

        "Not really," I said, feeling bad. I sounded like it was important to him.

        "Remember, you wanted to learn how to slow dance, so I turned on this song so I could teach you. Remember?" he sounded sort of sad. I listened to the lyrics.

"Called you for the first time yesterday

Finally found the missing part of me 

Felt so close but you were far away 

Left me without anything to say

Now I'm speechless

Over the edge, I'm just breathless

I never thought I'd catch this love bug again

Hopeless, head over heels in the moment

I never thought that I'd catch this love bug again"        

        "Love Bug, By Jonas Brothers," I said smiling. That used to be my favorite song, but I only admitted that to Louis, so when he turned this song on one year ago, I was surprised but mad. I still don't know how he knew, because Louis swore God that he didn't tell anyone. I looked up at Harry to see him staring intensely at me.

        "So you remember?" He was obviously concerned if I remembered that day or not. I did. It was special to me, and it was obviously special to him too. It was the first time I had realized that I loved him. When I first met Harry, I told myself I wouldn't fall in love with him. That he was a no good player. He was charming and those were the worst. Those were the ones you would see in movies that ditch the smart girl just for the stupid blonde that was prettier. Once I got to know Harry, I thought of him more as a brother than anything else.          ***        

        "Harry, I have a dance tonight. Jake from school asked me to go with him. I told him sure, but I don't know how to dance, let alone slow dance," I told him. He was charming, I knew he knew how to slow dance.

        "Come here. Let me show you," He said, holding out his hand. I got up and grabbed his hand. He held my hand tightly. He wouldn't let go, even as he turned on his ipod. Love Bug. That was the song he had turned on. My favorite. I didn't know how he knew. I didn't see why Louis would tell him. Maybe it was  a coincidence. 

        "I know you like this song, Love. It doesn't surprise me tho, It's a good song," he said, while wrapping his arms around my waist. I only stared at him. I didn't know what to say. I didn't look at him. I kept my eyes on my feet. I put my arms around his neck, like I saw in those movies. I felt awkward dancing with him. I felt him take one hand off my waist and put a finger under my chin, lifting my head up softly.