Call Me a Thief (Harry Styles)

12. Evaluations

I am currently suffering from MHF - Major Harry Feels. Please excuse me when I fangirl. But "bloody hell," you're gonna love this chapter!

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Chapter 12- Evaluations

            Harry-

            The heat was sweltering. Living in London was never this unbearable to me… it was absolutely mind boggling, the climate changes I had to go through for the sake of One Direction. Today was especially hot, supposedly record heat for coastal North Carolina – mid-nineties to a hundred degrees outside. Absolutely sick.

            It was my last day here, and I’d wasted half of it before I could even get out of bed. It was well after three before I’d completely woken up, gotten dressed, taken a short jog around the block, and headed back in to shower. Entering the kitchen of our temporary flat, I grabbed the first towel I saw and wiped my face with it. “Harry!” Louis yelled, a chastising look crossing over him.

            I looked up and him and noticed he had been washing the dishes up. The towel I held on my sweaty forehead was the one he would have used to dry them. I shrugged; noting his irritated expression, I laughed and swatted him on the neck with the towel. “Calm down,” I said.

            “Someone’s in a cheeky mood today,” Louis remarked.

            “Pretty much.”

            “Oh…” he followed me out of the kitchen towards the bathroom. “Date with Beth?”
            “Something like that.”
            Louis chuckled and I heard his footsteps retreat back to the kitchen. I showered fairly quickly, trying to decide what to do for our date. It was scary… this ‘last goodbye’, as I called it. If I hadn’t heard those words from my own mouth, I never would have viewed it like that. It would just be another date to me, another night out.

            But Beth wasn’t just another girl… she wasn’t a toy. I wanted to make this special. And who knew? Maybe it wouldn’t be just a goodbye after all. Maybe… but I didn’t want to think about another relationship right now. I wanted to think about her, making her happy, treating her well, and this moment, this day that lay ahead of me. That was it.

            Still wrapped in a towel, I rifled my drawers for something to wear and changed. Beth was expecting me at around four-thirty, according to Louis, and I was feeling better than ever. Paul promised me I was clear to borrow the Pontiac and tossed me the keys as I headed out the door. Ready Freddy, I thought. Nothing could ruin this date… except the end of it, of course. What could prepare me to say goodbye to someone I barely knew? Someone I truly, honestly wanted to know?
            I was dreading that, I really was.

            Lou had given easy directions to Beth’s apartment – it was a small little setup over on the other side of town, nestled in behind just a few buildings. It wasn’t a long walk from the water, I was sure. I could imagine how much Beth liked it here… writing for a living in such a beautiful place. As I pulled into the tiny parking lot, my mind split in all different directions… what would she be wearing? What would she say? How could I come across as cool without seeming too cocky?
            I’d never had so many questions rack my brain like that before. I took a deep breath, yanked the key out of the car’s ignition and got out. At the apartment’s small door, I knocked, ready to see this beautiful girl that I never wanted to leave. After a moment, she opened the door, her eyes bright with recognition. I took in the sight of her and smiled. “Hi,” I finally said.