The Way (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 24

"I'll go tell Jamie we are leaving." I tell Harry and he nods.

I walk over to the bar where Jamie is standing talking to a group of girls. I wonder how she knows them but I don't ask. She notices my presence and steps away from the counter, walking closer to me.

"Hey. Me and Harry are gonna leave now. Are you good here?" I ask, and honestly she looks a lot better than good.

"Yeah! I'm fine! Have fun with Harry, and good luck with your turn!" She smirks, and begins to laugh at her own joke. How drunk is she?

"My turn?" I questioningly ask her.

"Yeah...ya know." She looks at me like I'm stupid but I honestly have no idea what she is talking about.

"Uh...okay. Bye, I'll call you tomorrow." I hug Jamie before stumbling back over to Harry. I'm still confused but right now I just want to leave this hot and crowded room.

"She's a little drunk." He remarks about my best friend now dancing once again.

"You could say that..."

My turn? What the hell is she even talking about?

"Oh shit." Harry cusses, stopping.

"What?"

"I rode with some people over here so I don't have my car." He looks at me wondering what to do.

"My building is only a couple blocks from here. We could go there, and then you could just get a cab in the morning?" I offer and Harry smiles at the idea.

"Well how could I pass up the offer to sleep with you, again?" He says and we walk out into the cold New York night. For it being almost the end of May it sure doesn't feel like it.

I lean up and press a soft kiss on his cheek. He blushes at the sweet gesture. We walk in a comfortable silence and I'm grateful for the time I now have to think.

Harry said he wants me to be only his but I'm still not sure what that means. He didn't officially say we are dating or anything so maybe he isn't thinking the same as me. I want to be only his though, so much. I still don't understand what the hell I was doing with Niall. I mean really, Alex. Three days alone and you're back to throwing yourself at guys. My self control is ridiculously embarrassing.

It still doesn't make since why he didn't call me though. I mean he was able to go to a party so it's not like he couldn't manage to be with other people. Harry is so confusing. He says one thing but it ends up meaning another. I wonder when the funeral for his dad is going to be, or if they have already had it. The thought that he didn't want to be around me because he didn't want me to go is too painful to even think about.

Then there's Hannah. I'm still not even sure what to make of that whole situation. I was so easy to forgive him that now I end up more confused than ever. I want to know what happened between them but then again, I don't. I can't imagine Harry being with someone else. Just the thought sends jealousy coursing through my body.

"What are you so quiet for?" Harry asks me, interrupting my thoughts.

"Just thinking."

"About what?"

"You mostly." I respond and Harry looks a little worried at the thought.

"What about me?" He questions.

"I don't know. Just you, everything that has happened. You can be kind of confusing sometimes." I explain, and he laughs.

"Yeah. I've gotten that before." He smiles, the worry on his face now completely vanished.