Only You {h.s}

Chapter Eleven

Please read A/N at the end.

I decide it would be wrong of me to take advantage of Harry's kindness, so I only grab a couple of things. I mindlessly walk around, holding a tennis skirt and pair of over the knee socks, waiting to bump into Harry.

I think I've done a pretty good job so far of not thinking about Zayn. It's actually proving to be easier than I thought. Maybe Harry just has that effect on me. If I can spend every day like this, with him, then moving on won't be so bad.

"That's all you found?"

A deep voice startles me. I turn around to see Harry towering over me.

"I uh," I stutter, "yeah."

He shakes his head and leads me over to the fitting rooms. He hands me the massive pile of clothing he's carrying.

"Go on, try them on for me." He smirks.

I walk into a dressing room and take a look at the clothes he picked out for me. I'm not surprised to see he has good taste.

I begin trying on the dresses, sweaters, and skirts – each having their own pair of high socks. Every time I show him what I'm wearing his eyes get a little darker.

After trying on what seemed like the entire store, I put on the last outfit. I look like a literal schoolgirl. I'm surprisingly enjoying this. I feel like a little doll Harry gets to play dress up with.

I step out of the fitting room and Harry is typing on his phone. When he hears me open the door he immediately looks up. He brings his hand up and pinches his bottom lip, eyes trailing up and down my body.

"Well?" I ask, realizing he hasn't said anything yet.

He steps closer to me, still not speaking. I look down at the ground, feeling insecure under his gaze. He puts his index finger under my chin and tilts my head up.

"You look perfect," Harry rasps, looking directly into my eyes.

I blush and bite my lip, savoring his touch as his hand cups my cheek.

"Let's go pay for these, yeah?"

I look at him like he's crazy.

"All of them?"

He smiles at me, his dimples showing.

"Yes, angel. All of them."

"Harry, you d –"

"Shh. I know I don't have to. But I want to, so I am going to. Let me take care of you."

I close my eyes and sigh. Harry is really hard to say no to. I nod my head subtly.

"Good girl," he whispers in my ear.

My eyes shoot open and he smirks at me before taking out his phone again.

After I change and he pays for the ridiculous amount of clothes, we walk back to his car. I thought we would be going home, but we only drive for a couple minutes before he pulls into the parking lot of a little café.

Harry gets out and opens my door for me. He takes my hand, helping me get out of his car. He doesn't let go of it until we get to a table in the back corner of the restaurant.

The place is lined with fairy lights, giving off a warm glow. It looks very familiar in here. The soft lighting makes Harry look like a fucking angel.

An older woman approaches our table, handing us our menus.

"Welcome to Anne's, I'll be your server today. Can I get you any – Harry? Is that you?" She stops and stares at Harry, who's smiling at her.

"Hi mum. It's been a while, yeah?" He stands up, giving the woman a tight hug.

I sit back and watch their encounter. By the way Anne's eyes are tearing up, it looks like this is the first time Harry's seen his mother since he got back from New York.

She pulls away from his embrace and arches an eyebrow at him, cocking her head in my direction.

"Oh right, you remember Meredith, Louis' sister?" She gasps lightly.

"Little Meredith Tomlinson! Look at you, all grown up. I haven't seen you since you were just a little girl," she says sweetly, pulling me into a hug.

I flinch a little at the contact and I know Harry notices because he looks like he's about to step in. I shake my head at him before he can speak so he knows I'm fine with her hugging me.

"I just can't believe how beautiful you are," she exclaims, holding me at arm's length. I blush and look away.

"That's enough, mum," Harry interrupts.

"Right, right, I'm sorry dear. So is Louis here too?" she questions, looking between the two of us.

"No um, it's just us," he scratches the back of his neck, giving her an awkward smile.

Her facial expression changes and they share a look I don't quite comprehend.

We settle back down and she takes our orders, regaining her warm and friendly attitude.

"What was that about?"

"What was what about?" He fakes obliviousness.

"Nevermind," I sigh.

Things are awkwardly silent for a bit. We both look around the restaurant, never making eye contact with each other.

The uncomfortable aura around us decreases when Anne brings us our food. I regret getting so much to eat. I know I won't even finish half of it and it's going to be obvious.

I'm starting to realize that Harry notices a lot of things I don't expect him to. Like my shirts, for example. It didn't strike me as odd until now, but all of the shirts he gave me to try on had long sleeves. I know he's only ever seen me in long sleeves. For whatever reason he came up with in his mind about why that's all I wear, I am grateful. He didn't push me because he knows I'm uncomfortable showing my arms.

There are a lot of things I like about Harry. I like how he never misses an opportunity to remind me of how he's there for me. I like that he goes out of his way to make sure I feel comfortable. I like the way he looks at me. I like the way he runs his hand through his hair whenever he's frustrated. I like the way he eats by sticking his tongue out first before he takes a bite.

After we finish our meals, Anne makes Harry promise to come visit her soon. Looking at their relationship makes me miss my own parents. I'm usually fine with not seeing them; I am better off without them. But sometimes I get sad knowing I'll never have a good relationship with them.

The entire car ride home consists of Harry purposely singing out of tune to get me to laugh. There are moments I catch his actual voice and it makes me think he could possibly be the most perfect human being in the world. Eventually I start to sing with him, badly I might add. I don't think I've laughed this hard in years.

It genuinely surprises me that I feel comfortable around Harry. Not just that, it surprises me how much I want him. I'm having all of these thoughts I'm not used to.

I fought with myself for a week over what to do. Such a huge part of me wasn't ready to let go of what's happened to me. But after talking to Allie, I knew that if I didn't start to move on, I would be stuck.

I don't want to live my life going over every detail of that night and what went wrong in mine and Zayn's relationship. I want to live in the now.

Harry is my now.

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