Fate [a Harry Styles fanfic]

Chapter 32

Melissa's POV

"Meet me outside. H."

I rub my eyes to make sure I'm not delusional. I look at the unknown number and then remember. I don't have Harry's number. It must be him. My heart starts beating uncontrollably knowing he wants to see me.

But what can he possible want now? It's late and we have work tomorrow. Well, he has. I have a week of rest ahead of me.

I stand as quickly as possible from the couch, leaving Sophia's blanket neatly folded up. Running like crazy, I go straight to my closet. God, I look like a hormonal young teenager. What the hell is wrong with you, Melissa?

I put on some jeans, a white tank top and sneakers, brush my teeth and do my hair in a pony tail. I think I'm okay but my face shows my lack of sleep. Yet again, it's late. It's normal.

I grab a thin coat just in case. Nights are getting warmer now but you'll never know. And I'm not familiar with New York's weather yet.

Sophia, Liam and Niall arrive when I'm about to go down.

"Where are you going?" Sophia eyes me from head to toe. "It's late."

"I know, I'll be right back, guys."

Before any more questions are made, I take the stairs because the elevator would take long.

When I arrive outside, I look both ways before I see him. I walk a little and sure his leaning against the side of his car.

"You look different." Harry eyes run up and down my body. "Beautifuly different, I mean."

I'm glad it's a bit dark so he can't see my flushed cheeks. "So, what do you want? To tell me how perfect I am?" I tease and his eyes shine with humour in the dark.

"We're going for a ride."

"You mean now?" It's almost 2 a.m probably, but the air his warm enough to let us be outside confortably.

"Come on in." He opens the side door for me to get in.

I get inside and the cool of the leather seats give me a chill down my spine. Harry's quickly inside, turning the heat on.

"Where are we going?" There's not that many places we can go at this hour.

"Where do you think?"

"I'm not a psychic, Harry."

He starts the car and drives off the parking lot. I glance over at the radio and for a moment I think about turning it on, but Harry's hands are faster. A hint of a smirk plays on his lips when a song about New York plays softly through the sound speakers.

The streets are as busy as you imagine when you're at home, on your bed, listening to the muffled sounds of sirens and car horns by far. New York is, without a doubt, the city that never sleeps.

I haven't been out at night that much since I'm here. Only that night with the rest of the guys, that ended up for being almost as nightmare. Harry saved me though. I'll never forget it.

"This wouldn't be so awkward if you'd talk." Harry breaks the silence.

"Why me?"

"Because I'm a gentleman."

"Well, I don't have anything to say."

"You're not even curious about where we are going?"

Yes. "Not really."

"We're close though." Harry smiles softly when we're almost on our destination. Central Park. Of course.

"You're not that original." I joke as Harry's car stops just a block away from Central Park.