Found (Harry Styles) #Wattys2017

Chapter 32

Songs:

Make Me Like You: Gwen Stefani

Pieces: Rob Thomas

Ro's POV

I spent most of the night reading Harry's journal entries and listening to the playlist he had created over and over again. His words thrilling me and scaring me all at once. Like usual, I had too wonder if this was all some trick of his which would only end with me being hurt, but by the way he wrote it, it seemed sincere. And honesty, even Harry, as despicable as he was sometimes, couldn't faigne such a powerful emotion as love. No one could really. At least I didn't think it was possible. Love is too strong of an emotion to fake.

The other half of the night I spent making a playlist of my own accompanied with journal entries, just like Harry. Except, I had every intention of him reading them.

Just as I shut my laptop, there was a bang on my door, scaring the crap out of me. I crawled out of the bed, my body stiff from just sitting in the same spot for hours. I opened the door, realizing I was still in pajamas when the cold hit my bare legs. Harry stood there, bright eyed, looking like he was ready to conquer the day after a good night's rest.

He held up a paper bag and a cup holder with a giant smile, letting himself in. "I brought breakfast." The sound of his voice only reminded me of what I had read only a few hours ago. His stupid confession and what I had written back.

"Great I'm starving," I said as the smell of food hit me.

I stood there awkwardly watching as he moved my laptop, sitting himself in the center of my bed, taking up most of the space. "Come and eat," he grinned.

I knew exactly what he was doing and he knew exactly what he was doing to me. He was being flirty and it was flustering me. I tried to say something, but I fumbled with my words so I just shut up and joined him in the furthest corner of the bed, staying as far away from him as possible.

He chuckled, handing me the bag after he had gotten his things. "No offense love, but you look like shit," he smiled, getting closer. "You didn't sleep well?"

"Not really," I admitted.

"Bad bed?" He questioned, taking a bite of his breakfast sandwich.

"Something like that," I shrugged, doing the same.

"So what do you want to do today while we wait for Sam and Dean?"

I shrugged again, taking a drink of the cup he handed to me. "Umm, I've never really been outside of Belleville so, I guess some sight seeing?"

"Wait, you've never traveled?" He asked, bemused.

I shook my head, wiping my mouth with a napkin. "Well, just to the city and my parents lake house. Oh, there's this little town somewhere in Arizona my dad used to take us to when we were little, he always said Arizona had the best sunsets." I smiled at the thought.

"Well, go get dressed and we will explore this town together," he smiled, tapping my thigh, his touch sending a thrill throughout my body.

I got up quickly, grabbing the bag that had all my clothes in it and rushing to the bathroom. I went through it, finding a pair of jeans and shirt, changing into them in a rush, brushing my teeth and hair and washing my face. Once I was done getting ready, I leaned against the door, taking deep breaths before I felt brave enough to face him again.

"You clean up nice," he chuckled.

"Are you going to keep laughing at me?" I asked, irritated. He has been laughing at me all morning and it was making my nerves go away, replacing them with frustration.