For the First Time- A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 4 (Part 37)

(Harry's POV)

I sat on the sofa, nervously running my fingers through my hair, over and over again. I was still in shock over the phone call I received this morning. I still think I imagined the whole thing...

My phone vibrated beside me.

<<Tess>> I'm on my way... •••T>>

Nope. I guess I didn't.

I grinned to myself and blew a hot breath into my freezing hands. I sighed to myself as I picked the phone up again. I needed to call Tisdale. I hadn't heard from her in over a week. I typed in her number and pressed the phone to my ear.

It rang. Then rang again. And rang some more. I got her voicemail. I rolled my eyes, waiting for the beep, "Tisdale, where the hell are you? Its been, like, ten days since I've heard from you. I don't really care what you're doing, but it'd be nice to know if you're rotting in a ditch or not. Call me back." I threw the phone back down on the cushion, then stood up and walked to the balcony.

It was freezing outside, since I was wearing nothing but joggers and there was a light mist falling. I looked out over the parking lot, expectantly, for a few moments. I looked down as I picked at my nails and then it all finally set in. I was going to see her. Not while I was sobbing in the pouring rain, half drunk, and begging her to come back to me. She was driving to come and see me after so long. Tess was coming here.

I looked up quickly as I heard car wheels dip through a puddle. A beautiful Mazerrati pulled in next to my SUV. I looked back down. That couldn't possibly be her.

My curiosity forced me to look back up when I heard the door shut. My jaw dropped as I looked up to see a head of dirty-blonde hair, leaning up against the car.

She began to pace back and forth, talking to herself like she did quite frequently. I smiled as I noticed the tattoo on the pack of her neck Niall had told us about.

Her magnificent eyes were covered with black Ray Bans. She wad dressed in a green Jack Wills hoodie, perfectly fitted denim skinny jeans, and black Converse, her hair thrown up into a careless bun. I grinned as I realized that I had purchased that hoodie for her. She had come to an interview with us and an intern had spilled an entire iced coffee on her white blouse, exposing a very pink, lace bra. She was mortified and the five of us had stared a bit too long.

My heart leapt into my throat. I was so deep in thought, I hadn't noticed her looking up at me, a smirk on her face. I stared down at her as she lifted her sunglasses up, onto her head, her stormy grey eyes becoming visible. She lifted her hand and waved at me.

I chuckled at her audacity and waved back.

"Put some clothes on, Styles! You'll catch a cold!" she yelled up at me and she sat on the hood of her vehicle. I laughed and flagged for her to come up. She grinned and slipped her shades back on. She began to walk towards the building, pointing her keys over her shoulder and clicked the button, causing her car to honk and flash as it locked.

I ran inside, launching myself over the couch and ran down the hallway and into the bedroom. I rummaged through the drawers until I found a black hoodie that I'm pretty sure belongs to Zayn. I walked back down the hallway, think of the girl I had just encountered. She was so much bolder then the sad, broken girl who had fled from me a year and a half ago. Now she was strong and confident, and I hope I can help her stay that way.

There was a knock at the door. I took a deep, shakey breath, ran my fingers threw my hair one last time, unlocked the door and turned the knob.

As soon as I opened the door I was attacked into a hug, as I heard the clatter of her sunglasses and car keys hitting the floor. It took me a moment to register what was happening, but as her familiar perfume filled my nostrils, I was hit head on by a Semi-Truck of emotions.