Confusing and Wrong [ Harry Styles ]

Chapter 9

Adrenaline and fear start coursing through my veins. What if Harry has just been acting nice and is really going to leave me here so that I miss school and have to find a way to get back home that is if I can make it before I freeze to death.

"Are you going to kill me?" The silly question passes my lips before I have a second to consider my words.

"No Ace, I wanted to hang out without everyone around to judge us. I wanted to have some time to talk."

"I told you not to call me that." I hate that he calls me Ace. He is the same person who has made my life a living hell and yet he thinks he can call me Ace and we can just be friends.

"Anyway,what do you want to talk about?" I ask him sarcastically.

He looks at me like I have lost my mind.

"I don't know, maybe the fact that our parents are getting married? The fact that we kissed and hung out over the weekend and then went back to acting like total strangers today." He looks away from me quickly, redness forming on his cheeks.

"I like you Ace."

I wanted to scream! He was making me so confused, over the weekend we had got along really well but when I saw him in the hall at school he acted like he didn't know me and now here he is saying he likes me! I swear I'm going to rip my hair out. I liked him, against my better judgement there was still part of me that really just wanted to rip his clothes off. But I was still cautious; you can't go from fearing a person one day to just trusting them whole heatedly the next. I would be an idiot if I let him into my life that easily.

"Ace, we are here."

"What are you talking about? All I see is a big tree." I wasn't kidding. We were standing in front of a huge tree but it was still just a big tree.

"Look up."

When I lookup into the branches of the tree and there is a tree house, just like I always wanted as a child. When dad left all hopes of having one were thrown out the window because there was no way I was going to get mom to build me a tree house.

It looks like the treehouse came right out of a fairy tale with the light layer of snow covering it, the perfect little destination for our excursion.

"You want to go up?" Harry's question interrupts my thoughts.

"Yeah!" I am still a little girl at heart and hanging out in a treehouse sounds like the cutest thing in the world. Harry isn't really the ideal person to be making up my childhood memories with but I will take what I can get at this point.

The strangest part about the last couple of days have been that I was so busy thinking about Harry I haven't even thought about harming myself once. I was so busy wondering what would happen when we saw each other today that I wasn't thinking about how awful life has been lately.

"Acelyn, let's go." Harry was already at the top of a ladder that consisted of boards that were nailed to the tree.

Once I got to the the treehouse I could see That inside was a set of plastic chairs and a little plastic table made to look like a dining set. The roof had a square cut out of it so you could see the glistening tree branches and the now sunny sky. Harry is too tall to stand comfortably in the little house so he is forced squat in order to not bump his head.

"Wow, Harry it is beautiful up here."

"Yeah my father and I built it when I was young and I had to hang out up here all the time. I would make up crazy scenarios in which I was the prince or the king or the hero and right off some condescending bad guy. I had a pretty wild imagination back then."