Completed Heart

Chapter 21: Harry

Chapter 21: Harry

We walked inside; Louis had his arm around me. All four boys were in the TV room playing video games. Once they saw us, they paused the game.

“Oh, there you are! I thought you had forgotten 

about me sweet cheeks.” He smirked, but his eyes were serious. Louis plopped down on the couch next to him.

“How was it, Suze?” Liam looked up at me. I put on a smile, but he could tell it wasn’t real. Liam knew me well. He bit his lip as a serious expression crossed his face. Harry hopped up.

“You ready, babe?” he nodded towards me, looking down. I was about to answer him, but Liam interrupted.

“Do you mind if I talk to my sister quickly?” He was going to ask me if I was alright, I knew it. I didn’t think I could survive a conversation like that with Liam, I wouldn’t be able to keep it together. 

“Actually,” I looked at him tentatively, “I have limited time with Harry, because Louis and I got off to a late start, and I want to have enough time with you tonight, sooo, maybe we can talk later.” Liam looked at me, puzzled, but nodded. Harry breathed out a sigh of relief and took the car keys from Louis.

“Get in the car,” he instructed, “I’ll meet you out there. I just have to grab something first.” I nodded and headed out the door as he wandered into the kitchen. I sat myself in the car. I decided to check my phone, since I haven’t in a while. I pulled it out. There were a couple texts from Sarah and Leah, just gossip, though. Then I had a few texts from some classmates asking for the homework. The last text was from Ty.

We need to talk. X Ty

I shook my head. I don’t care about whatever he was pissed at me for; this was my last day with the guys. I sighed and put away my phone as I heard someone close the boot of the car. Harry then climbed in. I looked up at him quizzically, wondering what was in the trunk, but he smirked. He wasn’t telling.

“Liam said he would like you home at about 7 or 

8ish. That means we only have like 5 or 6 hours. So, I’m sorry for my driving in advance.” He smiled at me as I groaned. These boys were horrible drivers. We started off to wherever we were going, Harry driving as quickly as he could.

“Do you mind if I do some practicing? The boys were going to do some harmonizing and whatnot, now, but since I’m stuck with you,” he joked, “You have to listen.” He patted my knee as he popped in a cd. The first song came on and I instantly recognized it as their own song. I shot him a dirty look, but he ignored me.

“What?” He asked innocently, “We are going on tour in like a day or two; I need to practice my lines.”

“I thought you were only starting practice in a day or two. Tour doesn’t start for a month.” He laughed and shook his head. As his line came on he started singing. His musical voice echoed in the car. Once his part was over, I sang along to the chorus. We developed a pattern. Every time all of the boys sing, or a guy other than Harry sang, I would sing their part. It was a lot of singing, but luckily I had the entire cd memorized. We got through six tracks when we came to a stop in front of a beach.

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit.” I looked at him as he turned off of the car.

“I didn’t say we were swimming. This might just be a pit stop…” He climbed out of the car and walked over to the trunk. He pulled out a whicker basket and smiled up at me. The smile was one of his real smiles, the kind that twinkled in his eyes.

“Or…” he continued, “We could be having a picnic.” His smile turned cheeky, flashing his irresistible dimples. I sighed and looked over towards the beach. Just before the sand, there was a small patch of grass, hiding from the sun in the shade of a tree. He took my hand and we walked over to the tree. He pulled a large blanket out of the basket and laid it down on the grass. We then sat together, facing the ocean. I felt like I was in a scene from a cheesy romcom. Harry looked perfect in his tight shirt and jeans. He looked like a different person than usual. Instead of having a flirty exterior, he had a caring expression. Instead of being kind for a motive, he was being kind just for the sake of being kind. I was afraid that he was getting the wrong signals from me though. The whole set up was romantic and, as much as I wanted to have a romantic relationship with him, I couldn’t.