Misplaced [ Harry Styles ]. *COMPLETED*

Chapter 17- Confusion

Chapter 17- Confusion

“Zayn, hi.” i say stepping around Harry facing Zayn

“What’s going on here?” Zayn asks suspiciously

“Nothing-uhm- Harry was just- leaving” i say and Harry looks at me hurt, Zayn smiles

“Do you want to go get something before we go?” Zayn asks and Harry leaves, looking mad

“Uh, no thanks-” i smile and he nods, we make our way over to our cars and he follows me home, as i get out i notice Harry’s car isn’t in his driveway, I stress and head over to the front door, and Zayn follows shortly behind

As we enter the house I smile, and Zayn does the same, today’s session went by fast and he understood the work sooner than i expected him too, maybe Harry was telling the truth, maybe he was just using this to get closer, its almost four when Zayn leaves and Harry’s car still isn’t there. Worry becomes the best of me, and I text him

“To: Harry<3-  When are you coming? Its getting late? Xx :*”

“From: Harry<3- Sorry babe, won’t be able to make today... ): <3 x”

Wow, I scoff and put my phone in my pocket and sit on the couch after about half an hour of watching tv, i finally realize he isn’t coming i head upstairs and take a bath and put on my nightclothes and make me some dinner, by the time I’m done its 8 o’clock, i feel my eyes getting heavy and I fall asleep on the couch

“BELLE???”  Harry’s voice wakes me up out of my short sleep, i look at the watch and i see its half past ten

“What?”  i groan and rub my eyes

 “Open up, please baby”  Harry begs and i head over to the door and open it, looking down

“What do you wa-” i start as i look up and i take in my surroundings

“Wow”  i say and Harry smiles, motioning for me to go stand next to him I giggle and walk over there

“You did this?” i ask as he holds me

 “Yep” he answers, looking proud. Candles, candles everywhere and roses- wow,  with a table in the middle of my lawn and pizza boxes.

 “Harry, thank you" i say and tear up

 “Sorry if I’m not as romantic as you want me to be, I’m no Romeo, I’m just me” he reads the small piece of poetry off the palm of his hand, I look at him and i smile

"You are litterally the biggest dork i know" I laugh and he sticks his tongue out at me

We sit and we talk and he was acting strange, telling me that  he loves me every five seconds