Under the Upper Hand --(A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Eighteen: Never Go Back

Chapter Eighteen:
Never Go Back

Shifting through the booths and tables of the diner, I swiftly collect dirty plates and tend to the costumers. The end of my shift is nearing, and I kept my mouth shut for the majority of the day. Did Gemma really have to know that I opened up to Harry so soon? Did her or Perrie really have to know about our 'almost kiss'? The answer was no, absolutely not.

My plan for the day was to swim through the day and avoid all questions on the subject of Harry and I. In reality, nothing at all was going on. Honest, just a blooming friendship, but I know the girls would never take it as that. They'd push and push the both of us until it was something more. I had my poker face on and my mouth sealed shut. No words of the friendly evening need to be revealed, or else they'll make it something that it isn't.

I travel behind the worn out break counter to grab my bag. As my shift at the diner comes to a close, I race out the door without even a goodbye to Perrie or Gemma. It makes me feel bad that I don't acknowledge my friends, but I don't want to answer any questions about last night today. I really just want to get home and be with him while I can before I have to go to my dreaded second job.
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Just as quick as that my jog back to the apartment complex was over. I found myself walking up the stairs and wandering the narrow corridor until I found the door to our flat. The lighting in the hall wasn't the greatest so it was difficult to find which door belonged to us since I was still getting used to it. My bag seemed to be growing heavier and heavier, so the faster I could find our place the better.

After some searching, our flat was finally found. I approached the door and knocked on it boldly so he would definitely hear it. Maybe we should look into getting me a key sometime? I waited a few seconds before knocking again, this time finally receiving a response.

Harry opened the door with himself in better order than when I left for work this morning. When I left for work it was pretty early morning, so he had bed-head and the pajamas he wore when we hung out last night. Since then, he cleaned himself up pretty well. Harry sported his purposely messy head of hair, but the difference between now and this morning was that this morning, stands and sections of his hair went in all directions and was flat out sloppy. Now, it looks neater and was tossed about on purpose. Either way, he made both styles work. He was dressed in tight fit black jeans, a looser white V-neck shirt, and no shoes... And he looked good. Better than good, Harry looked sexy as anything. All he ever does is make me slip deeper in love with him.

While I admired his appearance, nothing else transferred through to me. If he was talking, I wasn't hear it.
"Emma!" He called, something in his voice indicated that it wasn't the first time he'd said my name. Oops, must not have heard it over the sound of his gorgeousness...
"What? Sorry, hey." I greeted and attempted to put on my best smile. He gave his right back and pulled me in close for a hug. Once we connected, I shut my eyes closed and breathed in his strong scent. It's totally something I could get used to. After a second or two that went by much to quickly, we released one another and shared a silent moment. After that second, we found ourselves actually venturing into the flat.

The area was now familiar to me and I had grown to like it a lot in only two nights. I walked in a little deeper and set my back down in the same spot I did previously, by the bathroom. I knew I would need it soon, so there was no point to putting it anywhere far off. After that, I found a seat next to Harry who was lounging on the sofa. I positioned myself so I was facing him and in a key spot to admire his perfect features some more.

"So, Chipmunk, how was your day?" I questioned, and I watched him shrug.
"It was okay. One of my mates, Zayn and I stayed in here and played some video games. Pretty boring." He explained with an unexcited look on his face.
"How about yours?" Harry added. I responded with a shrug.
"It was so so. Tips were about average, so I guess that's good." Harry nodded knowingly before laying back and making himself comfy. I decided to do the same, and before I knew it, my eyes were closed. Quickly, I was drifting off into a nap. I was sure Harry was doing the same, so I figured that a few minutes couldn't hurt as long as I was awake in time for work.
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My eyes popped open and I knew I had to get ready to go to the club. First, I looked over to see a deep sleeping Harry snoring lightly with his head resting on the arm of the couch. Geez, I knew I had to concentrate on not being late instead of him. I was positive that I wasn't late, but just to make sure, I got off the couch and found my way over to the small scale kitchen to locate a clock. To my relief, it told me that I had 50 minutes until I had to be there. I decided that the best thing would be to begin to get my makeup on and change into my clothes. With this in mind, I shuffled over to the bathroom, slung by bag on my shoulder after picking it off the floor, and began to open the bathroom door carefully (so I don't wake Harry). I set the bag on the toilet, opened it, and began to put all the makeup out on the sink. With that, I got to working.
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I looked in the bathroom mirror satisfied with my reflection. Today I even managed to do my own hair in a long ponytail that would bop about as I dance. My outfit clung to my body and I was ready. I gathered my things and placed them in my bag before rezippering it and slinging it on my shoulder again. I opened the bathroom door to get out and turned out the light.

I pass the sleeping Harry on the couch and travel towards the front door. Should I wake him and tell him I'm leaving? I ponder the thought in my head for a minute. I mean, it would be best to give him the heads up not to wait up for me, but then again, it would be like waking up an angel. I decide that it is in my best interest to wake him.

"Hazz, wake up," I lightly instructed as I shook him back and forth. A low grumble escaped his mouth before I repeated this process. After a bit of persuading, the boy finally woke up.

The dirty look he gave went right through me. Harry's sleepy eyes looked me up and down and then they narrowed. Slowly, he rose from his spot on the couch so he was towering over my small frame.
"Where are you going?!" He commanded an answer. My eyes struggled to find his, I was scared to look at him. It's kinda unbelievable how frightened I got from him. It's also unbelievable how scary he really can be... I mean he's an angel, it's just every once and a while he isn't and he's actually quite intimidating.
"Work." I whispered in a small voice. There was no courage I could muster. I could see Harry's fists clench and his body tense.
"I thought we agreed that place wasn't good...and you deserve better..." He started. And again, the boy changed his entire vibe. We went from obviously angry to sympathetic, sad, and sweet, his current state. His ora could change at a pin drop. In a way, that was a great thing, because that meant he could never stay mad for too long before shifting to a different mood.

Finally, I found it in myself to find his green eyes. They were a little empty and filled with sorrow. It made me feel bad knowing that I took the vibrancy out of his eyes and on my own, replaced it with sadness.
"There is nothing I can do, I need to pay it all off." I explained to him. His face showed that he cared and that was the greatest thing to know.
"If it helps, you can stay forever." Harry paced a little closer to me and gently brought one of his large hands to my cheek before caressing it gently. It was like a thousand bats began to flap around in the pit of my stomach. Forever. Forever. Forever. I repeated that in my head a few times.

To be truthful, I didn't know how to respond to such kindness. I was so grateful that I didn't even know just what to do.

Turns out I didn't have to say anything, because in that moment Harry filled the tension the best way possible. Slowly, he leaned in and connected his soft lips to mine. My head began to spin as my lips melted into his, almost like they were made for each other's. Nervousness overpowered everything and I found myself breaking the kiss far too early.
"I uhm..." I stuttered. It was no use, Harry had me speechless.

Then, he gestured towards my dancing outfit and grimaced.
"You're too good for that. Promise me you'll never go back."
"I ah..." I started, but he cut me off.
"Never." His hands found mine and he was holding them both.
"I'll never go back." I ensured Harry.
"Good." He responded before instructing me to change into clothes that would be appropriate for another night of movies.

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