Drag Me Down (h.s.) EDITING

Breakfast

I looked in the mirror again. I ran my hands through my long hair for the thousandth time that morning. It was 7:45. Harry would be here at 8 to pick me up. I saw him for the first time last night in over a year. Finding a note asking me out for breakfast was the farthest thing from what I thought would happen. Especially after finding out he's basically dating someone. Zayn and his "they're just friends" bullshit. Suuuure. But, there was one thing I didn't understand about that comment. I hadn't dated Harry at first, because of Niall. Then, I didn't date him because of the media, the fans, the gossip, and all the rumors all the time. This girl seemed keen to make Harry hers. If it was Harry that was apprehensive.. There had to be a reason why.

The thoughts were bouncing around in my head as I pulled a pair of ankle boots on. I stood and looked in the mirror again. I wore jeans, a plain black sweater, and a dark wash jean jacket. It was simple but practical for how cold it was. If anything I was practical, most of the time.

I grabbed my purse and made my way down the large staircase. I was beginning to get nervous. As I reached the bottom step I noticed Zayn was half asleep on the couch in front of the tv in the living room.

"You're house has fifty rooms and you seriously decided to sleep on the couch." I said as I took a seat across from him.

"Piss off." Zayn mumbled as he pulled a pillow over his head.

"Someone's hungover." I laughed. He did look a little worse for wear but as soon as he showered he would be back to perfection. I always made fun of him but to be honest he was prettier than half the female and male population.

"Someone's annoying." he pulled the pillow from his face and rolled his eyes. That was quickly followed by a grimace. He really was hungover. Poor thing.

I opened my mouth to comment about his poor attitude just as the doorbell rang.

"That's for me. See ya." I jumped up and immediately darted over to the door.

"Please don't tell me... I knew it. Liam owes me." Zayn chuckled from the couch. I shot him daggers.

"Liam owes you what?" I questioned as I opened the door. My eyes were once again glued to Harry. He was just as good looking right now as he had been last night. I smiled tentatively at him.

"Nothing you need to worry about. Now, you run along with Mr. Styles so I can sleep on my couch without being bothered." Zayn said as he gave me a sarcastic smile. Asshole.

"Zayn's cranky this morning. He forgot to exfoliate before bed." I heard Zayn laugh as I stepped out and pulled the door closed behind me. Harry was smiling but still hadn't spoken. He was making me more nervous with his silence. He walked us over to his black Range Rover that sat in the circle drive. He stopped in front of my door before opening it.

"Thank you." I said as I stepped up beside him to climb in. We were inches apart. I could smell his familiar scent engulf me. I had to close my eyes to steady myself. I had missed him so much it was unbearable. I hadn't realized just how much I had missed him until he was right in front of me again. While I squeezed my eyes shut at the onslaught of emotion coiling inside me, I felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around me. I immediately returned the embrace. I hugged him so tightly I thought he would surely suffocate but there were no complaints.

"You look lovely." Harry said as he stepped back. I felt his hands linger on my arms before finally helping me into his vehicle. I'm sure I looked like an idiot with the huge smile that was on my face but I didn't care. I didn't have any idea how he would react. I couldn't have hoped for a better welcome.

As we pulled out of Zayn's driveway my phone buzzed. I rummaged in my pocket and pulled it out.

Zayn told me about your breakfast date. Tell him everything you told me. Have fun babe.xx -Niall