Too Much ( Harry Styles Fanfiction )

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

I know I gave in far too easily, but Harry is too hard to resist. This weekend, well despite his attempt to make me jealous with another girl on Friday, he has been nothing shy of perfect. Since the day I met him, I never could have imagined that he would be the one that I came crying to when things were going wrong. I'm glad he's really changing. It amazes me though, I had no hope in this guy and the fact that he is making an effort for me really makes him that much more lovable.

Just as soon as I agreed to go with Harry back to his grandparents cabin, he wasted no time in rushing us to leave. He must know his window of opportunity is small before I change my mind.

"Do you want to get anything before we go?" He asks me.

"No, I really don't want to go back inside. I'm fine though." I look down at my jeans and sweatshirt, I'll be okay in this.

"Okay," he nods and takes my hand to lead me to his car.

"Isn't your mom going to worry about you?" I remember the conversation Anne and I had earlier about how she was pleasantly surprised at her son's recent behavior change. I don't want to be the one to make her angry with him for staying out all night.

"I'll just tell her I'm staying at Louis'." He shrugs and begins to drive.

"So what did you do at Louis' when you were there?" I try to make normal conversation, I feel like Harry and I never talk just like friends.

"The usual, half of them were getting drunk and the girls tried to play truth or dare.. Same shit, different night." It's like he doesn't see anything wrong with this, but I feel my heart drop with his mention of girls.

"Girls?" I breath, trying not to sound jealous.

"Yeah, what about them?"

"I don't know, I just thought it would be you and the guys or something."

"Addie, there's a lot of girls that are in my group of friends, but you don't have to worry." He answers my unspoken concern like a psychic and places his large hand on my thigh, this time he doesn't remove it. Despite his warm body temperature, his touch cause bumps to raise over my skin.

"I know..." I'm not really sure what I want to say.

"I'd rather be with you." He smiles and moves his hand from my lap.

I desperately want to grab it and force him to leave it there. His simple gesture cause me the comfort I need from him. When he turns up the heat in his car, he moves his hand back to where it was, and I let out a breath of relief.

"So are you feeling any better?" He asks.

"Much.. I owe it to you Harry, you've really helped." I lean over and give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Even if we remain friends, I can't thank him enough for his help today. He's the last person in the world I thought would be helping me through a tough time, but I'm glad he did.

"I just know what it's like, I've been in your position." He states and I can't help but imagine a seven year old Harry having to go through what I am right now. I'm sure he was far more confused and scared.

When we pull up to the now familiar cabin, a feeling of excitement runs through my body. I hope this night goes as well as this weekend has.

We get inside and Harry flips on the lights in the main room before starting a fire to warm up the cabin. I really regret not grabbing a jacket.

"Do you ever see your dad?" I ask Harry and grab the blanket we had used the other day.

"Not really, but sometimes, yeah." He tells me and holds out his arms.