too young for this { harry styles }

Chapter 22.

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"What was it like?" Harry asked as we walked through the large masses of people in the mall.

Our faces were hiding behind the sunglasses that were centimeters from our eyes, therefore nobody had the sixth sense of the one and only Harry Styles and Ivy Aldaine walking around The Grove. Our elbows were brushing against each other slightly because of his hands being in his pockets and me having amazingly short arms. Just our arms slightly touching each other was enough to send shivers up my spine.

"What was what like?' I answered his question with a question as I stole a glance at his well-perfected crooked smile.

He scrunched up half of his face in thought, trying to explain what he had meant. "You know, I'm not just going to ignore the fact that you spent half of a year in rehab because of you having a hell of a lot of mental illnesses." He paused to take in a huge breathe, when he let out a large huff of air I could feel the mint tingling on my face. "So, we might as well get on with it."

I looked away from him and tried to comprehend his question, but I failed. "Again. What was what like?" I finally urged.

He smiled at my confusion and chuckled. "Rehab. What was rehab like?"

I tried to choose my words oh-so carefully because nobody had ever even bothered to ask me what rehab was like, and the fact that he cared enough to ask me how it was brought a smirk to my face. "It was frightening. Extremely frightening." I answered, a hint of sarcasm in my voice so I didn't sound pathetic, but I wasn't being sarcastic at all because it was frightening.

"How was it frightening?" Harry finally asked, his voice was a whisper because of the young adults walking past us.

Part of me believed that they noticed us because of the slight curiosity in their eyes, but I asked his question with no answer at all.

"I don't know about that Joseph! Maybe we should go to New York. But music is there. I hate music." I said in the most convincing country accent I could put on.

I didn't want them to recognize us, so I had to confirm the question those people were about to ask us not true before they even asked us.

Harry's eyes went into a mischievous squint.

"Alright, but I think we need to get your head checked, Annalise." He said in a loud, horribly put on American accent.

I couldn't help but laugh at his stupidness. He may have been incredibly stupid, but he's an adorable stupid.

The people who had been staring stopped staring and were exchanging whispers. Harry and I scurried off away from them, we were laughing like crazy, but we didn't want our time together to be interrupted.

We made our way to some store when we stopped walking so fast, only causing Harry to throw his head back in pure laughter. His hair was falling back and shook with the rest of his muscular.

I stood there. I couldn't manage to even move. It was as if I had to look at him. He was perfection despite all of the things we've been through ourselves and together. I don't understand how some people can just walk away from that kind of happiness.

He was perfection. Indescribably perfect in ever single way. I can't even try to wrap my head around the fact that I let that go. That it was my fault. That I told him those heartbreaking words and it was my decision.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked after he had recovered from his laughter.

I froze more than I already was and looking down. "Just, just looking." I lied, trying to cover up my hopelessness of actually being in love with someone who isn't even technically friends with me. There is no way that I'll ever be able to confess how perfect he is ever again. There was a time where we weren't awkward and we were open, but that time is over and done with.