Night: Harry Styles

Chapter Seven

The sky outside was grey, the clouds heavy with on coming rain. Leaves on the trees were pulled by the wind, looping through the air. I sighed heavily, backing away from the window and over to my closet where I pulled out a light brown button coat, slipping it on over my leggings and tanktop, chinching it at the waist. The jacket had cost a lot of money, but like my comforter, I figured it be good to get a durable coat, a fashionable one too. I liked to leave my hair down, I'd read a long time ago putting it up could damage it, and as a teenager, that was the last thing I wanted. Now, I didn't care so much, but it had stayed a habit.

I was going out to the store today, and I was planning to walk because it wasn't raining. Yet. I wanted to take advantage of the dry weather since it didn't happen much around where I lived. I pulled on a pair of flats, grabbed my wallet, and walked through the door. I made sure to lock it, even though if anyone broke in, there wouldn't be much to steal. I walked down the flight of stair and out of my complex, onto the sidewalk. The grocer was only a short walk, and though the air was chilling, the weather was comfortable for me. The air cleared my head a lot, which had been fogged for the past week.

It had been seven days since Harry had taken me out- seven days since I'd last seen him. I couldn't say I missed him, with his constant presence, it was nice to breathe and get a change to sort out how I felt about him. Over the month long period I'd known Harry, I hadn't gotten the chance to do that. It was a little strange, our interaction. If anything, I should be slightly frightened by Harrys facsination in me, but I wasn't. As much as I didn't want to admit it, there was a small part of me, a part that I'd been trying to bury for the past two years, that liked it, that craved it. But there was a bigger part of me that was just confused. I didn't get what Harry would want with a girl like me. I knew I was pretty, but I never thought I was anything extrordinary, like the kind of girl that I would imagine with him. He was attractive, yes, but there was something he was holding back. I got the feeling that he was darker than his exterior was letting on.

I was so occupied with my thoughts that I didn't notice I'd already walked three fourths of the way to the grocer. I stopped at the crosswalk and waited for the sign to change to the white walking person. My breath came out in puffs, and the cold seeped into my pores. I figured it was in the low sixties. The sign changed after a few moments and I walked quickly across the road, my head ducked. A familiar black range rover happened to be stopped, and I wondered to myself how I had such luck.

I couldn't get a look into the windows, as they were tinted, but I had a pretty fair idea of who the car belonged to. The store was just ahead, and I had another fair idea that I'd have an unexpected meeting with someone inside. I mentally braced myself for his usually provacative words and ever penetrating gaze as I wandered down the produce section, grabbing a basket. I picked out a carton of strawberries and a bunch of bananas before a voice interrupted me.

"Carmen," Harrys deep voice spoke. "A lovely surprise."

"Harry," I turned around. He was smiling down at me, his cheeks rosy from the cold. He was wearing a white shirt, black jeans, and a brown bomber jacket. And boots. Brown boots. "What are you doing here?"

"What most everyone else is doing." His smile grew. "Its been awhile."

"Only a week." I smiled, polietly, even though it had felt like a pretty long week to me too.

"I like seeing you outside of work. When you're more yourself." he told me, his lips forming the words slowly. I liked the way his lips moved.

What?

"Though I like seeing you at work too, don't get me wrong." He smirked, picked up a case of blueberries. My heart rate picked up slightly as he reached over my shoulder to grob them, his face close to mine, but he leaned back, creating space between us again.

"Where have you been?" I asked conversationally.

"I was preparing for an upcoming business trip." his eyes averted to the berries behind my head. It was silent, neither of us knew what to really say anymore.

"Uh, I should get back to shopping." I mumbled, turning to walk to the vegetables, but he followed me. I ignored him, picking out a head of broccoli and a bag of baby carrots. I moved down the aisle to the squash, glancing to my side. Harry was still there, but his eyes were guarded, and his eyes were focused elsewhere.

"I think I have to go, I'll see you tonight, maybe." he left swiftly, and I'm sure he didn't even remember the blueberries he was holding.

Thats another thing. Harry was always hiding something. His tense demeanor was a dead give away that he was. Before Harry, I lived my life as if everyday was just a repeat of the last. But now, I never really knew what would happen next, Harry kept me on my toes. He'd already turned my life on its head in my short four weeks of knowing him.

And I was starting to like it.