I Can't Change {harry styles 1D}

Chapter 4 - This Isn't Over

Hello my fellow internet buddies! For the next few chapters I will be experimenting with different POV's so let me know what you think. Thanks again for reading and I love you all!!

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After dancing strangely in the car and getting very wierd looks from everyone around us, (added with the screaming fangirl every now and then as we sped past) unfortunately, I was home.

'WE'RE HEREEEEEE,' Louis sang, very loudly might I add. I couldn't help but be a little disappointed that we were already at my house.

'Lou, try not to defen me next time!' I shouted. I can't even begin to explain how crazy this is, my brain is malfunctioning in a hot-boy-overload. Even though I started off being a socially awkward penguin I eventually dared to open my mouth, and already feel like these boys are my best friends. Can this day get any weirder?

I was about to open my door before Harry ran out and opened the door for me from the outside. Such a freakn gentlemen!!!

'Aww, Hazza is sad that you're leaving!' Lou joked, but I couldn't help but notice that Harry was blushing. I relucantly climbed out of the car, thanking the boys for the ride home. I was about to walk to the doorstep, groceries in hand when,

'Ari, wait! You forgot your bag!' Harry ran up to where I was standing.

'Right, oops. Sorry about that.  By the way, I can't thank you enough for bringing me home.'

'Honestly, it was nothing. I'll see you soon?' he said smiling. But before I could answer I felt Harry's lips gently press against my cheek before he whispered, 'This isn't over.'

Without giving me a second to respond he had already jumped into the car as I heard Lou scream, 'HARRIANA! Harriana alert!'

'Shut up Lou,' Harry mumbled. My jaw dropped in utter and absolute shock, and everything that was in my hands fell to the floor (I may have broken a few eggs here and there.)

And, just like that, they were gone. I stood at my doorstep, frozen, trying to process what had just happened to me. It was starting to rain but I honestly didn't care. This is all a dream, it has to be...

Okay, it's starting to pour now and I was already half drenched. I searched through my bag trying to get my keys out, but instead I pulled out a peice of paper.

What is this. I honestly do not remember putting this in my bag... Probably just a recipt or phone bill.

I unfolded it and did my best not to get it wet. (Which mind you wasn't very well.) It said-

I'll be in Sydney for a month. Text it, call it, I don't care. I just want to see you again. Don't take too long beautiful. xxHazza

And on the back, was his number. Harry Styles gave me his number, and kissed my cheek, and called me beautiful.

OH. MY. FRICKN. FRACKN. GOD.

I found my keys, chucked the groceries inside and slammed the front door, hyperventilating. And what else was there to do? I screamed my lungs out, jumping up and down as if I just won $100 000 000 000 and probably the whole neighbourhood heard me. But I didn't care.