sleep // styles {au}

=8=

It’s been two weeks since I met Harry. All he does is text me and it’s actually kind of annoying, but I enjoy having someone to talk to. I’ve been asked to hang out countless times, but I always turn him down because like I said, I never let anyone in. I’m scared that he will get sick of me and just forget about me. Is that bad that I always feel like this?

Rain drops raced down my window as I looked down at the people walking the streets below. Umbrella tops of different colors littered the streets while tiny twinkling lights hanging from the street lamps lit the sidewalk for the pedestrians. I was so busy these past two weeks talking to Harry that I forgot that Christmas is only two weeks away. It’s crazy how fast this year has gone by, especially when you are awake every single minute of the 365 days of it.

My phone started to vibrate on the spot next to my feet.

Harry.

I picked it up and rolled my eyes while answering. “What do you want curly? This is the fourth time you called me today!”

“Well, even though I know that the answer will be no, I thought I would ask you if you wanted to go and walk through Christmas Village. They just set it up and I really want to go.” He sounded really excited, but his excitement is about to disappear.

“Sorry dork, but you know that I don’t like to leave my apartment.” Harry sighed through the phone and I giggled like a goddamned school girl.

“Please Jess? I will never ever ask you to leave the apartment ever again, just come out this one time!” I can imagine the curly hair boy pouting like a little kid. Maybe I should just go out for once. I’m sick and tired of having these stupid voices in my head telling me that the outside world is a horrible, evil place.

“Um, I’ll go.” I muttered into the speaker of the phone.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” I know damn well that he heard me because he laughed.

“I said I would go ok! I’m going to go get dressed now. Goodbye!” With that I hung up on the annoying guy I call my friend. I guess we would be friends right?

I walked over to my closet, where all of the clothes that never get worn were hanging. I plucked a cream oversized sweater from its hanger and grabbed a pair of dark washed denim skinny jeans that were folder on the top of my dresser. With both items in my hand, I maneuver to the bed and lay the articles of clothing down on my bed. I stripped off the cotton shorts and white t-shirt that I had put on only hours before Harry’s phone call. Since I already showered I just pulled on the fresh clothes from my closet and grabbed my old white vans that were kicked at the bottom of my bed. My hair was perfect in its natural waves so I just left if.

My phone started to vibrate once again, but it was only a text.

Harry: I’m outside. Hurry it’s a bit nippy out here!

 

I didn’t even answer his text back. I shrugged my black pea coat on, along with my matching gloves and scarf. Here goes nothing.

~

Harry was waiting outside my apartment building with a brown leather jacket with a fur collar and black skinny jeans on. His curls were covered by a gray beanie and he had that stupid signature smile on his face.

“C’mon slowpoke, I wanna go and get a hot chocolate!” Harry walked up to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, hurrying me along. The whole walk to Christmas Village was a straight up comedy act. Harry was telling jokes that were bloody horrible, but they still managed to make me laugh. He was halfway thought a joke about a hotdog when the twinkling lights in the distance caught my eye.

“It’s beautiful.” I whispered hoping that Harry wouldn’t hear me.

“Just like you Jessica.” A cheeky smile grew across his face and I rolled my eyes at him.

“That’s the oldest comeback in the book Styles. Plus it’s not going to work on me.” I laughed and his arm was removed from my shoulder and instead he placed his hand in mine. My mind was going crazy. Do I pull away or let him hold it? Shit, um I guess I’ll let him hold it.

“Well hopefully someday I will be able to win you over someday in the future.” This made me smile for some reason. Sure I like Harry, but I don’t think of him as anything more than a friend. Plus we’ve only known each other for two weeks. Harry is a really sweet guy, but I don’t think he will be able to handle the baggage that comes with me.

“Ha, yeah whatever you say weirdo. C’mon lets go get some of that hot chocolate that you were bitching about earlier.” I pulled Harry towards the twinkling lights while I tried to ignore the voices in my head that kept telling me that Harry would never want a piece of shit like me.