Trusting Harry Styles

Chapter 11: posted

My eyes slowly creeped open to the soft voice of Harry singing Hold On We're Going Home by Drake. I smiled to myself at his voice until I hear him sing the wrong lyrics. Only he wasn't singing.

"Finally awake huh?" You could hear the smile in his Cheshire voice. I sat up quickly from my uncomfortable position and rubbed my forehead from where it had leaned against the window.

"Yeah." I whispered, sitting straighter. The car was parked but not in front of a bakery or anywhere, but a house. "what are we doing here?" I asked, looking over at Harry who was unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Oh yeah, I had to pick something up real quick." Harry said. He bounced out of the car and I started to unbuckle. Once I finally did, the door swung open and Harry smiled, offering his hand. I took it happily and slid out. He swung his arm over my shoulders and walked, almost skipped, to the house.

The house was so hidden. Hundreds of trees and bushes surrounded the humongous house except for the front, which had turned out walls before getting to other houses.

"My lady." Harry cooed as he swung open the door, revealing a large modern looking home. I bowed playfully before model walking into the house.

"Wow." I whispered, stopping in the middle of his living room with an Apple TV, clothes here and there, and several other expensive furniture items and electronics. Harry swung his arm around my shoulders again and lead me to the kitchen, our footsteps echoing.

"One second." Harry whispered before speed walking down a hallway, leaving me alone in the kitchen. I examined the hundreds of photos on the wall. A bunch of them were of Harry and the other members of One Direction, which I knew because Maya took the liberty of teaching me all of their names, ages, faces, etc. My favorite though, was of Harry and his mom when Harry was around 14 and was smiling widely, hugging his mom.

"Oh no." I heard an Irish voice sigh from my left. I jolted my eyes in the direction of the voice and saw Niall standing shirtless with a soda in his hand. "Look, you have to leave," He said sternly, marching towards me. "I don't know how you found this house but this is too far, sorry but go." He pointed towards the door after setting his soda on the counter.

"Uh--" Before I could say anything Harry's voice echoed through the room.

"Niall what are you doing?" Harry asked.

"Another fan found your house." Niall said looking behind me.

"This isn't a fan Niall. This is my girlfr- My friend. Sydney." Harry said nervously. My eyes grew in size as he was about to say girlfriend. Did he really almost say that?

"Oh man! Aw I'm sorry Sydney. No harm done right?" Niall said nervously scratching the back of his neck.

"It's cool. it must happen a lot since your all... famous and whatever." I said waving my hand in the air.

"Yeah it doooooes." Niall said awkwardly, tapping his fingers on the counter. Harry came around from behind me and said, "Well this has been awkward enough. I got what I needed, lets go." He slipped his hand into mine and nodded at Niall.

"See you lad." Harry said before he started to walk.

"Wait! where are you going?" Niall said, his eyes full of hope.

"To get a cookie." Harry said impatiently.

"Ooh awesome! I was hoping you we're eating." Niall said excitedly as he slipped a t-shirt over his toned torso.

"Ahem." Was all that came from Harry. Niall looked over at Harry and they exchanged glances.

"You know, actually I'm not all that hungry. You two have fun." Niall said with a little depression in his voice. At least that's what I thought, because if he weren't hungry, why would he be sad not to go?