The Journals (Harry Styles Fanfic)

My week and Dinner

October 19th, 2013

Dear journal,

It’s been a week. A whole week. Harry has continued to tell me nonsense stories trying to make me laugh but all I do is smile. Never thought I’d say that again.

Harry is different. He doesn’t treat me like everyone else. I’m almost positive he knows now but he doesn’t push it or make me say anything. But he always tells me that a girl as beautiful as me must have a beautiful voice.

When he says things like that, I just get these, these butterflies in my stomach. I don’t wear they come from but I’ve felt it before. He makes me happy.

There I said it. Harry Styles with the bright green eyes and curly hair makes me happy. I just hope the happiness doesn’t turn into actual feelings of love.

Harry would never like a girl like me. It’s obvious he talks to me to pity me. He could have literally any girl in this school but chooses to talk to the quiet loner. I don’t get it. Probably just another prank.

This week was interesting. Definitely interesting. Harry walked me home. He met my mom. My mom was happy to see that I had a friend. After Harry left, my mom came to my room and tried to talk to me. But the weird part is, I answered. “So who is this Harry boy” she asked me. I replied with a simple smile and said “A friend”.

She was really happy I answered. I could see it in her eyes that she wanted more from but her mouth didn’t move. Before she left she did say something that got me thinking. “Have him over for dinner on Friday. I’m sure he would love to spend more time with you.”

And she left. I was confused at first but then I realized she thinks he likes me. What a joke.

The next day after Harry walked me home was a Wednesday. He wasn’t in school so it just made things worse. I walking alone to class, one where Harry would usually be next to me, and Miranda came up to me. At first she was just walking me backwards until she slammed me into the wall.

Wasn’t the first time either.

She said through her gritted teeth “Stay away from Harry. No one even understands why he likes a friendless, loner like you.” And with that, she left. I slid down the wall until I was sitting. I just sat and thought. What was I going to do?

Just leave my, I guess friendship, with Harry? I couldn’t do that. I felt like as I depended on him, he depended on me. It’s hard to explain, really, but it makes sense to me.

When he came back to school, on Thursday, I didn’t really look at him. I could tell he knew something was up but didn’t ask. I contemplated writing it to him what had happened in his absence or just stop acknowledging him, but I couldn’t decide which to choose. I choose to ignore Miranda.

I mean I got nothing else to lose.

So I wrote to Harry: My mom wants you over for dinner tomorrow night. Would you like to come? You don’t have to. It’ll be stupid anyway.

He smiled at me, I got butterflies, and he whispered in my ear “I’d loved to.”

Butterflies again. It was becoming a problem. Maybe inviting him was a bad idea.

Then Friday came. Harry walked me home and left so he could get changed and come back at 6. I was so nervous. I didn’t know why. All I knew was that I was.

He came at exactly 6. My mother greeted him and said he looked very nice. On the inside I was thinking the same thing. He did. He looked hot- wait no what am I thinking. We sat down at the table and started eating. Harry making witty comments now and then, my mother laughing at them. Then it was silent.

Like an awkward silence. So I did what I could and started clearing the table. Then Harry helped. And my mother said that we could go upstairs for a while and we did. Harry sat on my bed watching me.

I gave a him saying what and he said “I don’t know what you’re trying to ask me.” But he knew. I knew he knew. He had the smile or smirk, if you will, plastered on his face. I sat next to him on the bed and spoke. “What?”

I didn’t think I was going to. He didn’t think I was going to. I was scared. No one other than my mom has heard me speak. It was kind of – refreshing. Harry looked at me and gave me hug and whispered in my ear “Thank you”.

This boy must be making me crazy because I responded again.

“For?” I whispered. “Letting me in.” he answered.

I was confused at first what he meant, but then I understood. I understood very clearly.

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Harry, but I don’t like it.” I said in hushed voice. I wasn’t even sure he heard me.

“I know how you feel.” Was all he said to me.

I looked down at my hands not knowing what to say. He cupped my chin so I would look at his bright green eyes. “But I’m starting to get used to it.” And with that he kissed me.

It was my first kiss, don’t judge. It didn’t last very long. But he looked at me again with those eyes and said “I’ll see at school”.

He got up and left. And I sat there wondering what had just happened.

Tomorrow’s Monday and I am once again nervous as hell. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Always,

Sky.

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