My Safe Place

9th Chapter

Harry cooks the pancakes on the stove with his broad back towards me, and I can't help but stare. His muscles flex as he moves around. I think back to all the days he wouldn't wear a shirt on the soccer feild. His sweat would fall down his chest, his eyes fixed on the ball in front of him, his toned-

"Soups on!" Harry shouts and breaks me from my thoughts, sliding me a plate. On it lay three pancakes stacked on top of one another drizzled in maple syrup. I'm so hungry right now anything would be appetizing to me.

We move to the living room when were finished devouring our food and he flips through some stations.

"What do you like to watch?"

That's a good question. I never really watched TV growing up. My roomate has a TV in our dorm so I just kinda started getting into it. Even then, I'm super busy with studying and classes.

"Anythings good?" I reply.

He finally lands on an old Friends episode and we laugh at the stupid things that the characters say. His chuckles are literally beautiful and can't help but smile. I notice that we are pretty close on the couch and my heart flutters a bit. His warmth is radiating to me and I just want to rap my arms around him and cuddle. Just earlier we were holding hands and then his hand was on my thigh. Why can't we be like that again?

"Do you need another icepack?" Harry asks randomly, tearing me from my thoughts about him once again.

"No, I think I'll be good." I quickly say. I totally forgot about my face. I put my hand up to it and its almost gone.

He nods and tells me that if I ever need anything, to just ask.

We get back to watching Friends and from the corner of my eye I think I see Harry staring at me. I try to not notice it but I can't help look over at him. When I switch my gaze from the television to Harry, he quickly looks away. I bite my lip in an attempt to hide my silly smirk. Was Harry really staring at me?

"Shit, it's 10 after 1. We've got to get going!" Harry is almost yelling as he jumps up from the couch.

"The team is supposed to be there an hour early before every game and it's fucking 1:15. We have to go!"

"Well I don't really have any clean clothes with me," I say, "so I'll just gonna walk home."

"No, I'll drop you off at your dorm. Let's just go." He says frantically. He's running around grabbing miscellaneous stuff and grabs his keys and were out the door in a jog.

"I'm so sorry we had to meet like this." Harry explains, as were running to his car.

"And I'm sorry that were fucking sprinting to my car because of my carelessness."

"It's fine Harry," I giggle, watching Harry jamming his key in the ignition with force. He races out of the parking lot, and I can't help but wonder if he speeds a lot. He's good at it.

His car isn't what I expected it to be. It's an old pick up truck and on the inside is beaten up leather seats. Most kids that attend this school have fancy sports cars with the whole fucking nine yards but Harry Styles, of all kids has a cheap looking Chevy. Harry doesn't seize to intrigue me and he always leaves me wanting to know more. I admire him.

As we get in the car, I begin to recognize my surroundings. My dorms are straight across the street. I never knew Harry lived so close to me.

I tell him that I live there and he speeds past the only stop sign seperating our homes.

"I just wanna say again that I'm so sorry what happened to you, I feel terrible," Harry says pulling up to the front of the building.

"It's fine, really," I smile at him. I am too shy in his presence too say anything else.

He hops out of the car and runs around the front and swiftly opens the door for me. He never seizes to impress me with his kindness. I step out and grab my purse.

"See you later Harry." I say quietly. I am so sad to leave him. We both smile at eachother. He looks at me, a-a wierd look on his face. I shake it off and begin to slowly walk away.

"Wait." It's Harry.

I turn around to see his muscular arm behind his head, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

"Do you think, maybe you'd wanna, um, go on a, a date sometime? I mean only if you'd want to."

Holy shit. This can't be real. My head is spinning. I might throw up. Or pee my pants. But I can't think about that now.

I've never seen Harry so nervous. He's always so smooth and collected. He seems so perfect all the time. How could he be so, so shy.

"Yeah, that would be nice." I say and smile foolishly, still collecting my thoughts.

"Cool, I'll text you later?"

"Sounds good!" I must be dreaming.

We both smile at eachother and he runs into the drivers seat and speeds away into the distance, leaving my heart pumping in and out of my chest.