Chances (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 11

(I actually really love this chapter. I wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who reads this. I'm up to 450 reads. I know that's not much, but I'm proud of this story so far. Also, if you're not already, please follow me on twitter: @chilllharry. I love you all! -emily xx)

Songs:

Strong by One Direction

Back For You by One Direction

Through the Dark by One Direction

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Chapter 11

HARRY’S POV

            I heard a soft knock on the door, followed by the sound of Karen talking in the hallway. I knew she was supposed to be back with Catherine and her friends, so I was on edge about everything. I didn’t know when I would tell her the truth, but I had to sometime this week. Right now, I was focused on making sure I looked okay.

            I took one last glimpse in the mirror to fix my hair. What was wrong with me? Since when did I care what a girl thought of me? I laughed to myself and opened the door slowly to find Catherine standing there in tight pants and a t-shirt. She was so casual, barely any makeup. She looked so beautiful like this.

            “Hey,” she said shyly.

            “Hey, how’ve you been?” I said pulling her in a hugging her. I felt her relax into my chest and hug me back.

            “I’ve been good. Thank god school is over,” she said into my chest. I laughed softly and she slowly let go.

CATHERINE’S POV

            He wrapped his arms around me, and I relaxed into him. His arms were so strong, and I didn’t want to let go of him. He smelled so good and was looking even better today. Something was different, but I couldn’t tell what it was.

            He helped me unpack into my hotel room that I was sharing with the girls. They had already unpacked and were hanging out with the guys. Harry took out my folded clothes and neatly placed them in the drawers. I walked into the huge bathroom in the hotel and put my make-up bag on the sink and went back into the bedroom. Harry was laying on my bed scrolling through his phone. His white t-shirt was thin enough that I could see his tattoos.

            “I need to change, Harry.”

            “You know where the bathroom is,” he said smirking.

            “Wow, aren’t you a charmer,” I said smirking back at him.

            “You love it.”

            “Whatever you say,” I said smiling and trying to hide the redness that was creeping onto my face. I changed into my denim shorts and a white shirt with lace lining the sides. I stepped out into the room and Harry was still on his phone.

            “Well, don’t you look lovely,” he said beaming.

            “Thank you,” I said blushing, again.

            “Do you want to go to the boardwalk with us? It’s okay if you’re tired,” he asked.

            “Sure, sounds fun,” I said casually.

            “Okay, cool. I’ve missed you,” he said snaking his arms around my waist. I looked down and smiled. “And that beautiful smiles of yours.”