The Way You Look at Me (Zoella x Harry Styles)

Chapter 10

Zoe's POV: 

Harry smiled at me his dimples showing. There is no way anyone could not find that adorable. His eyes shine just as bright as they did in that picture that I saw hanging i
on the hall way of his house. His eyes nearly identical to the man who had him sitting on his knee. I want to ask more about his family, but I'm afraid to. I'm afraid I might come across as nosey, or that he doesn't want to talk about it. 

"Does Alfie ever take you to these places?" Harry asks me, why would he ask me that?

"Em well not really. Usually we just... watch movies, go shopping or go for dinner." I let out an involuntary sigh.

"But I bet he goes to these things with Chloe." I have gotten over my jealousy of Chloe but he does seem to have more fun with her. Is it because I'm boring? I don't want to bore anyone.

"Chloe? That other girl that you hang around?" He questions me.

"Yeah. Well actually she's Alfie's best friend you see. When I'm just with the two of them I feel out of place, like I'm unwanted. They've known each other longer then I've known anyone here." I admit tucking my hair behind my ear. "Am I boring?"

"Oh yes. Completely" He teases me. I look away from him trying to hide the fact that his words actually hurt me. His hand moves to my chin forcing me to look him in the eyes.

"But that can be changed." He smiles. What does he mean by that? 

"It's my parents fault I'm boring. If they hadn't of put so much pressure on me not to disappoint them. Daddy's little girl has to be perfect, meaning no fun. 'Get a good education, no fooling around.'" I sigh in exhaustion. 

"My mums always on my back about school too. It's just I don't listen anymore. I use to. Ever sin- " He stops mid sentance,  looking off in to nothingness.

"Ever since what, Harry? You can tell me. We're friends aren't we?" I encourage him to say what he had intended to say.

"Since my dad died. Over the summer. I gave up trying at school, I really couldn't give a fuck anymore."

I feel the urge to hug him. I have never felt the loss of someone so close to me. I've never gone through that before so I don't know how it would feel to loose my father. Or anyone close to me at all in fact. The only experiences of death I have, is that I know that my grandparents on my dads side died before I was even born and my Aunt Elizabeth died three years ago. I never really new her so I couldn't really feel her absence.  She moved to new york after college and I only ever saw her once at Christmas when I was nine. The only thing that stuck with me through her death was how hard it was for my mother, loosing her only sister. I found her in my parents bed room that day, curled up in bed, in her pajamas at five in the evening crying her eyes out.  Which is so unlike my mother. No one is our house is allowed stay in bed past ten in the morning (unless sick.)  and must not walk about the house in pyjamas (unless sick.).  "As it is rude." I hated watching my mother get over that. I still can't even imagine what kind of pain she was in and what pain Harry is in.

"Harry, I'm really sorry.  I-" I start but I am cut off by.

"Save it I don't need anybodys pitty." I start to feel embarrassed I don't know why but I do. I shouldn't feel embarrassed about feeling sorry for him, but he said it so casually as if it was foolish of me to pitty him.

The ride stops and the bar was lifted
so we can step out.  I stand up with Harry getting out of the cart.

"I'm sorry." He says.

"Why are you sorry?" I question.  How is he sorry?

"For telling you that. I shouldn't burden you with anything. Worry about your problems" He explains to me.

"Harry, we are friends now. Okay? I want to be there for you. I want to help you through hard times. Okay?" I smile up at him, meaning every word I say. I reach up throwing my arms around his neck and I hug him tight against my body.

"I'm sorry, about your dad. I am but you're not alone." I whisper into his right ear, before loosening my grip and stepping back from the hug I just gave him.

"Hey, look it's Alfie. With that Chloe girl. Guess you were right about him bringing her to these types of things." He says as we look at Alfie walking the other direction with Chloe. I stare blankly off at them. I don't care. I thought I would but I couldn't care less anymore. I know he would rather spend time with her than with me. I've accepted it long ago. This is the first time I haven't cared though.

"Are you going to go after him?" Harry asks tilting his head to one side.

"No, I'm going to stay and continue having a good time with you" I grin up at him. He smiles down at me his dimples making another appearance.  "Well then, Miss Sugg. Lets have a good time then." He chuckles. 

*** 

We are leaving the carnival, walking down the street. Harry insisted he walk me home. We had spent another hour and a half at the carnival, going on any ride we could. I can't really remember having that much fun. We haven't seen Luke in ages and I think he might of went home early. It's pretty cold since it's mid October. I can see my breath in the air. 

I spot a girl pulling a large suit case behind her. It keeps getting stuck and falling to the ground. Harry makes his way up to her.

"Need any help?" He says polietly to the girl. She has curly dark brown hair, alot like his. She also has green eyes. They must be related.  

"Yeah that would be great. Thank you" The girl smiles at Harry then at me. Harry bends down and picks up the suit case.

"Where you going?" He asks her.

"To my aunties house it's just down here. I'm sorry to trouble you." She says awkwardly as if she didn't know if she should let him do this for her.

"No, it's fine. We're going this way anyway." Okay maybe they're not related since they don't semm to know one another. I can't stop myself from smiling. I've never witnessed how charming and how poliet Harry can be.

"Hey, your Aunt lives pretty close to me then." I smile at her.

"Really? I'm going to be living here too. My parents have new jobs that needs alot of travelling and I can't keep moving around. I find it hard making friends as it is." She admits.

"Well, welcome to Homes Chapel." I welcome her.

"Thank you. My name is Alison." She introduces herself.

"Hi, I'm Zoe, and Mr muscle over there is Harry." I wave my hand in Harrys direction.  

"This is my Aunties house in here." Allison says running a head of me. She stands out side a large enough house with a blue door. Harry places the suit case down beside her.

"Thanks again, Harry" She giggles. She opens the door with her spare key and before she closes it she yells back at me.

"Oh, and Zoe, I hope to see you again." She laughs closing the door.

"Me too Allison." I say not to anyone in particular, but just to myself as I don't think she heard me .

"Do you know that girl?" I ask Harry as we continue our walk back to my house. "No why?" he raises his eye brows.

"Um, Never mind" I laugh. Just because she looks alot like you...

A/N 

Hey guys, sorry that I haven't updated in a while! I've had exams and stuff, which still are not over! I have a week off but I still have to study for the few I have left. I'm sorry that this chapter is really short, but I'll try to upload a longer one soon! I promise I'll try my best to get it done fast. Thank you to anyone who continues to read this story it actually means alot, and if you wouldn't mind to keep voting and I love to read any comments:)