Trust

Chapter 4

"You're what!" Harry shouts, anger and disgust clear in his harsh tone.

"I-I'm sixteen, Harry.."

"I fucking heard you the first time! Why would you lie to me about this? How come you didn't tell me sooner? I thought- I thought we maybe had something." he snaps at me, "And now I can't even look at you." He turns away from me and my chest feels tighter. The light surrounding him slowing starts to fade and I feel like I'm shrinking. I call out for him but my voice doesn't seem to reach him. He can't hear me. Why can't he hear me? It starts to get dark around me and the floor below me is giving out. I fall to the ground and once the floor breaks, I fall deeper into darkness, trying to call his name. I'm yelling as loud as I can but no audible noise comes from my mouth.

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"Har- Harry!" I yell, jolting awake, sweat beads covering my body. One of his hand comes up to feel my forehead, the other pressed slightly to my waist. Relief washes over me when I meet his gaze and that stupid little flutter appears in my chest again. It was just a dream.

"Dahlia, are you okay?" he asks me. Instead of the anger and disgust that I saw in his sparkling green eyes just moments ago, I now saw flickers of worry and panic. His eyes were still dazed from the sudden wake.

"Yeah just.. bad dream," I tell him. I know that he heard me yell his name and I'm thankful he doesn't question me about it further. He just takes the hair on the side of my face between his fingers and pulls it behind my ear.

"What do you want to do today?" he asks me, starting to climb out of bed. I begin to reach for him, to pull him back to me, but I restrain myself from doing so.

"Whatever you want to do."

"You're so indecisive," he laughs. The beautiful sound filling the room and ringing through my ears. He's now sitting on the edge of my bed. He turns his head to the side to look at me through his peripheral vision, "is it weird?"

"Is what weird?" I ask him.

"Waking up to me, instead of just a silly little message."

"I don't think weird is the right way to describe it. Different, yes," my mind goes back to just minutes ago when I was so relieved that he was still next to me when I woke up. What if he hadn't been?

"Crap! My mom!" I yell at a whisper. "I'll be right back. Stay. Here." I warn him.

When I get downstairs my mom is sitting at the kitchen counter with her back to me. She's in her normal pink robe and her dark brown hair, just slightly darker than mine, is up in a bun. A cup of coffee is in her hand and the morning paper on the counter. Before I can speak she says, "So.. who's the boy in your bed?"

She's still facing away from me when I respond, "That's Jake. Well, Harry."

"Harry?"

"He's not Jake. I mean, he's the guy I was talking to, that's just not his real name."

"I knew you met him and hung out with him yesterday but I didn't think you'd have him in your bed so fast."

"I didn't! I mean, I did, but not like that! Mom, he's Harry Styles," I choke.

She's turns to face me, "That one guy from the band? The one you've been fussing over for two years? How is that even possible?"

"Yes. And I don't know. I still don't understand it myself."

"Does he know how old you are?"

"No..."

"Lia, how old is he?"

"20..." My voice muffled by my head in my hands.

"Lia!"

"I know! Okay? I know!"

"Has he touched you?" Concern washing over her features.

"What? No! Not like that. No- he-"

She cuts me off, "Does he know you're sixteen?"

"No, please, keep your voice down," I plead, not wanting Harry to find out this way.

"When are you planning on telling him? I walked in there to turn your light off and I saw the way he way holding you. It's very obvious that he feels strongly for you. But nothing can happen between you two. I know you care for each other and I want you guys to spend time together but do not lead the boy on, Lia. I mean it."

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"Are we almost there?" I ask him. We've been driving for almost an hour now, the warm summer sun is beating in through the sun roof making the top of my hair hot. The trees seem to whip past us on either side of the road because of our speed. There's no other cars in sight and I have no idea where we are.

"Almost," he smirks. Harry's hair is pushed back with a piece of cloth wrapped around his head. We had to stop by his hotel so that he could change and when we ran into Niall he kept making suggestive comments. Harry laughed them off but I felt uncomfortable.

I look over at Harry and he's glowing, the same glow I had seen when he was on the stage two nights ago. The same glow that left me almost in a trance. My eyes wander from his face to his broad shoulders, down to his chest and his long torso, back up to his arms. My gaze travels down the length of his arms to his large hands. I watch the way his left hand grips the top steering wheel as he makes a turn, his right hand resting on my right thigh, his long fingers drumming along to the songs. My songs.

"Is this all of my favorites songs?" I ask referring to the playlist.

"Uh, I was hoping you wouldn't ask," he says, his hand leaving my thigh to rub the back of his neck, "but yeah, it is." Why does he carry around a playlist of my favorite songs? Does he listen to them to think of me or does he just enjoy them too?

My thoughts are interrupted when he tells me that we're here. I get out of the car and he jogs over to my side to meet me. We're in a small parking lot, it almost looks like a state park. He leads me to the edges of the trees in front of us and there's a clear view of the cities below.

"How did you find this place?" I turn to him, smiling wide.

"I asked some locals," he laughs. We walk further into a small clearing and a tall tree, twice the size of the ones surrounding it, is directly in the middle. A wooden swing, held up by two thick pieces of rope, is hanging from the the tall tree. I think the shock and awe is clear on my face because Harry speaks up.

"You always told me that you wanted a rope swing when you were younger but you never got one."

"This is.. I don't know what to say," I breathe. I sit down on the swing and he sits down on the ground in front of me, holding both of my hands in his and placing them on my knees.

"You don't have to say anything. I know it's not much, but I want to give you everything you've never had."