Forgotten

Chapter 3

When I arrive back at the dorm, Harry is snug in my bed; fast asleep. I try to wake him, but he is a heavy sleeper. I pull one of my pillows from under his head and lay it down on the ground. I fall asleep almost instantly and dream about Harry again. Only this time, I wasn't being chased by those blazing green eyes.

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I reached to the other end of the table for a breadstick. I was sitting at the table across from Harry at a very fancy restaurant. He grins at me then looks back down at his menu. I place the breadstick on my plate and take a sip from my glass. The waitress comes up to Harry and I to ask what we would like to eat. Harry orders for me and she writes down our orders and heads back into the kitchen. "Let's ditch." Harry suggests, with a smirk. "No way! We have to pay for the drinks and everything!" I tell him, swatting at his arm. He stands up and puts his coat on. "Coming?" He asks me. I take some money and put it on the table before we leave. We run into the parking lot, hand in hand, laughing so hard, I slow down. "Slow poke!" He yells at me before he tosses me over is shoulder. I begin to scream and kick my legs. We reach the car and he puts me down. "I love you." I say to him as he cups my cheek. Our noses brush. "I love-"

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My dream is interrupted by a hand, much larger then Addison's or Perrie's. My eyes flutter open to meet Harry's. I grin at the memory of the dream and he grins too. I reilized it was obvious a blush was creeping on my face. Addison isn't awake but Perrie is up on her phone. "Come to breakfast with me." Harry says with that British accent I adore. I nod and rub my eyes from my blurry vision. Dammit, I fell asleep in my contacts. I changed into a light purple shirt and a pair of dark jeans. Harry was waiting for me just outside my door. Why does he want to have breakfast with me? I wrote a little note for Addison and Perrie telling them I went out to breakfast with a friend I met. I grabbed a light jacket and opened my door quietly.

"Hey beautiful." He says as he puts his phone into his pocket. I feel redness creep on my cheeks again. He took his hand into mine as he pulled me down the hall. A few minutes later we were in his car. "Wanna play a game?" He asks me, turning down the volume on the radio. I shrug and turn back on the radio. I don't know exactly what this is. I just met him but I feel like I've known him for years. I'm so confused. I've been with guys before but none like Harry. I can't tell what Harry wants. Does he want a relationship from me or a one night stand? My thoughts are interpreted when the radio turns off again. "Hey!" I exclaim. "Let's play 20 questions. I'll start." He tells me. I straighten my posture in my seat and look over his way.

"Pancakes or eggs?"

"Hahaha, umm, pancakes. Football or rugby?"

"Football. Green or blue?"

"Blue. What are you majoring in?"

"I want to be an environmental scientist. How about you?" He asks me.

"Neurology. But I've wanted to be a professional dancer ever since... I can't even remember. Why did you kiss me last night?" I ask him. He doesn't respond right away. His fingers tap the steering wheel. I cough lightly, trying to get a quicker answer from him. "That's enough of that game." He tells me as I let out a small chuckle, and look out the window.

About 5 minutes late, we pull up in front of a small little cafe. The sign is in a strange font that I don't know exactly what it says. It looks like any old cafe, a coffee colored roof with beige cement walls. There is a big window with a wedding cake on display. My attention turns to a small sign that says "help wanted." Harry chuckles at something, his green eyes are on me. His dimples are showing as he shakes his head. "What's so funny?" I ask him as he continues to laugh. He nods his head as he steps out of the car. He makes his way around to open the door for me. When I get out of the car, I smooth my shirt as he links his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him.

"Table for two." He says to the waitress politely. "Sorry, but were full." She says, chewing her bright pink gum obnoxiously. Harry looks over her shoulder at the half empty restaurant. His eyes fill with rage and his hands stiffen at his sides. "There's practically no one here!" He half shouts through gritted teeth. The hostess looks up at him, then back down to her phone. "Did you hear me?" He shouts at the women. I elbow his arm and whisper, "Calm down." He glares at the women for a few seconds before turning his heels and walking out of the restaurant. I apologize to the women, then chase after Harry.

"What the hell? You can't just go ballistic on people!" I scold him. His fingers drum on the steering wheel. Beads of sweat appear on his forehead. "Do you like iHop?" He asks me, totally out of the blue. "I've never been there." I tell him as he starts his car and pulls onto the road. "Then I guess you will be trying something new." He tells me. I check the time on my phone. His little out burst in the restaurant took away a good bit of time. It's almost 10. "Let's just go back to the university. It's about lunch time anyways." I say softly to him, not wanting him to have another outburst. He ignores me as he keeps driving the opposite way.

I unlock my phone and enter my messaging app. Message after message pops up from Addison. By the time my phone is done ringing, we pull into a parking lot that has a building with a big blue and white sign. 83 messages. I scroll through them. Most of them asking where I am, a few asking why there's a few pillows and blankets on the ground. One really stood out to me. Did that Harry guy sleep here last night? Is that who your with? How would she even-. My thoughts were interrupted by Harry's door slamming. I open my door and run up to his quickly moving body. He stops running once he figures out I'm chasing him. He slows down and turns towards me. "Don't make me throw you over my shoulder, slow poke." He says. I shutter at his words that remind me of the dream that I had last night. I decide to ignore the thought and catch up.

"Can we have a table for 2, please?" He asks the host, putting his hand in mine. I blush at the action and he notices, blushing at me in return. The host picks up 2 menus and begins to walk towards a table. Harry's hand doesn't leave mine until we reach the booth. We take a seat on the chilly leather seats as the host places our menus in front of us. We thank him after he tells us that our waitress will be with us in a moment. I pick up my menu and scan through the drink section.

"Wanna play 20 questions?" Harry asks me. I can't help but to grin at him. "What is up with you and 20 questions?" I ask him with a giggle. He grins as he shrugs his shoulders.

"Do you have any siblings?" He asks me.

"No. My mom had a miscarriage a few years back, otherwise I would've had a sister." I tell him. My mother had a miscarriage when I was 15. Her boyfriend promised he'd marry her and be there for her. But when the kid was out of the picture, he left us and took everything he gave us, including our home.

"What's your favorite band?" I ask him

"Ehh, I like Coldplay and The Fray." He tells me shrugging.

"Hmm, full name?" He asks me. I giggle at his strange question.

"Skylynn Elizabeth Hill." I tell him. He bursts into a fit of laughter that I don't understand, but I can't help but to laugh back. "What's so funny?" I ask him, between fits of laughter. "Your initials are S.E.H and mine are H.E.S. Who woulda thought?" He says. "What's your full name?" I ask him in return. "Harry Edward Styles." He tells me. I nod my head.

Just as he is about to ask me another question, our waitress comes over to is. She looks about 30 ish. She has a pixie cut hair style with a big tattoo from her wrist to her earlobe. There's something about tattoos on women I don't like. I think they get the to draw attention. "What can I get you two to drink?" She asks us. She has an accent very similar to that boy, Niall. I think she's from Ireland. Harry tells her he'd like tea and I tell her id like coffee. She walks away to retrieve our drinks.

"Back to the game!" Harry exclaims, rubbing his hands together, creating friction. "Favorite book?" "Fault in our stars." I tell him. He makes a gag face at me. "That's the best book of all time!" I argue as he shakes his head. "My turn!" I tell him, ending the playful argument. "Why did you kiss me?" I ask him. The color drains from his face. "I kissed you because..."

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A/N

WOAH CLIFF HANGER! I'm sorry if there are no ihops in England. I'm guessing because I live in the u.s. And idk. Well anyway.... COMMENT AND VOTE AND READ AND WHATEVER YOUD LIKE TO DO BECAUSE ILY ALL SO MUCH AND AHHHH. you guys are the bestttt<3