I'm Not Sure of My Feelings For You (Harry Styles and Camila Cabello story)

Chapter 74 You're Here

( Phil Collins You'll be in My Heart

   Cannonball LittleMix)

Ashley and I walk down the dark streets of New York. Many guys our age and older pass by us, stareing and even licking their lips-their stares aren't intimidating due to being used to Harry and his friends. I still remember the way my back hit the brick wall, and how terrified I was, but when Harry came to sight all my troubles somehow (sort of) vanished. His strong arms holding my fragile frame, keeping me safe, just hearing his heartbeat sending me to a different world. His fingers touching my arms, sending electricity to my shaking fingertips.

  "Cam are you alright?" Ashley asks me with a concerned look, and tone.

  "Yeah sorry j-just remembering." I laugh shaking my head, letting a small tear fall. "So where are we going?" I ask.

  "Now that is a secret." She says in a English-Posh voice, causing the two of us to laugh. "What I will tell you is-is that you my dear will have one hell of a good time." She smirks.

                 Harry's P.O.V:

"Move your damn feet." Tori scolds me. Usually I would be annoyed but I find her extremely amusing, so I let her alone.

  "I'm good." I stretch myself out more on the couch, making my feet reach to the end of the couch. She huffs in annoyance.

  "Look I don't hate you, but I don't like you either, so move your damn feet and I'll leave you alone." She smiles with sarcasm.

  "You do know that there are more than just this couch, right?" I smirk at her.

  "Damn you're annoying as hell." She sighs sitting on the floor.

  "Alright, Alright, I was kidding sit down." I move my feet, to make room for her. She sighs while sitting down. "You know I don't think I have ever heard you swear as much as you do now." I give her a questioning look.

  "I never swore until I met Niall, and especially you." She closes her eyes lifting her head, I cough because I know she is lying. She opens her eyes at the sound of my cough. "Fine...maybe once or twice a day but to myself or with my friends, but that's it." She frowns as if she committed a crime, and I laugh at her. "Shutup." She rolls her eyes, leaning into the couch.

  "Tori!" Niall yells from upstairs.

  "What?" She shouts back.

  "I'm hungry, can you make me a sandwich, babe?" I can just picture him pouting.

  "I swear that boy has gotten lazier ever since he sprained his knee." She gets up obviously annoyed. "Ontop of that I just fucking sat down." She says a frustrated tear falling onto her cheek. I feel for this girl, but also for Niall.

  "Here Tori you sit, I'll make Niall a sandwich." I shrug and walk out the room not wanting her to make a big deal out of it. "What does he want on it though?" I ask.

  "White bread, ham, cheese, mayonnaise, lettuce, tomato, and that Italian dressing in the bottle that I made." She shouts to me from the living room.

I sloppily place all the stuff onto the bread and fail at making a simple sandwich.

I march up the stairs taking two steps at a time.

  "Horan I swear if you're naked 'cause you think I'm Tori, so help me I will rip your dick off and slap you with it." I laugh and am serious at the same time. I hear ruffling behind the door, I give him a minute or two to get dressed or whatever the hell he has to do.