The Story Of Our Lives. {Harry Styles FanFic}

Chapter 13;

Autumns POV;

As I woke up I quickly realised that I wasn't in my own bed. I looked around the unfamiliar room, and saw various pieces of clothing thrown on the floor, it was then I knew that I had to be in Harry's room. I quickly untangled myself from the blanket and made my way downstairs. I didn't know if Harry was still here, but I was hoping he was.

I entered the kitchen and saw Harry staring at his phone. His head turned towards me as I walked towards him, a lazy smile was placed on his lips as I sat beside him. I shifted awkwardly in the seat, realising that my bed hair was probably showing.

"How did you sleep?" He questioned, moving his chair closer.

"Good, thanks for bringing me up to your bed." I said tugging at the sleeves of my jumper.

His hands stopped me from tugging at my jumper, I raised an eyebrow at him confused on what he was doing.

"It's a bad habit, you'll ruin your jumper." He said chuckling.

I giggled. "You sound like my mum, Harry." I scolded.

Harry chucked lightly beside me, but his face didn't show happiness, instead it showed pain. I realised that his eyes were puffy.

"Are you okay?" I questioned knowing that his hand was still covering mine.

He smiled a weak smile before nodding his head and getting off his chair. I looked up at him as he gathered two hoodies that were slung over the banister of his stairs. He held out the hoodie to me as I raised an eyebrow at him confused.

"Let's go for a walk, there's somewhere I want to show you." He said pulling his hoodie over himself.

I stared down at the hoodie that he handed me before pulling it over my head. It instantly smelt like Harry, his cologne was placed in every inch of the hoodie, I pulled the hoodie over my nose, trying to smell it discreetly without Harry seeing. I heard Harry laughing, and realised that he noticed what I was doing. I smiled back embarrassed that he just caught me smelling his hoodie.

He grabbed his keys as I followed him out of the apartment and into the cold air. He quickly locked the door, before leading down a small path, I followed him making sure I didn't trip over my own clumsy feet. Harry kept looking back to make sure I was still there as the path was too small for both of us to be walking beside each other.

After a few minutes of walking I realised that we were entering a forest. I stopped in my tracks unsure on what to do. I didn't like forests, I was scared of them, ever since a small child I always thought that once you entered a forest, you would never get back out. Of course, that's not true, but I was only four, and I believed my friends. I believed all the horrible stories they told me, and since then I had always promised myself that I would never enter a forest.

Harry noticed me stopping, and made his way over to me.

"What's wrong?" He moved closer to me.

I looked down embarrassed and shook my head. "It's nothing." I mumbled.

He placed one finger under my chin and tilted my head up, my eyes made contact with his; I noticed that his eyes were a light green today, they were such a beautiful colour.

"What is it?" He asked gently, removing his finger from under my chin.

"Don't laugh at me, but I don't like forests." I mumbled. I looked up to see a smirk tugging at his lips, I frowned at him as he let out a deep chuckle.

He held his hands up, still laughing "Sorry, it was just random."

I punched my hands into his chest. "I told you not to laugh at me." I went to punch him again, and he grabbed my wrists. For a moment we just stood there like that, him looking down at me with his lazy grin still placed on his face, and me looking up at him glaring. It would have been the perfect cliche moment for Harry to kiss me, but me and Harry both knew we couldn't have that sort of relationship.