Dive (Harry Styles) AU

Chapter XII

           
Warning: triggering content

The weekend passed in a blur and I'm happy to say that a spend it all with Harry. After we left the tattoo shop saying goodbye to Luke, Harry took me to dinner to a small Italian restaurant and I loved it, not because my favourite food is Italian but because for the first time since I met Harry he seemed carefree and happy. We laughed together so much that at the end of the night I couldn't feel my stomach, he told me stories about his teenage years and all the trouble he got himself into with his friends. He opened up to me and I saw a side of Harry that I immediately feel in love with since Saturday night. Sunday when I woke up he was already waiting for me on the living room telling me that he wanted to take me somewhere but eventually it started raining really hard and it seemed that ruined the plans he had for the day. So we spend it at my flat watching Netflix and eating junk food, my perfect type of date. But I had to remind myself over and over again that that wasn't a date but two friends hanging out, even though I would love to be true. I still can't figure out what I feel for Harry but I know is something deeper than a little crush or even a sexual attraction, I just would like to figure it out because sometimes I really don't know how to act around him and I'm so scared of doing something reckless like kissing him or something.

I'm making my way to the magazine with a smile on my face, I'm in such a good mood even though it's Monday morning, all thanks to a curly green eyed boy. I get inside the office saying hi to Olive and asking her if she is joining me and Gemma at lunch, witch she says yes right away. We always have lunch together since my first day here and it's so much fun, Gemma and her had become close friends to me and I absolutely love our lunch hour together. When I'm getting to my desk I can see a big bouquet of red roses on a vase on top of my desk, my heart starts beating really fast and my hands get all sweaty just thinking of the person who sent them, just one name keeps flashing on my mind, Harry. When I get to my desk I drop my things in it and admire the beautiful roses while smiling like an idiot. I look up and find Gemma smiling and wiggling her eyebrows at me.

"Who is the Prince Charming? Please tell me it's your neighbor!" She asks me.

"I think it is from him, yeah." I tell her with a big smile on my face.

"OMG, are you two dating already?" She suddenly asks me.

"No Gemma, we aren't dating. But we spent the whole weekend together and it was so good. He was so different, like he finally was being himself around me, he was so comfortable that started opening up to me, telling me stories about himself and everything was perfect." I tell her how incredible my weekend was with Harry.

"You are in deep for this boy, damn! Look it has a card on it." She says pointing to the dark red roses on my hands.

I took the card opening right away, to anxious to know what he wrote for me. There is just a single phrase 'Have dinner with me, please. Meet me at the Savoy Hotel at 8.', I look at the person who signed the card and my heart comes falling to my feet. My smile disappears in a heartbeat and my heart beats rapidly again, just not for the same reasons as before, now he beats because I'm scared and disappointed. The person who sent me the flowers is not who I think it was, it was James, the guy I thought who had given up on making any type of advance towards me. I really thought he already forgot about me and was chasing someone else, I guess I was wrong.

"What is it? Are you ok, you look like you had seen a ghost?" Gemma asks me getting beside me and looks at me with concern.

"It wasn't my neighbor who sent them." I say very lowly.

"Then who sent the flowers? Mary, you are scaring me." She says.

"It was James." I tell her, feeling a very cold shiver running up and down my back. I don't know why but since the last encounter with James on the elevator I get this weird feeling every time I see him or say his name. That evil smirk he gave me that day didn't came off of my head since then, it's like a warning or something to just keep my distance from him.