Always Have and Always Will

Chapter 2

“You’re the guy from the chat room?” I gasp. “but how would you know where I live? I didn’t tell you, I just told you I’m moving into an apartment for my birthday.” I was beyond confused. And had all other emotions inside me scrambled.

“Exactly. You said you would move in on the 16th and I went and talked to the real estate people and they told me your apartment details and all that.” Harry says.

“But they wouldn’t just give out information like that to people they don’t have business with.”

“Yeah, well, if they ever say anything about a boyfriend, don’t stress.

“Why? I don’t even have a boyfriend.” I say suspiciously. A glimmer of hope flickers in his eyes.

“Because I might have told them I was you boyfriend.” He says, “and I don’t believe you don’t have a boyfriend. Someone surely as gorgeous as you must have one.” He teases. I feel my face flushes a deep red. He moves to the side of the couch so I can sit down. I grab the tv remote and turn it on. After a couple of minutes of deciding what to what, I settle on dance moms. I hear Harry groan, and I smirk.

“Shut up,” I tell him. “I wanna watch this!”

“And I don’t.” he replies. It takes a few seconds before he says something else. “Just wondering, I thought you loved our band. Why aren’t you fangirling?” he asks.

“Because if I fangirled that would be embarrassing and you would probably leave, and I don’t want you to leave.” I put my hand up to my mouth. Did I just say that? God, he must think I’m a freak and clingy.

As if reading my mind he says, “You may be a bit crazy, but you’re not a freak or clingy.”

“Did I just say my thoughts?” I ask. Mental face palm.

“Yes, you did”. Now give me the remote. I can’t stand a moment longer of this crap.” He takes the remote off me. Oh no he didn’t!

“You just made the wrong decision, Styles.” I say, holding out my hand, silently asking for the remote. He gives me a cheeky smile, and slaps my hand, like a high five.

“Dear me, Harry.” I say sighing, as if in defeat. He smirks and turns to the tv to change the channel but not before I jump up and rip it out of his hands.

“Hey! Give that back!” he yells. I run in to the kitchen and hide in the cupboard. I hear his boots walking around the apartment looking in each room.

“You can run but you can’t hide!” he yells. My breath quickens and I hope not to be found, but also to be found. I don’t know, something about Harry is intriguing. Something I didn’t know before. A certain emotion, but I can’t quite place my finger on it.

Bam. The cupboard door flings wide open and I scream. He grabs me by the waist and flings me over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” I shriek, trying to move out of his strong grip.

“Fine. It you say so.” He says. He starts to drop me towards the floor but I scream. He doesn’t let go. We’re in a position where he is leaning over me and I’m underneath him, with his hands around my waist.

“Are you going to give me the channel?” he smirks. I shake my head quickly, resisting the urge to kiss him. His lips are so beautifully shaped and they look too nice to kiss. I hook my legs around his waist, and put my arms around his neck. He stands up straight. I climb onto his back.

“Geez, you actually are clingy.” He jokes recalling our brief conversation earlier. I swat him playfully.

“At least I have the decency to let you stay and not randomly go to people’s house and say ‘I know you’. ‘Cause that sounds really stalkerish.” I say to Harry. “Now, put your hands out.”

“What are you doing?” he asks. I stay silent. He puts out his hands and move onto his shoulders. I put my hands on his and feel something close to an electric shock go through my hands, travelling up my arms. I shake it off, position myself, and then do a half summer-sault before landing on the floor.