TO BE WITH ME - HARRY STYLES

three

"This album was really good. I like it." I quietly say.

Harry looks up at me and has the biggest smile. "Tell me your favorite part."

I look down, shy. "Um... I really like the way they all sound together."

"That is called harmony, love."

"Harmony?" I pulled out a notebook and pencil. I always took notes. I wanted to learn more.

I begin to slowly write but get stuck. I was not in school for long. I was not smart at all.

"Um how do you spell that word?" I look up at him with pleading eyes. I was so embarrassed.

"Harmony? You don't know how to spell that?" He asked. I felt like there was judgement behind it.

I felt my cheeks turn red. I was truly embarrassed.

"Never mind." I whisper quietly and close my notebook.

Just as I was about to put in my bag. I feel Harry's hands on mine. He smiles at me and pull it closer to him. He grabs the pencil from my hand and begins to write.

"I'm sorry. I did not mean to judge you whatsoever. I was just surprised. I can help you with anything else if you would like."

I smiled. I put the notebook away after he gave it back to me. To embarrass me even more, my stomach growled.

Not only did it growl. It fucking roared. It did not stop at all.

"Woah, someone must be hungry." I heard him say beside me.

"Yeah, maybe later I will get food."

"Later? Your stomach says otherwise. C'mon, you must know a good place around here."

"Together? Y-you mean l-like dine. You and me?" He stood up and grabbed my hand. Hurrying, to get me to go with him.

"Yeah! My treat!" He says as he grabs my hand and drags me outside.

"Wait, Harry, I don't know if that is a good idea." I say as I halt my movements.

He turns to me and looks down as he grabs both my hands in his. I stared up at his eyes. I felt myself blush a bit. I couldn't help it. He was very beautiful. I have seen many and he was one of them for sure. His dark curls were slightly messy from the wind. I felt the breeze as well againts my dark hair.

His fingers traveled from my hands up to my arms. He finally reached my shoulders and pushed us closer together. "Please, Emma. You can trust me. You are hungry and so am I."

I looked down at my feet. I felt his hands travel back down to my hands and hold them. I didn't look back at him though. I kept my gaze on my beat up shoes and pondered on the thought of eating with him.

He's leaving soon, right? What's the harm?

I never trust and let my guard down. I knew I would be making a mistake by letting myself do this just because he is cute. But I really, really couldn't help it.

I looked up and smiled. I nodded my head and watched his smile grow wider.

We walked in silence. Harry kept trying to grab my hand but I would slowly pull away. I had no idea what to do. I was quite shy but a part of me wanted to just know him more. I was scared to trust him too. I didn't even think twice usually about being with a guy. But, I was young and knew I couldn't be alone forever.

I didn't even think I would make it this far in life.

As we were walking in silence, I start to wonder, why me? Why is he hanging around with me? What is his purpose?

"You do realize, I am waiting for you to pick a place." His voice startles me and I look up.

"Um, I know there is a diner down this way." He smiles at me with his beautiful dimples and follows me.

We finally arrive and the smell of the food has made my stomach growl again.

"How about we play 20 questions?" He says as we sat down at our table.

"Um okay.."

"I just want us to get to know each other a bit. I'll go first! Where are you from?"

"I am from Brisbane." I say quietly.

"Cute. So do you like Melbourne more?"

"Yeah, I guess. I don't really go back to Brisbane but I pretty much know the area now."

I watch as Harry stands up and comes to my side of the booth. He pushes me gently further in the corner and turn his body toward mine.

"Emma, love, if you can't speak a little louder, how am I supposed to hear ya."

I blush and mutter a quick apology. He grabs my chin and slowly lifts it while looking me in my eyes.

"Louder."

"Sorry, Harry."

"Good Girl."