Only You- A Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 8: Taken

"I just want to tell the world that you're mine, girl..."

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Chapter 8

I woke up sometime in the afternoon, tucked warmly in with a fleece blanket and a glass of water next to my bedside. I hadn’t had much to drink, but I was a lightweight, and my head still pounded painfully. I gratefully drank it down and picked my phone up off the table. Underneath it was a quickly scribbled note.

Lexi,

I couldn’t bring myself to wake you. You look so peaceful when you sleep.

Call me when you wake up.

I miss you already.

Harry xx

My heart expanded, and a grin found its way on my face. Harry was such a sweetheart. And now he was my sweetheart. He was my boyfriend.

I let that sink in for a moment before I squealed into my pillow. Harry Styles was my boyfriend. EEP!

I sat up and immediately dialed his number. He picked up on the third ring.

“Look who’s awake!” he crowed cheerfully. I giggled.

“Yeah, I guess I was a little hungover.”

“Not as bad as Avery,” he chuckled, and I bit my lip. I wondered if she was awake yet.

“True,” I murmured, still distracted.

“Earth to Lexi. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything about Avery,” he murmured. I shook my head.

“No, it’s fine.”

“It’s not. Now you’re worried about her. Look, before you shoo me off the phone, listen for a second.”

“Okay?” I said quietly. I could hear Lexi’s quick footsteps to the bathroom and the loud sound of retching.

“I have an interview in about an hour with some local guy.”

“Okay?”

“And I want to put our relationship out for the public on the show.”

“Whoa, wait what?” I said quickly. I was completely alert now, focused wholly on Harry. He sighed, and I could almost see him fisting his curls in my mind’s eye.

“I want to tell the world about us.”

Everything in me screamed to tell him no. To tell him that we were too new, that we weren’t ready for something like this. But there was also that part of me that wanted to make him happy. More than anything else. That other part of me won the internal struggle, and it was with great hesitance that I agreed.

“Okay, if it makes you happy,” I said finally. I was resigned to my fate, which was clearly going to be full of tabloids and paparazzi.

“No, I won’t do it if it’s going to upset you,” Harry said. I almost felt as if he’d prepared this speech ahead of time, like I was being ambushed with sweet boyfriend talk.

“It’s not. Do it, it’ll be fine.”

“Are you absolutely positive you’re okay with this?”

“With what?”

“Dating me, being in the public eye… It’s hard, and it makes our relationship more stressful, but I don’t want to scare you away either,” he finished breathlessly. He was talking fast, as if he was afraid he’d forget what he was trying to say and instead tried to spit it all out at once.