8 Years Later... (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 15

Chapter 15 - I'm okay

"Are you okay?" Harry asks, breaking the silence in the car. I sighed, and he looked over at me with questioning eyes.

"I hate that question." I mumbled, shaking my head. Harry stayed silent, keeping his eyes plastered on the road we were on, but concern was still evident in his features. 

"Why?" he breathed, still not making eye contact.

"It implies that I'm supposed to be just okay… And that as long as I'm only okay, then there's suddenly nothing to worry about.  As long as I'm alive, I'm pretty much okay, but you can be alive and feel like everything is wrong. Am I happy is the real question." 

"You feel like everything is wrong?" 

"No, but I'm okay." 

Harry breathed out a long breath, and reached over to hold my hand. When we came to a stop light, he looked at me.

"I see what you mean." he replied.

"Yeah." I breathed, not knowing what to say.

"Are you happy?" he asked, smiling and squeezing my hand. I see what you did there, Harry.

"Cute."

"Are you?" 

"Well, now that I'm with you I am." I smiled and kissed him on the cheek before he continued driving.

"I was just worried about Sarah and all. I feel bad leaving Jasmine behind and I feel even worse that Sarah still hates-… I mean, hasn't gotten over what happened. What if she never accepts you and she doesn't approve of us dating?" The words came out before I could even register what I was saying. Harry's face lit up as he met my gaze, a wide grin spread out between each dimple. 

"Dating?" he chirped. I sighed at the realization of what I had accidentally said, then took a deep breath. 

"I meant-… Okay fine, yes, Harry. You win." I admitted my defeat. 

"Win what?" 

"Uh… Me?" 

"Well, that's the ultimate prize." he smirked, pulling up to the hotel. "So we're dating now? It's official?" 

"Uhg. Labels… How about you take me on a date first?" I bit my lip, Harry's eyes widened and he slammed his eyes shut, silently cursing himself for not thinking go the idea first. 

"Shit! Of course, a date. Why didn't I ask that in the first place?!" he took my hands into his, and looked into my eyes, in attempt to make the occasion more romantic and momentous. Hah, classic Harry.

“Autumn Lily Michelle.” he spoke, before taking a dramatic pause, “Would you l-“

“Holy shit, yes. Can we find a parking spot now?" I laughed. He pouted at me and quickly turned into a parking space nearby.

“To finish what I was saying before you INTERRUPTED me,” Harry glared at me, “Would you like to go on a date?”

“With who?” I joked. He rolled his eyes and groaned in frustration.

“Jesus Addy, how hard are you going to make this?”

“Where?”

“Where will our date be?”

“Yeah, where are you taking me? Knowing you, it must be something completely elaborate and romantic and-“

“How about Mcdonalds?” he interrupted with a smirk. I scowled at him, and shook my head.