I had to admit, I was having fun hanging out with Harry. Over dinner, we caught up about what happened over the last four years. He told me about more exciting things that he and the guys had gotten into. My stories weren't as interesting as his was. I was surprised that he was just as entertained in my stories like I was in his.
Our waiter came and gave me a refill. The waiter, Duke, was very attractive. I couldn't help but gawk at him a little.
"Here is the check. Take your time and have a great evening." Duke told us. He placed the check on the table and then he placed a napkin in front of me before he left.
"What is that?" Harry asked me. I tried to grab the napkin, but he was faster than me.
I watched as Harry opened the napkin. He looked up at me, "He gave you his phone number."
"Really?" I asked him. I felt my cheeks heat up a little.
"You aren't going to call him." Harry told me.
Say what now?
"I could if I wanted to." I mumbled under my breath.
"What was that?" He asked me.
"Nothing, Harry. I'm not going to argue with you about this right now." I told him. I took the napkin out of his hands and slipped it in my purse. I wanted to show him that he couldn't just tell me what to do. We weren't together anymore. If I wanted to call Duke then I would.
"Are you seriously going to call him?" Harry wouldn't let this go.
"If I want to then I will." I answered him.
"Why would you want to?"
I was getting very annoyed with him.
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Because, he seems very disrespectful. How does he know that we aren't together? We could've been married or something and he is giving you his number."
"Well we aren't married!" I blurted out. Harry started to say something, but he stopped. I felt bad as soon as the words left my mouth.
"I'm sorry." I told him.
"Don't." He muttered. Harry took out his wallet and paid the check. He got up and I did too. This started to be a great evening, but it was ruined by our flirtatious waiter.
Harry and I walked in silence to his car. There were photographers outside. Word must've gotten out that we were there.
"Harry, are you and (y/n) back together?" one of the photographers asked him. He kept quiet as we got to his car.
Harry opened my door and I climbed inside. We had to wait a minute so the photographers could move out of the way.
Once we were on the road, I hoped that Harry would say something. But, he didn't.
I didn't know what to tell him.
Harry looked deep in thought as he drove. I snuck a few glances at him, but still didn't try to carry a conversation.
We arrived at my apartment a few minutes later.
"Do you want to come up?" I asked him.
He shook his head, "I don't think I should."
I took a deep breath, "I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean to, I was just getting frustrated because you kept acting like you could tell me what to do or something."
"It's fine." he mumbled as he looked down at his hands.
When Harry would get upset or frustrated, it annoyed me. It was clear that he was upset, but he pretended that he wasn't. He was such a boy. They were so confusing.
"I know when you are angry. At one point, I knew you better than anyone else."
"Well you don't now." Harry told me.
Ouch. That did hurt. I knew that he said it to hurt me. I wasn't going to allow him to continue, I grabbed my purse and got out of the car. I heard the window roll down and he called after me, "(Y/N)!"
I didn't stop. I went into my building and hurried to the elevator. Harry and I couldn't even attempt being friends for three hours without us being angry at each other.
It seemed like the elevator doors took forever to close. Just as they were about to, I saw a hand stop them.
Harry pushed his way inside.
"Harry, I don't want to argue with you anymore." I groaned as he turned to the elevator's buttons.
He pressed the stop button and just like that I was stuck in an elevator with Harry.
"I'm sorry for what I said too. I guess us being friends isn't starting out so great."
I chuckled, "What made you think that? We couldn't even go to dinner without arguing about some waiter that gave me his number."
Harry looked down at his shoes, "Do you think we can try again?"
I shrugged my shoulders, "Do you think it would actually work? Us being friends after everything we went through? I honestly... I don't know if I could trust you after what happened."
I saw my words hurt him.
"I know that I was wrong back then, but I'm here right now hoping that you would see that I'm not the same scared boy that I was four years ago." Harry told me.
"For the last four years, I kept thinking of the last time we spoke. I couldn't believe that you hurt me again, I trusted you even after you broke my heart the first time. I wanted to believe that you would find me and everything would go back to normal. But then I thought, that maybe we weren't perfect for each other." I confessed.
"Don't say that." Harry told me.
"I know it sucks to hear, but it's true. Maybe we weren't meant for each other. I did love you, Harry. I think that a part of me will always love you, but I don't think that I could ever put myself through that again."
Harry reached down and grabbed my hand, "I don't know what else to say but that I am sorry."
I nodded, "I guess that is all that is left."
Harry looked into my eyes before he went and pressed the button that caused the elevator to run again.
When it stopped on my floor, I got out but he stayed inside.
"I should get going."
"I guess, I'll see you around." I told him.
He nodded his head and stepped forward towards me.
"I just- I need to try something." he mumbled. Before I could ask what he was doing, he crashed his lips against mine. It was familiar and it instantly reminded me of the past.
I felt something.
When we broke apart and I opened my eyes, Harry was staring right at me.
"Good night." he told me before he got into the elevator and the doors closed. I stood there for a few moments just reliving the feeling of his lips on mine.
It was a simple kiss but it caused me to have a rush of emotions.
I knew then that I would never get over Harry Styles, and that I still loved him all along.
