Destiny | H.S.

Chapter 9

A few days pass by, and Harry and I have been talking on the phone a bit now. I am honestly extremely comfortable around him now. He's so perfect. We are such good friends, which is important in a kinda dating relationship type thing.

He's coming to my place to chill after I get off work at 3.

As I'm typing some things into our computer, Jess walks up behind me.

"So girl. How's Harry?" She asks, as I'm grabbing menus for some people who just walked in.

"He's good. Like really good. He's so sweet and so different than any other guy I've been with" I say, and she laughs.

"Well obviously he's different. Does he talk about all his celebrity friends?" She asks.

"No, not really. But even if he does, I don't look at them as his 'celebrity friends'. I talk about my friends, he talks about his," I say, and she shrugs. It's annoying how people only view him as a celebrity.

"I guess. Do you think you'll become an official thing?" She says, making my heart drop. I haven't thought about it that much. I don't think he likes me enough to ask me to be his girlfriend, but I don't know. Time will tell. I don't want to rush things. It's only been about 1 month of dating, being the beginning of September now.

"I don't know. I haven't thought about it," I say, and she nods.

I don't know if I'm ready to be in the public eye. I'm just not going to think about it, he probably doesn't want to anyway.

3 rolls around, and I walk back to my apartment. I go inside and shower really fast and change into leggings and a t shirt. Harry should be here at 5.

I go on my phone until I hear a knock. I can always tell when it's him. I open the door to a very sleepy looking harry, wearing a t shirt and sweatpants.

We greet each other, and soon enough we are just laying on the couch, chilling.

"We are going bowling next week, we still haven't!" he says, and I laugh against him.

"Alright. You sound so determined," I say, and he chuckles.

"You bet your ass I am" he says, making me laugh.

We spend the day relaxing, talking, and eating. We made sandwiches and watched movies together. It was quite relaxing and nice knowing that this is all we need to be happy together. We make out for a while, but eventually stop knowing that we shouldn't go any further quite yet.

I wake up and the TV is off, it's pitch black, and Harry's arms are wrapped around me.

I move a little, causing his eyes to flutter open. He's an extremely light sleeper. I feel bad because we always fall asleep on my small couch.

"What time is it?" I whisper and he yawns, checking his phone.

"12:38. Let's get you to bed," he says, and I nod. We must have fallen asleep during a show.

He picks me up and carries me down the hallway to my room, and lays me down on the bed.

My heart pounds as he stares at me, hovering over my bed.

"Can you stay over?" I ask, and he leans down and kisses my lips, making my heart flutter.

"Only if you want me to," he says, carefully.

"I want you to," I assure, the tension in the room insane.

"Okay," he says, and poceeds to sit down next to me.

He sits down and stares at me.

"You're sure this is okay?" He asks again, and I almost melt.

"100%," I say, and he nods, pulling the covers over us.