Heyy guys! sorry for the super slow update, and now its a short one. I hate myself!! IT's just exams and some other family crap and friends. Hope you enjoy my crappy short chapter though... Talk to you sooonnn!!
Love, Hannahh
Harry grabbed my hands and pulled me up and led me towards the car, stopping every minute or so to look back and smile at me, making it hard for me to take in any air. He was just so perfect, and I was expecting it to be a dream I would wake up from in a matter of minutes, but it never came, Harry was still there, walking smoothly in front of me, holding onto my petite hands, with his. I could feel my cheeks heating up just thinking about what was going on. I could not believe what had happened to me today. This was crazy. My brain was zooming around at five billion miles a second trying to take in everything. He was standing here in front of me. The man of my dreams, literally. I think I might scream.
“Want to drive?” I asked him, hoping he would agree, because I’m pretty sure if I had to drive, we would crash, due to my obvious distraction.
“Sure.” He said with a confused expression at first, and then quickly changed to a smile that made my knees weak and my insides melt. He quickly offered to take me home, calling Louis for a ride from my house, since his car was at the mall, and then insisting he take me when I said no, such a gentleman. He gripped my hand tight, leading me to the passenger side of the car, pushing me up against the door, and giving me a long, lingering kiss, making my insides tumble. Reaching behind me Harry opened the door, and shut it after allowing me to get in. He climbed in, and as his door shut I felt like I had finally woken up from a coma. Regular Hannah was back, score! I could breath and speak again, which was a wonderful improvement from my state of shock. Harry shot me a fabulous smile, and stuck the keys in the ignition, snapping on the radio. I laughed when What Makes You Beautiful came through the speakers, and he started singing his parts to me. We talked some more, and he told me about the boys some more. They were really like brothers, even more so than it appeared everywhere.
“So, what brings you to this awful town?” I asked, the true curiosity peaking in my voice. I had long since forgot about being dripping wet, and covered in sand.
“We all just needed a break, and people knew where my house was, so we had to go even farther. Anyways, our tour this summer starts in LA, which is kinda close, right?”
“Yeah, it is.” I answered, deciding not to push any further. I gave him my address, we chatted casually the rest of the way home. As we pulled I turned to face him.
“Thank you so much, Harry. I had a wonderful time.” I said, absolutely beaming, wanting him to say the same.
“I did too,” he said, casually, “but it would be even better if I could maybe see you tomorrow...” he half stated, half asked, glancing at me through his long eyelashes. I thought I would die.
“Uhhmmm, sure!” I said, straining to contain my excitement, which was extremely difficult. “Just text me, then.” I finished. I didn’t really care what I had planned for tomorrow. Harry Styles was worth way more than doing laundry.
His face spread into a huge grin, making me smile as well. Quickly pecking my lips, he informed me that a light had just snapped on in my house.
“SHHIITT!!” I started to freak out, realizing just how much trouble I would be in. My last words were rushed, “Dadsupgottago!” I jumped out of the car with Harry close behind, tossing me my keys, and running down the street, and me running towards the door. My dad was super strict when it came to boys. He always had to meet them, NO exceptions. Wow this would go over wonderfully.
Trying as quietly as I could to open the door and sneak up to my room, I had a mini heart attack every time something made a noise. Hopefully my family was asleep.
Sprinting upstairs to my attic room, I sank down in front of the closed door, knowing I should call Amanda, and Caroline. I looked at my obnoxious pink alarm clock. It read 12:45. No. I am going to sleep. I can call them tomorrow. I quickly found some clothes to sleep in, and peeled off the sticky, damp dress, and crawled under the comforter. I was glad to be home, but then again, I wished I could still be with Harry. I didn’t know how to explain it, but I really got along well with him.
All I had to do was wait.
Until tomorrow.....
I snapped off the lights, and tried to go to sleep, lying in bed for a good thirty minutes.
This is not working.
Pulling out my phone I decided text Harry, hoping he would still be awake. It’s going to be a long night.
