Fake (Harry Styles)

Chapter 18

  After work I leave in a hurry. Harry called me last night telling me to go to his house immediately after I finished at work. Of course I had to do my schoolwork before that so it took a while. My aunt needed the car today so she dropped me off before she left for work. I have to walk to Harry’s house but it’s only a mile and a half so it’s not that big of a deal.

  I was halfway there when a black car pulled up next to me. My instinct was to speed up and ignore eye contact, but I had no problem getting in the passenger seat when the door was opened for me.

“Hey,” Harry is smiling like an idiot, he tosses something into the backseat but I didn’t see what it was. “What are you doing walking all by yourself on this wonderful day?”

“You scared me to death, pulling up next to me like that! I only recognized the scratch on the side so I knew it was you.” His face drops from the smile and I almost think he is going to wreck.

“There’s a scratch on the side of my car?” He yells into my ear. I watch as he debates whether to pull over and inspect it. His eyebrows knit together then relax several times before he finally pulls into the driveway.

“How did you know where I was?” He opens the front door for me and I think back to when I hit him with his car door momentarily.

“Well I knew you’d be walking back to my house since your aunt needed the car and so-“

“Who wait, how did you know my aunt needed the car?” His house smells better than normal for some reason.

“Your aunt called me and told me that you needed a ride after work. I just followed the route you’d take and there you were, walking by yourself. Of all days to not have a ride, you’d be so unfortunate to not have one.” He shakes his head in disbelief and kicks his shoes off at the door.

“What do you mean ‘of all days’?” I leave my shoes with his and follow him into the kitchen, putting my purse on the counter.

“Are you kidding me? Are you serious?” He turns to look at me, shaking his head. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Well I’m not going to tell you what today is if you don’t know. But you will figure it out. Trust me it won’t take you long to get it.” I know it’s not Harry’s birthday. On the plane he managed to tell me his birthday seven times. I’m not really sure why though, a funny one he is.

“Whatever, so why did you invite me?” That was rude. It didn’t sound like that in my head, whoops.

“I enjoy your company.” Cue blush. “And because of that special day thing I am trying to get you to figure out.” He leans closer to me, emphasizing his words.

“Um, okay. Let’s see it is Friday, October something. Um I’m not sure. Can I have a clue or something?” I feel so stupid right now.

“I’ll be right back.” He leaves the kitchen and comes back with a small box, topped with a dark blue bow. He hands it to me and I take it from him.