One Direction fan fiction: Harry Styles

Chapter Twenty-Three: Guilt, Love, and Honesty

 (Michelle's Point of View)

   *Maggie's Graduation day*

   I felt someone's breath against my ear. I was half awake. I was super tired, and debated whether I should go back to sleep, or fully wake myself up. Then, I heard a soft giggle in my ear. It woke me. "Wakey, wakey, beautiful," his voice sounded groggy. I rubbed my eyes. "Are we there yet?" I asked him. He nodded. "Just a few more minutes," he informed me. I leaned my head against him. I sighed. In just a few minutes, I'll be landing in London, and spending a few days with thee Harry Styles. 

   Harry seemed a bit jittery. Something didn't seem right. "Babe, are you okay?" I asked him with worry. Babe, I don't think I've ever called him that. It felt weird. He was quiet for a moment. He was staring blankly outside the window. "Harry?" I said. He finally snapped out of it. "Huh?" he asked me. He seems like he hasn't heard a word I've said to him. "Are you okay?" I asked him. He automatically answered. "Yea! Of course! How come?" He asked me. "You seem like something's bothering you," I stated. "No, sorry babe. Still not feeling well about the whole situation I got in with Paul earlier. I'm just out of it," Harry informed me as he gave me a sympathetic smile. "That reminds me, what happened?" I asked him. "Long story," Harry said. Usually, whenever someone said "long story" it was because they didn't want to say it. There was something up with Harry, but I thought I would let it slide. 

   I felt like I was forgetting something, but I didn't know what it was. "So, how's the other girls?" Harry asked me. OH SHIT, THE OTHER GIRLS. "Oh my gosh!" I said as it finally came to me. "What happened?" Harry asked with concern. "I forgot! I promised the girls a sleepover at my house as a graduation party for Maggie before she leaves!" I was then quiet. "What's wrong?" Harry asked me. "I forgot.. Maggie's leaving in a few days.. and I won't even get to say goodbye.." my voice was now brittle. Harry was quiet as well. Like he was thinking about something. "Text her?" Harry gave me a suggestion. That was a good idea! But then, I realized that I didn't have my phone. "Fuck.. I left my phone at home. I was grounded, and my mom took it. She hid it," I stated. "Do you have her number?" I asked Harry. He looked through his contacts on his phone, and he looked so concentrated. "Nope," he shook his head. "Do the other boys have it? Lou probably does," I stated. "Lou and I aren't really on speaking terms at the moment.." Harry's voice drifted. Lou and Harry? Not on speaking terms? "Oh," I said quietly. He nodded. What will the girls do when I'm not home?

   *A few hours later*

   We had just arrived at Louis and Harry's flat. Harry unlocked the door, and we walked inside. I admired the place. "Wow, it feels so cozy here," I said as I sat down on the comfortable couch. "This is your home for the next few days," Harry said as he smiled at me. I liked how it was just going to be Harry and I. The whole flat, just to us. "Here, I'll place your bags in my room," Harry smiled as he took my bags from me and placed it in his room. When he got back, he sat down beside me. "So, what now?" I giggled. "That's a good question," Harry let out a laugh, like he was embarrassed. "Sorry, I didn't really plan this out.." Harry laughed. "I know," I laughed. I went to go wash up in the bathroom, then, Harry did the same after I finished.

   We spent the next few minutes, sitting there. He was now laying down, and his head was on my lap. I ran my fingers through his curly brown locks. His hair was so soft. "Babe, I'm glad you came," Harry smiled. I looked at him, and his smile and dimples didn't fail to make me smile as well. "Is there anywhere you always wanted to visit here in London?" Harry asked me. I thought about it for a moment. I always wanted to visit the London Eye. It was something I always told myself I would see ever since I was a little girl. "Erm, the London Eye," I informed him. He sat up. "Great! Let's go!" Harry said with enthusiasm as he jumped up from off the couch. "Now?" I laughed. We just got here, and he already want's to leave? "Why not, now?" Harry smirked. "I suppose you're right," I let out a little laugh. He grabbed my hand, and we walked out of his flat.