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Chapter 2

My attention turned from the music to a beep coming from my phone. I picked 'New text from Harry' The text read: 

*Hey, what are you up to?*

*Not much, i'm just chilling. You?* I quickly replied.

*Same. Wanna come over?* He sent.

I debated myself if I should listen to what Jackson said, get away from him or go to his house. I chose to go. I could give him a chance, and we we're only friends. 

*Yeah, sure. Text me your adress* I sent back.

He texted me the adress and I told him I would be there in 20 minutes. I dressed up in some black leggings, a t-shirt, coat and my usual uggs. I went to the bathroom, applied a tiny bit o makeup and fixed my hair. I wasn't going to 'dress up' for this I mean i'm only going over to a friend's house. What if Jackson finds out? No. I should stop overthinking this. 

I walked over to my car and turned on the engine. Harry's house was around 10 minutes from mine. I turned on the radio to one of my favourite songs, getting closer to his house. When I reached his street, I turned off the radio and parked the car near his driveway. His house was huge, not what I thought it would be. It was white and parts of it had glass which revealed the inside. There were some pretty green plants outside and flowers too. I rang the doorbell and seconds later the door opened and I was standing on the 'mysterious' and 'dark' boy's doorstep. 

"Hey," he said while scratching the back of his neck. 

"Hi." I said while smiling. 

He lead me inside and his house was very modern, everything was high tech and he had big couches and stuff. We were going up the stairs to the room. We reached a door which was apparently his room, and he opened the door. There was a big bed and it was a room with dark walls. He had some posters on it and some cool things. He layed on his bead with his arms under his head and I sat beside him. We were both silent and it was very weird. 

"So, you have a boyfriend?" Harry suddenly asked.

"Yeah," I asserted.

"I saw you with him yesterday. He was pretty rude." He mummbled. 

"Um yeah but it's fine." I quickly respond. 

"No," he said as he lifted himself off the bed and sat down facing me, "Nobody should treat you like that." He added quietly while scotting closer to me. I let out a nervous laugh. 

It was all a bit awkward and stuff but Harry was being so sweet and I found myself constantly thinking about him. I wasn't supposed to be nervous and anxious here, in his house. 

We talked for what seemed like hours. He told me about his mom and sister which lived in the UK and that each of his tattoos had a meaning. He was the complete opposite of what I had imagined when I first saw him. He also told me about his friends; Niall, Zayn, Louis and Liam. I never thought he would be this nice. Sometimes we would stop talking and I would look up at him and catch him staring at me. It was already 10pm and I had to go home before my mom would start getting worried.

"Harry, I should go it's pretty late." I mentioned. 

"Oh sure, I'll take you to the door." He said while standing up and walking downstairs with me. 

When we reached the door he opened it and playfully bowed down.

"Madame," he said with a smirk on his face. I laughed and he chuckled.

"Bye Harry!" I said and waved at him. Seconds later I felt someone tug me by my arm.

"If I were Jackson, I'd never let you go." Harry said while kissing my forehead. My heart started to pound. I immediatly blushed at his cute reamark and smiled at him. He let me go and I walked over to my car, smiling so much my cheeks were hurting. I hopped into my car and Harry was no longer outside. Everytime I thought about what he said to me, I would feel butterflies flutter in my stomach. Everything just happened so fast in one day, Harry started talking to me today and I already went over to his house.