Torn (harry styles)

73- RomCom

When I awake I feel happy, I almost expected to wake up and the whole thing would have been a dream. But when I check my phone and his text is still there proving that we went out, I smile widely and squeal with happiness.

I wonder what he's doing now, if he's still asleep. I would have loved it if he had spent the night with me but he seems pretty set on this whole dating thing and starting from scratch.

He never fails to surprise me.

I love the side of Harry I saw last night, I just hope the wild side is still with him because I love that Harry too. I love any Harry really. it's quite pathetic but I can't help it.

I climb out of bed and get straight into the shower, refreshing my mind and body for the day ahead.

I think I'll just stay at home today, maybe I'll ask mum if she wants to go on a walk or something with me.

Once out of the shower, I slip on a pair of pale grey jogging bottoms and a black pullover hoodie.

It's not the warmest of days and I want to feel snuggly and warm. It's not like I'm going to see anyone anyway so it doesn't matter.

Suddenly my phone beeps and I peer over at the screen.

*are you up?* a text from Harry.

*yes, why?* I reply in an instant and mentally curse myself for being so desperate.

*answer the front door :)* the next text reads and my heart accelerates.

He's outside the front door?

I don't have enough time to get changed, I frantically pace down the stairs. Holding my breath and wincing before opening the door slowly.

It's lunchtime so I guess it's not exactly early for him to be coming round, most people would be dressed and ready by now but he didn't give me any notice.

There he stands; tight black jeans and white t-shirt hanging perfectly on his tall, thin but muscular frame.

"Morning." He smiles and looks at his watch, "Well, midday."

"Hey what are you doing here?" I smile at him.

"I uh just thought I'd stop by and say hello since I was on my way back from work." He nods, "I got you a cheese an onion quiche so hope you haven't had lunch. I made this one this morning at work."

He proudly lifts up a paper bag with a warm foody smell hanging around it.

"Thank you so much! You've already finished work?" I say, gratefully taking the bag from his hands and opening the door for him to enter.

We walk through to the living room together.

"Yeah, well I only had the cooking shift this morning. So uh I worked eight until eleven thirty, just baking the stuff ready for Barbara to sell later." He explains and I smile at the reminder that he works at a bakery.

"Very nice!" I say, biting into the delicious quiche.

"Yeah I assumed you'd like that one, I remember that's what you got when you came in before." He remarks, he remembered?

"Oh yeah." I smile faintly, remembering the day I stopped by the bakery and Harry was embarrassed and told me not to tell anyone I worked there. At first he accused me of stalking him. Although at the time I was embarrassed and upset, thinking back to it is quite amusing. It's also ironic how he accused me of stalking him when now it's him that randomly shows up at my house or window.

We sit on the coach, thankfully my mother is working in her study right now so she can't embarrass me.

Just as I put my feet on the floor, Harry takes the seat next to me and picks my legs up, swinging them round until they are on his lap.