1 in 7 Billion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 16

{Hayley's POV}

Sitting there in the booth with Taylor, made me realize how much I missed out in high school. I was too busy feeling sorry for myself, that I couldn't have any fun.
I was having a fun time with Taylor, and that's why I didn't realize the person walk up to our booth. I could recognize that curly hair from a mile away, and I couldn't hide my excitement when I saw Harry. "Harry!" I slid right out of the booth and wrapped my arms around him. I haven't seen him since this morning, and I didn't want him to think I was still mad at him. I was so surprised to see him that I almost forgot I was here with someone else.
"Oh sorry, uhh... Harry this is Taylor. Taylor this is Harry."
They exchange an awkward handshake, and I refrain from sitting back down and stay close to Harry. He smelled amazing. As usual.
It takes Taylor a second to recognize Harry, and I feel even dumber for not knowing who he was the first time I met him. When Harry modestly tells Taylor that he is in fact the Harry Styles, I can't help but roll my eyes at their expense. I still can't believe he's at the coffee shop this late.
"So what are you doing here?" I asked him. He tells me he was in need of a drink and politely changed the subject.
"Would you like to come back with me? Liam said he called you earlier and you were already planning on it?" He asks but it's more of a command. I totally forgot about my call with Liam. I was having fun with Taylor, but he was getting a little too flirty for my liking. I didn't want a Junior year repeat, no matter how much I wanted to get over Harry.. so much for that.
"Taylor I'm sorry but I promised." I give him a sympathetic smile. "It was so nice to catch up with you! We should get together again sometime!" I offer, knowing it's good for me to make more friends in the city since Harry is going on tour. "I'd love that Hales. Here's my number." I grab the piece of paper from his hands, and almost throw up at the nickname, Hales. I never let anyone call me that ever, no matter how much they wanted to. "Oh my hell, you know better not to call me that." I laugh because he knows how much I hate the name. He stands up and gives me a friendly hug, and I can feel Harry's eyes on me the entire time. The second I start to release I feel Harry grab my hand and lead me out. Not wanting to be rude I shout back, "Goodbye Taylor Thomas!"
The car ride back consisted of Harry asking about Taylor and why I was with him. Blah blah blah. He was my best friend, he had a right to be protective over a guy I claimed I hated.
When we got up to their flat, we were welcomed by a pissed off Niall who had Louis pinned to the ground. Something about someone eating someone else's food or something. Harry led me to the roof, and it was a beautiful setting. Lights were draped everywhere and a huge quilt was laying across the ground with a couple throw pillows, similar to how it looked the first time I came over here.
I work up the courage to ask him about his date with Leila, but considering he was here with me, it probably didn't go over very well. He then tells me that he had to cancel the same reason Niall had to and I find myself in a much cheerier mood. We tease each other for awhile until we are just laying in a comfortable silence.
Tell him. You have to tell someone. I say to myself. "I got accepted into NYU's fall semester." I tilt my head to the right so I can see his expression and I'm not disappointed. He was genuinely happen for me, but mad I didn't tell him I even applied.
Somehow, our conversation went from college to my parents. I ended up telling him everything. How my parents didn't care about me, and how all they did was work. I told him how I really felt about them dying, and it felt so good to get that huge weight off my chest.
Harry was different from almost everyone I've ever met in my life. He didn't try to comfort me when I told him about my parents. He genuinely listened. I felt like Harry actually cared what I was talking about, not just listening because he felt sorry for me.
I stared into his eyes for the longest while and got lost in them. They were breath taking. His facial features never failed to take my breath away. He was the most handsome human being I've ever come in contact with.
So much for Taylor being a distraction...
"You're beautiful, you know that?" it took me a second to realize that those words came out of his mouth. I couldn't respond because how was I supposed to?
Harry was perfect. In every way. How could someone so captivating as that think someone like me is beautiful. All I could do was blush and hide my face in embarrassment. The truth was, I didn't want a distraction. I was falling for Harry and if didn't care who was there to catch me.
The night continues casually, like it always does with us. I know I'm drifting off, but I don't care. I love just being here with Harry, and I don't want to go. What better place to sleep then next to a dream itself?

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I heard a door shut, and it woke me from my slumber. My vision came into focus and I found myself in a bedroom. It dawned on me that it must be Harrys. I didn't want to drive all the way home, so I'll just sleep here for the night. I started to unbutton my shirt, because it happened to be the most uncomfortable top in my closet. I grabbed the T-shirt next to me, and brought it to my nose. Harry. I pulled it over my head, and slid my jeans off.
I heard some talking in the hallway, so I stood up out if the bed and opened the door to see Harry's back and Zayn standing in front of him.

"You have no idea what it's like to hang out with a girl like that and not being able to kiss her whenever you want. You have no idea what it's like to be so captivated by one single person that you want to spend every waking moment with them. I want that girl to tell me everything that's ever happened in her life just so I can listen to her voice. And you have absolutely no fucking idea what it's like to fall in love with a girl and know you can't do a damn thing about it." Only halfway through Harry's speech did I realize who he was talking about. When he was finally finished, Zayn became aware of my presence. His face told me I was not meant to hear whatever just came from Harry's mouth.
Zayn wasn't who I was worried about. When absolute fear took over me, as the lanky boy next him turned around to face me.

{a/n: I know it's short but I wanted you to know Hayley's point of view of that night. I'll be updating very soon!}