Forbidden Love

Chapter eight

I reach my front door and carefully slip off my pumps. Very quietly I turn the doorknob, thank goodness it's unlocked. I slip inside and close the door shut. I don't see my parents around anywhere. So I tiptoe my way to the stairs. Without making a peep I climb the stairs. When I reach the top I tiptoe, using long strides, to my room. When I'm safely inside I lock the door.

I walk over and put my pumps in my closet. I notice my phone, laying on my dresser, light up. I walk over and pick it up. It's a message from an unknown number.

*You make it home safely?*

It's from Harry! He's making sure I'm safe. I feel a huge smile appear on my face and my heart starts racing.

*Yes I'm safe, and I didn't even run into my parents.*

Almost right away he texts back.

*That's good. So what are your plans tomorrow?*

*Well I don't think I'm doing anything, why? *

*I was hoping we could do something fun. If you wanted to.*

*That sounds great!:)*

*Great! I'll text you in the morning. Hope you sleep well, night.*

*You too, good night.*

I lay my phone on my night stand and slip my dress off. I grab a tank top and some shorts and put them on. I jump in bed and pull all the covers around me. I'm out as soon as my head hits the pillow. I go to sleep dreaming about musky cologne, green eyes, and bad boys.

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I wake up to the sun shining through my window. I roll over and pull the covers over my head. It's too early to wake up.

After several failed attempts to go back to sleep I finally decide to get up. I throw the covers to the end of my bed and sit up. I reach over towards my nightstand and grab my phone. I click it on and check my messages, nothing. Harry must not be up yet. I glance at the clock, it's only 7:30.

I roll out of bed and walk over to my vanity mirror. Yikes! My hair looks like someone attacked it with a vacuum. I start brushing it out. It looks a little better now. My hair is amber blonde and goes a little past my shoulders. My mom wanted to dye it bleach blonde but I quickly said no to that. I like my hair color, it's different.

I need coffee! I grab my phone off the night stand and head downstairs. It's quiet, my parents must still be hungover.

I make my way to the coffee pot. I turn it on and put a filter in, adding a few scoops of coffee. Starbucks brand, my favorite! Waiting for it to brew, I grab a muffin and sit at the island in the middle of the kitchen.

My mind thinks back to last night. It was so...perfect. I have never felt that comfortable around a guy before. He made me feel like I was important. Like what I was saying mattered. All those other guys my parents set me up with could of cared less about what I was saying, but Harry was different, he cared enough to listen to me. That makes me like him a lot more.

The coffee pot makes a ding snapping me out of my thoughts.

I pour myself a cup I walk back over to the island.

About that time my parents come stumbling down the stairs. Surprised they didn't fall.

"Good morning Abby." My mother greets me as she gets a cup out of the cupboard.

"Good morning mother." I reply back.

"So did you have fun with Niall last night?"

Shit! I didn't expect her to ask that. "Umm.. yea we had a great time." I lie.

"That's great!" She turns to my father. "Did you see the Styles there last night?"

"No, but I saw their son." He replies sternly.

My mothers eyes pop out of her head. "Did you have him kicked out!?"

"I was going to but he was gone before I could get security."

I zone out of their conversation to reply to a text that just appeared on my phone.

*Meet me at the coffee shop on 3rd street at noon.*

I text back:

*Ok I will see you there:)*

I pour myself another cup of coffee a head to my room. My parents are too caught up in their conversation to notice my absence.

I walk into my closet and look around. What should I wear?