Mistakes: A Harry Styles/One Direction Fanfic *ON HOLD TILL FURTHER NOTICE*

Chapter 2

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short! This is just to give you a glimpse into Sabrina and Brian's life together! Enjoy!

"I can't believe you actually got us first class tickets to London," I say in the car on the way to Brian's apartment. He has a really nice car. It's a black Chevy convertible with chrome bumpers. It looks really nice. The inside is nice, too. Apparently the seats are 100 percent made of real leather. Oh my God, I'm sitting on a dead cow. I shift in my seat. My thoughts disturb me sometimes.

"Well, I know how much you love it there and since the flight is so long I thought first class would be more comfortable. After all it is a nine hour flight." He rests his hand on my thigh.

"I haven't been to London since--" Harry and I broke up "--I was 18. I really miss it."

"Then you're really going to enjoy our trip." He smiles, and I smile back. We reach his apartment. There's underground parking at his place, so he parks his car there. He says he doesn't like leaving it outside because someone might try to hijack it. Knowing him, he probably just doesn't want it to get dirty.

"I'll get the door for you." Brian walks over to my side of the car and opens the door. Now you decide to be a gentleman. I step out and follow him to the elevators. The ride up to his apartment is long and quiet. He's fiddling with his phone while I'm standing next to him staring at the wall. What would happen if the elevator suddenly stopped working? Would we have to have sex in here on our anniversary? God, why am I thinking such thoughts? I already promised myself I would remain pure until marriage. Brian glances at me and I nervously smile at him. Did I say that out loud?

"Sabrina, are you okay?" Brian is looking at me funny, and I just nod my head.

"Yup. Never been better." I flash a wide, toothy grin at him. He laughs and shakes his head.

The elevator stops on the very top floor. Brian lets me out before him. The top floor of his apartment building is only his place, the penthouse. The building as a whole is pretty far from mine, which is in the outskirts of the city and his is smackdab in the middle. Brian takes his keys out of his pocket and unlocks the door. Every time I visit his place I feel butterflies. I'm still not used to all this luxury.

I take a seat on the huge black leather sofa. The style of his unit is ultra-modern. Everything is black, white, and chrome. It's looks nice, but I'm more of a country girl. I'm just living in the city because of college.

"You want a beer?" Brian asks. I'm only 20, dumbass. Plus Harry wouldn't approve. I shake my head. Jeez, I need to stop thinking about him.

"No, thanks," I say. "Remember...I'm under the legal drinking age." As of now I will not think about Harry. I need to focus on Brian. He's my boyfriend.

"I know, I know, but it's not like any cop is going to find out or whatever." He takes a beer out of the fridge for himself. He's 23, so obviously he's going to drink when he wants to. I don't even want to imagine what might have happened at his 21st birthday party...

"Could I have a glass of water?" I ask. Brian's already in the kitchen so I figure he can get it for me.

"You have two legs. Get it yourself." He plops down on the couch next to me. I sigh. I contemplate whether I should whack him in the head or not. I turn down the idea of hitting him and walk over to the kitchen. It's okay. I'm used to this. I'm going to London in a couple days, so I just need to hold my shit together until then.