Remembering Love

Chapter 8

We're still standing outside in the bitter cold, and I still haven't said a word to Harry. After a few minutes, Harry takes a deep breath and speaks. "I know you better than you think." He says while moving his hands to his pockets.

I look at him with pure confusion. "Umm... What do you mean?" Is all I can think to say. I have no idea where this is going. And I'm still scared because I don't really know him and he's acting weird.

"Last summer, you came to England with Annie right?" He asks looking towards the tennis courts.

"Yeah?"

"Well umm, I met you that summer. And we were umm... Together." He says while looking down at me.

What the actual fuck?!

"Is this a sick joke to you, Harry? What the hell are you talking about? I don't even know you!" I almost go through with the urge to slap his face.

"You came home with me yesterday, I thought-" he begins, but I'm not giving him the chance to right now.

"You thought what Harry?"

"Madelyn, I-"

"I what Harry? You're making absolutely no fucking sense and I'm getting a little freaked out right now." I cross my arms over my chest and wait for his response. I then look up to see his beautiful emerald-jade eyes, and they are full of hurt and pain.

"I love you," the wind is knocked clear out of my lungs as he looks at me as if he may cry if I don't say it back.

"You what?" I say. "Are we seriously on a prank show right now?" I ask while looking around for cameras or someone to hop out and say "You've just been PRANKED by Harry Styles! Congratulations!" But it doesn't come. Only the sound of the water fountain fills the ear piercing silence between us.

"No Madelyn, I am being serious." He says while running his hands through his curly dark chocolate hair.

After a few beats of awkward silence, I speak up. "I'm gonna go inside now." I turn on my heal to walk back to the two French doors.

For the rest of the night, I don't see Harry again. I don't have the slightest idea what to think about anything he said. A small part of me wants to believe him, but the bigger part of me that has actual brains says to not do such a crazy thing. I mean honestly, who would really do that? I only met him 24 hours before, but only talked to him for maybe 4 hours out of the 24, at most. No one in the right mindset would even do that.

Do I talk to Annie about what he had said to me? Or should I just let that small awkward confession dissipate from my memory. It could be easier to let it disappear itself from my mind, since that time I tripped over the bike rack and landed on my head with Annie last summer. That feels like forever ago. But when could've Harry even met me then? I honestly don't remember much of that trip, even though we were here the whole summer.

"Could you help me please Madelyn?" I turn around to see Annie struggling with a string of decorations hanging down from the wide door frame and walk around to the kitchen to find a stool for her to step on. I walk back from the pantry where the stool was, and place it under the decorative streamer. "Thanks," she says, and I nod.

Once as Annie and I are done helping Jeffery and Connor clean up everything from the party, we retrieve up the staircase, to our room. "So how did everything go with Harry?" Annie asks while walking into her closet.

"Umm... I don't really know..." I honestly don't know what to say about what happened.

"What did he say?" She asks while walking out of her closet and putting her hair in a bun.