The City's Going To Save Her [A Harry Styles Fanfic]

The Rooftop

               I felt like my life was a literal dream. That night at Henley’s had brought me closer with my friends which took a lot of stress off. But more importantly it was things with Harry that made my life feel like a dream. We hadn’t seen each other since that night, yes that night. The night is which we made out in his flat. That glorious freaking night.

            We hadn’t really talked much since that night either to be honest, but Harry had asked me to meet him tonight for a date. Well he didn’t quite put it in those words, but it could be a date. At least I liked to think it was. I still wasn’t sure what our relationship was. Maybe kissing would make things even more complicated, but it was so worth it.

             As it got closer to the time for me to leave, the more anxious I felt. I didn’t know what to expect from tonight. Was it going to be awkward? Were we going to start dating? I really didn’t know. But what I did know was that I liked him. I didn’t know if he liked me back. Like really liked me you know? Maybe I was just another girl on his long list of girls. I couldn’t be sure.  

          I wished I could tell my friends so they could help put me in the right mind, but even though things were better between us, didn’t mean I had told them the truth. So that left me alone with my thoughts, which let me tell you, my mind was in a pretty self destructive state right now, not what you’d call ideal right before a maybe-date.

         But then it was 7:00 before I knew it, so I collected myself and headed out the door. I had told my roommates I had a late night study group and they bought it without question. We were all so busy with school and work that last minute cramming didn’t seem out of the ordinary.

          Harry offered to have a car pick me up, but that seemed too extravagant to me, I was fine taking public transportation. He had given me the address to a place in downtown London unknown to me and he said to meet him on the rooftop, so I did just that.

         I felt the eerie feeling of the vacated building as I climbed the stairs. This must be another one of his rent-the-whole-building-because-I-can kind of nights, I thought. Though it didn’t bother me really, I liked the idea of being alone, there were things we needed to talk about.

            I opened the door to the rooftop, not knowing what to expect, and I was surprised to see that it was a mini golf course lit up with strings of white lights. It was gorgeous. There was running water, plenty of trees and bushes, and I could see that there was the classic windmill obstacle on the course.

              “Hey!” A bright eyed Harry blocked my vision of the course. It was still cold in the evenings so Harry was wearing a black wool jacket. The collar came up to his chin so just his face was visible, curly hair falling into his face.

              “Hey back.” I said staring up into his brilliant green eyes.

              “Have you played mini golf before?” I nodded, “Yeah once, when I was eight I think.” Mini golf seemed like a classic first date. Or was it a second date since we had gone to the movies before? Or maybe it wasn’t a date at all, my annoying inner voice reminded me.

               “Do you like mini golf?” He said, sounding a little worried. “Oh I love it, I’m not very good at it, well at least my eight year-old self wasn’t very good at it, but I remember having a great time when I went.” I tried my best to reassure him. Mini golf seemed like a great way to spend the evening.

            Then I added, “I might need a few pointers, you know, refresh my memory and all. That is if you’re any good yourself.” I said, poking fun at him.