Forgotten . (A Harry Styles Love Story. )

Chapter 3.

Harry's POV.

WHY THE HELL DID I TELL HER THAT. SHE MUST THINK IM SOME SORT OF HUGE DICK . Of course the day before she comes to stay in the lads and I's summer apartment. I really need to think things threw before I say them. WHY.

Payton's POV.

WAIT. Harry. Styles. Fancies. Me. What am I supposed to say back to that, I mean I've always thought of Harry as my best friend, or the guy who had forgotten my existence on this planet. I just can't believe out of all people, he fancies me. I had no idea what to do, so i just kissed him and he kissed me back.

"Erm.. Harry.. I'm sorry. I think I'll just go now." My house is only a street away from here. I just left Harry there confused. After I was out of sight from the park I sprinted home, swung the door open, slammed it closed and ran up to my room.

I was crying so hard, I felt my phone start to vibrate in my pocket. I knew it was going to be Harry but, I just didn't want to talk to him. I pulled it out of my pocket and looked. It wasn't him. It was Niall. Great Harry probably told Niall about our little kiss.

I wiped my face off and answered, "Hello...?"

"Hey Payton, I was talking to Haz last night and he told me today was your birthday, and I told you that I'd ring you up. So, I thought I'd be the perfect time to!"

Oh defiantly, perfect timing right after I kissed Harry and ran off crying. But he didn't know, so I guess I'll talk to him. " Oh.. okay?"

"So Happy birthday! What have you done so far today?" He seemed to be really happy.

"Oh, thanks Nialler, and nothing really just chilling around home"

"You sound upset? Are you okay?" He asked really concerned. It was really sweet of him to be so nice about it.

"It's nothing, I'm fine."

"Okay love! Well, if you ever need anything, just ring me!"

"alright Niall, thank you for everything!"

"Anytime babe, sorry but I have to go, Zayn needs help finding all of his hair products so we can move into the apartment tomorrow, witch reminds me, are you coming for the summer?"

I giggled, "Yes I am, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"See you tomorrow!" He hung up the phone. OH MY GOSH. I FORGOT TO DO MY LAST MINUTE PACKING.

I threw my hair up into a messy bun and started to do my last minute packing for tomorrow. I was playing some Ed Sheeran really loudly and dancing around. "awh you look so adorable when your dancing and don't know I'm here" I heard a familiar voice, I turned around and saw Harry.

I was really not in the mood to talk to him. "oh hey howed you get here?"

"Your mum let me in, so anyway, I kinda wanted to talk to you about.. that kiss."

Of course he wanted to talk about the kiss. "What is there to talk about Harold?"

"Well, I'm just wondering why you ran off after it, I mean I told you i fancied you, and you kissed me and ran off, so erm... why?"

He was staring straight into my eyes, when I was looking into them I lost my words. " erm... I really didn't know what to do so I just... erm..." "kissed me?" he asked finishing my sentence.

"Yah, I know it was wrong and I'm really sorry."

"Shhhh.." he put his finger over my lips. "You don't need to apologize for kissing me, it's okay!" He was smirking at me. "But.." "PAYTON. not buts. All I want to know is do you fancy me?"

Shit. I don't know if i fancy him. Every time someone says something about him, or mentions One Direction, I just think about being forgotten by Harry. Last year I got a tattoo saying forgotten on my waste above my right hip because of him. I never thought he'd talk to me again.

"I really don't know Harry, I'm sorry, I just really don't know." He knows when I get nervous I stumble on my words and repeat myself.

"So you don't know?"

I was biting my lip. "No, I don't..."

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow morning, I need to go to finish packing up everything, call me if you need anything."

"Will do" I half smiled.

"Promise you'll call me later?" I've always hated the word promise. Harry PROMISED me he'd call me during the X Factor and he never did. I was staring at the floor thinking about that little word that has hurt me so much.

I felt someone come up behind me and wrap they're arms around my waste. "Promise?" he wispered in my ear. "Promise..." I whispered slowly. He kissed my cheek.

I continued listening to Ed and dancing around finishing my packing.