indecisive (on hold)

16.

(246 days before)

“Harry Styles! What the absolute hell are you doing here?” I screech. His head flies back to laugh, but he ends up smacking it against the wall behind him. I burst out in laughter. “Ha! Karma! You absolute asshole!”

"Fuck." He rubs the back of his head and sticks out his bottom lip. He moves to sit next to me. “You should have seen your face! Per-ice-less.” He emphasizes the syllables.

“Seriously, what the hell are you doing here? It's six in the morning!” I almost yell at him.

“Wanted to see, slash, scare you when you woke up. I didn't know you'd be up this early."

"So, were you like...just going to watch me sleep?"

That's kind of...creepy. I'm at my weakest when I'm sleeping. He could kill me so easily if he wanted to. Not like he would...well maybe.

"Yeah...that sounds really creepy." He rubs the back of his neck and looks at the floor, cheeks heating. 

“How’d you even get in?”

“I have my ways.” He smirks and my eyes widen. “I'm kidding. You left the door unlocked last night.”

I relax slightly. That means anyone could have come in. Anyone. I create an alarm on my phone to make sure to lock the door each night. I do not mind Harry, but I will not risk anyone else coming in.

“Okay. Now get out of my room.” I point to the door and his face falls. My voice came out harsher than I had intended.

“Why?” His voice is laced with disappointment, “did you not want to see me?”

“Harry.” I start, “I need to change.”

His mouth forms an ‘O’ shape and I nod. He stands to exit. He pulls the door closed with him and I lock it. I go to my closet to pick out an outfit for the day. I decide on a black skirt with pink and red flowers, a grey tank with a cream cardigan. Pulling my tights up my legs, I unlock the door and call for Harry saying that I am done. I hear his heavy footsteps as he climbs the stairs. He flops onto my bed as I shake my hair around in the towel.

“I like your outfit.” He compliments as he eyes my attire.

My stomach warms and so does my heart.

“Thank you very much, Styles.” I wink playfully and he smiles widely.

I blow dry my hair and put it into a bun with a Dutch braid on the side of my head.  I pull a couple hairs out of the side to make it look a little messy. I apply my mascara and notice my eyes have dark circles under them. I place a little concealer to fix the problem. I turn to Harry and he’s staring at me. I feel the heat rise onto my cheeks and I look away. His gaze alone makes me nervous.

“I’m ready.” I state and he nods.

We stand to exit and make our way down the stairs. We walk through the front door and we make our way halfway down the stairs before I stop. I make my way back towards the apartment. I pull out my key and lock it, sighing that I remembered. I join Harry and we continue to the parking lot.

“Ride with me.” He commands, softly.

I nod and follow him into his car. He opens the passenger door for me and I thank him, climbing inside. He jogs around the front of the car. He is wearing a Rolling Stones tee and black jeans. I feel like Harry could pull off anything. It makes me jealous and a stifle a laugh as he climbs inside. The car roars to life and music fills the car. I begin to hum to the tune and Harry turns and grins at me. He pulls out of the parking lot as I listen to the familiar lyrics.