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

Chapter 12

"Great. Just great," Harry grumbles when we approach his apartment building. There is a swarm of people crowded around the entrance.

"At least you park in the garage," I say.

"I know, but if any of them snuck past Ted...we're in trouble." Harry pulls into the parking garage and into his space. We each take a few grocery bags.

"Who's Ted?" I ask.

"The guard at the front desk." Harry takes his keys out of his pocket and unlocks the door that leads to the first floor. He pokes his head around the corner and motions for me to follow him. There is no one in sight, yet we're still tip toeing to his unit.

"It's him," I hear someone, most likely a teenaged female, close to us say. I tap Harry on the shoulder and he brushes me off.

"I know," he whispers. He grabs my hand. Oh my God. His hands are so soft. We start speed-walking down the hall, but I still hear footsteps following us.

"Is it a good idea to go into your apartment when there are fans following us?" I ask. "I mean, it doesn't seem like such a great idea."

"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing." We make a sharp turn to the right and make another right immediately. Harry opens a door and pulls me inside. I instantly recognize the warm, humid stench.

"The pool?" I laugh. Here we are, two 20 year olds holding bags of groceries by an indoor pool.

"This is where I always hide when fans find out where I live." He sets his bag of groceries down on a chair. I do the same.

"Doesn't it get kind of warm in here?" I fan myself with my hands. The humidity is already getting to me.

"Sometimes." He kicks off his shoes and starts rolling up his jeans so his ankles are visible. He sits down on the floor near the shallow end of the pool and sticks his feet in. You were always an odd one, Harry.

"You're welcome to join," he says. It still amazes me how none of this is awkward. Usually you see two people who have broken up and they make awkward eye contact and don't speak. With us, it's the total opposite. Then it hits me. Maybe none of this is awkward because he likes me! And I like him back so naturally it isn't going to be awkward! Time to bring on the flirt, Sabrina.

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*Harry's POV*

"Um...sure," Sabrina answers. She's wearing shorts so she just sits down next to me...close enough to make it seem like we're more than friends. What?

"Do you always stick your feet in the water when you come here?" she asks. I look at her and notice that she's batting her eyelashes. This is weird. Sabrina never acts like this.

"Yeah, most of the time." I scoot over a little. I like her, but I don't know if I'm ready to be her boyfriend again. I know I keep saying I wouldn't mind being more than friends, but the thought of her wanting to get back together with me freaks me out a little. Oh my God. Am I having second thoughts about this? Isn't this what I wanted all along? I push my thoughts aside and aim my focus at the water.

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*Sabrina's POV*

Maybe trying to flirt isn't the best thing to do. He just moved an inch away from me. Maybe he doesn't like me like I thought he did? Well this is disappointing.

"That's cool." I stop batting my eyelashes and talk normally. I know Harry well enough to know he doesn't like a fake.

"Yeah." He clears his throat. "Maybe a few more minutes and we'll head back."

"Sure, great. That's fine by me." Okay, now it's awkward. Why'd I have to attempt flirting with him? I probably just ruined everything.

"Okay." Now it's silent. Both of us are sitting on the edge of the pool staring at the water. How much more awkward could this possibly get?

"Holy shit," I say, startled by my phone. I take my phone out of my pocket and look to see who's calling. It's none other than Brian the douchebag. I turn my phone on silent and ignore his call. If he has something important to say, he'll leave a voicemail.

"Who was it?" Harry asks.

"It was no one," I lie.

"Brian, wasn't it?"

"How'd you know?"

"You're kind of predictable. And if it were anyone else you would've told me."

"Wow, you know me better than I thought you did."

"Hey, we did date for almost three years."

"Yeah." Suddenly the air feels gloomy and sad, like we both want what we once had back. I know I want it back.

"Let's head back now," Harry says. He stands up and grabs both grocery bags from the chair.

"I could take one," I offer.

"Nah, it's okay. I got it." Harry opens the door and I step out into the hallway where there are no fans in sight. Maybe, just maybe, staying with him will be enough to make him fall in love with me all over again.