You - A Harry Styles Fanfic/Novel

chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

Ivy's POV:

Tina freaked when Ivy had shown her Harry Styles' number saved on her phone. Ivy couldn't believe it herself; she wanted to check if it was really his number but didn't want to be the first one to call. Besides what would she say if she had called? It wasn't until Tina had dropped her off at home and she was lying comfortably in her single bed with her phone near her that she started to think. Her mind worked its way through thoughts that left her scared. She had seriously enjoyed her time with him and yes she had kept her phone near her in case he called but the questions that bugged her were what if he did? And what if he didn't?

She wanted him to, there was no denying he was attractive and that she had felt unsure, unstable yet relaxed when talking to him. But what itched at her mind was if he did and he became something she hadn't made in a long time, a friend. She would have to open up, would she be able to do that?

There was only the later question that scared her more, what if he didn't call? She would've shrugged it off and continued on with her life because that's what it usually consisted of, people ignoring and disinterested in her, how she liked it; yet she had never felt this way so quickly with someone ever before. Especially how they danced, how close he was, how he smiled at her cluelessness and those green eyes...

She was snapped out of her trance when her phone screen flashed with a message. Butterflies suddenly filled her stomach as she looked at the name on the screen.

Harry's POV:

Harry had paced the lounge room in their hotel room many times. He walked from the balcony door to the front door, zigzagging around the sofas and coffee table just to change his course after the 20th time he had taken that route he guessed. He had arrived to find all the boys asleep and wasn't willing to wake up Louis just to ask him if he should call Ivy on the same night, or if that would be interpreted as desperate; if the person he was displayed as by the media could even be desperate. That Harry would've taken her home on the first night.

That wasn't what he was; and he wanted to make it well, work properly with Ivy. She was the first person besides his band mates and family that he had had a normal conversation with. She intrigued him like the girl he had seen at the club and even though they were different they were both real with him. He didn't know who that girl at the club was and had very little chance of finding her again so he decided to forget her.

He had tomorrow free before his last show on Sunday that ends the tour they were currently on. After that he could decide where he wanted to spend his break month before he had to go back to London to meet with the boys and complete all the "tasks" management had set for them. It was as if they were puppets being dragged around by management's stern hands. He wanted escape from that and was becoming eager to get it.

It didn't hurt to text someone to hang out, he decided and stopped near the coffee table where he had set his phone down earlier, picked it up and did just that.

Hope I didn't wake you, its Harry! He sent and waited for her reply sitting on the couch behind him. He tapped his foot on the ground. How long had it been since he just sat and texted someone, without always being rushed by all his work? Or had wanted to just sit and text someone?

Hahaha I know, you saved your number under your name! And no still awake. He let out a laugh and shook his head at her reply. Of course he would do something like that and she was definitely one to notice it. He couldn't help but picture her giggling at his text like she did back at the restaurant. Her smile seemed to make him loose focus of his surroundings and bring complete attention to her. It made him notice the bright things in his life. That's why he had thought she looked like the girl from the club. Their smiles would take him out of his messed up world.

Right I totally knew that! Would it be a complete waste if I ask your smart self to hang out with my dumb self tomorrow? He wrote back.

It's not so much the fact that you might be an idiot but rather the fact that you might be a rapist that would make it a waste. He couldn't believe this was the same flustered girl he had come into contact with. He couldn't believe that she did not know who he was and that he definitely was not a rapist. He couldn't believe he could talk to her so easily. He grinned again. She baffled him. He was fascinated by her.

You'll never know if you don't come and see, since you don't trust the Internet. He replied.

Where would we be going? Or should I ask the Internet? She texted back.

Ivy's POV:

The only person who had appeared on her message list was Tina. She guessed that she wouldn't be the same person in real life as she was while texting. She felt protected by the fact that the person on the other end couldn't see her face and that she could take as long as she wanted to reply non-embarrassingly; whereas talking with someone face-to-face made room for lots of disasters especially considering her anxiety. That was why she had not wanted to text anyone other than the friend she trusted and she had not since no one cared to text her; until now.

Harry Styles was the first name on her messages list. How did that unlikely event happen? She felt like she was coming of as normal to him and she knew she was far from being normal. But he was not so normal himself, though in a different way. She still felt the butterflies in her stomach every time she awaited his reply but he had not made her head jumble with negative thoughts yet and she liked talking to him. She liked being herself and hoped to stay herself in front of him, forgetting her nerves.

Why bother, you have me here to ask! And anyway the interviewers can never get it out of me, it's a secret. She read his reply and smiled. "You have me here" it was utterly crazy that she did.

Probably wouldn't be able to find that stuff on the Internet even if you did spill! She answered.

That makes us equal on not knowing stuff. So what's your answer?

She did not even have to think to type her response. He had made her completely thoughtless and full of feelings. The total opposite of how she had been before their encounter.

Wouldn't it be crazy to miss a chance to hang out with you?

Harry's POV:

He smiled at her reference to their conversation at the restaurant. Except she did not say Harry Styles this time, she said you. It might have been his sudden over analytical mind but to him it meant that he could be him, whoever he was, with her. He wanted to trust that he could, not just because she had not read the multiple articles about him but because so far she had shown that she was only interested in who he showed himself to be.

This is probably the one time I'm grateful for that concept. He replied.

They decided to meet up at the restaurant and go from there. He got into bed and was not bothered by the fact that he could not have a shower because he would wake the boys from their crucial sleep. He was too pleased with what just happen. Then the thought hit him. "Sh** where do I take her?"

Hey guys, bout time I updated but I was stuck and now im back in motion! Also big thanks to my sister who unexpectedly actually helped me get back on track. Hope you enjoy this story and once again any constructive criticism is welcome! xx

btw many big ideas for the future!!!! :)