Euphonious Memories {H.S}

40.

It had only been three days since I told Harry that he might possibly have a small chance with me again if he stayed sober for two weeks.

Already, it was becoming all too much.

Every single time he was around,(which was basically every hour of every day now) I would feel like someone was squeezing my heart until it hurt where I couldn't stand it anymore.

After this happened about ten times in like two hours, I soon realized that it was going to be like that every time.

It always was. With Harry, my view on everything was different. I tried to put on a front, pretending that I didn't want him back, but I knew deep down that I wasn't fooling anyone. And if I was, I definitely was not fooling myself.

I knew that deep down I was still in love with Harry Styles. Yes, I was in love and it was with this goofy idiot, and I loved him so much that it actually physically hurt me.

Although I finally admitted this to myself, I most definitely wasn't going to admit it to Harry anytime soon. He still had a deal with me and I was not going to just call that deal off.

So I tried to keep my distance from him the best that I could. But it was extremely hard when he was around 24/7.

He was always hanging out in our apartment, like old times. He didn't live there anymore though he was back in his own apartment.

He might as well have lived in our apartment though. He hung out there from day to night. And most nights he would say that he didn't feel like driving to his own apartment , so he would just sleep in his old room.

It got really annoying for me. It wasn't annoying because I got tired of Harry, but because I got tired of acting like I didn't want him back.

He kept flirting with me and when he wasn't flirting, I could feel his eyes on me when I was talking to Gemma or just reading my book.

"You know what I haven't done in a while?" Gemma asked out of no where.

"What?"

"I haven't went to the movie theater in quite some time."

"We should go!" Harry chimed in our conversation.

"Yeah okay...what movies are out?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, but we can just pick a random one. We will pick the one that looks the most interesting. We can just test our judgment." Gemma said.

"Okay sounds good." I said "I will go get ready."

I wore jean shorts and a tank top, because it was sunny out.

I decided to change things up a bit and wear a little more makeup than I usual did.

I did my eyebrows and everything.

I saw that something was missing, so I applied some red lipstick that I often wore.

Gemma told me that the lipstick really complimented my eyes.

I saw my reflection in the mirror and was satisfied. I grabbed my purse and walked into the living room meeting the Styles siblings.

"Ready?" I asked them.

"Yep."

"Uh huh."

We took a cab to the theater and I, of course, ended up sitting right next to Harry.

For a solid ten minutes, he was staring at me with a grin.

"What?" I asked finally asked.

"Nothing." He said and grinned even bigger.

"Harry, you don't grin with your cheeky grin if it's nothing. Now what are you staring at me for?"

"Fine." He said holding his hands up in defense and he started to laugh. "I was just thinking about that time that you saw Roxy kiss me at that party, and you were jealous, so you got drunk for the first time." He laughed louder.

"Oh shut it." I said playfully punching his arm. "Seriously Harry it wasn't that funny now stop." I said when he wouldn't stop laughing.

"I never heard that story before." Gemma told me and looked really curious.

"She was so drunk that she ended up telling me that she liked me." He laughed even harder.

I rolled my eyes, but eventually ended up laughing. I remembered that night vividly. It was a bittersweet night. I mean, I had never been drunk before so I'm sure Harry got a real good show. The next morning, however came with a killer hangover.

When we got to the movie theater, we were all laughing so hard that we could hardly think straight.

We looked through the movie choices that were on the big screen behind the ticket booth and ended up picking some comedy.

We walked in just in time because the advertisements were just ending.

I sat in the middle of Harry and Gemma, but it wasn't my choice Harry basically went out of his way so that he would be sitting beside me.

I was mentally laughing at how ridiculous he was being.

Around the middle part of the movie, I was glued to the screen, and laughing along with everyone else in the audience.

I reached for popcorn, still glued to the screen, and Harry and I's hands accidentally brushed against each other. My body froze and I sat there petrified from the unexpected shock for a few short seconds, then I looked at Harry.

He smiled and then grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers. It was so cliche, but I still liked it.

I wanted to let go and tell him that his two weeks wasn't over yet, but I couldn't let go. I needed this. I physically needed this.

He looked back at the screen and so did I. A few minutes later, I felt his thumb caress mine.

I looked at him and tried to remember why I wouldn't just take him back. I couldn't come up with a reason.

I saw this beautiful human sitting beside me who actually wanted me and I wouldn't let him have me? I felt dumb at that moment.

He realized that I was staring at him and broke me out of my thoughts by mouthing "what" to me with a dimple showing up on his right cheek.

I leaned closer so I could whisper in his ear.

"I just realized something." I whispered in his ear."

"Yeah? What's that?" He whispered back.

I hesitated before answering, and then smiled knowing that I knew what I was doing.

"That I don't think I can go any longer without doing this..." I said, and before I could think about it I leaned in and kissed his lips. He kissed me back slowly, with passion. I tangled my fingers through his curls and he rested his hand on my thigh.

It wasn't until Gemma cleared her throat that we broke apart laughing.