Forgive me? Harry Styles

2.

Chapter two:

“Ready to go?” Harry asked, grabbing his keys from the counter before opening the door and gesturing me toward it, I nodded slightly grabbing my things which Harry had sent up from the downstairs change room and made my way out the door. “Follow me!” He smiled, holding his hand out behind him, and a followed wondering if he wanted me to hold it again, so I went to reach out but he took it back before looking over his shoulder and winking at me.

“Thank you so much for everything.” I smiled weakly skipping slightly to keep up with his long strides.

“Seriously babe, it’s fine, glad I could be at your service!” He winked, bowing slightly, giving me time to catch up before he continued walking again.

“Haha, you’re a funny one.” I smiled slightly, watching my feet as the stepped one after another.

“You okay?” He asked, looking at the blood on my skirt.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, doesn’t hurt that much.” I lied, every time my bag moved on my shoulder it strained on my collar bones, causing me to wince a little.

“Here, let me take you bag.” He smiled, carefully taking it off me, obviously noticing my pain.

“Thanks,” I smiled and pushed the ‘down’ button on the elevator.

“So, Abby, you a fan?” He asked, damn, I hoped he wouldn’t ask that. Yes! I’m the biggest fan! I have posters of you boys all over my walls.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” I smiled, technically not lying.

“Good, because the boys and I have been writing some more songs and you could tell us what you think?” He smiled; no way was I going to hear their new songs first!

“Sounds amazing!” I couldn’t control the massive grin spreading across my face, this is going to be the best week ever. We eventually made it out the back entrance and toward his black hire-car, he quickly skipped ahead of me and opened the door and bowed lightly.

“You’re quite the gentleman!” I laughed, bowing back slightly.

“I love your accent.” He winked, before closing the door lightly. I couldn’t help but blush at the compliment; before I knew it he was sitting next to me and starting up the car. I decided to check my phone, I had a new text from mum.

From: Mum

Hey sweetie, when will you be home? Xx

To: Mum

I’m coming home now, see you soon xx

“Who are you texting?” Harry winked, you know as if any other guy has actually had a conversation with me that has lasted longer than five minutes.

“Mum,” I blushed.

“Does she know I’m dropping you off?” He asked, turning down the radio.

“No… Why do you want me to tell her?” I asked confused, did he want me to tell her?

“I don’t mind, doesn’t really affect me, I’m walking you in though, don’t want you getting mugged from the street to your front door.” He laughed lightly, tapping against his wheel, humming along to the song faintly playing on the radio.

“Let’s make it a surprise,” I winked, “and, we both know you can sing so why not just belt it out?” I laughed.

“Haha, okay, and only if you do!” He laughed, turning the music up.

“No! I can’t sing!” I blushed at the thought of Harry Styles actually hearing my horrible singing.

“Please?” He pouted. That damn face.