Never Sometimes Always // harry styles

chapter six

wow i love harry so much omg
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Never Sometimes Always - Chapter Six

"Wait! You did what!?"

Violet was taking the train to Harry's Hampstead home on Saturday, but the pair have been talking nonstop. Through text, calls and now facetimes. This newfound confidence Violet has is foreign to her. She's facetiming a boy who she may or may not (definitely may) fancy while in the most unflattering angle with messy hair and disheveled pyjamas. And it was comfortable. It was so comfortable.

"I didn't mean to offend him!" Violet says a few octaves higher than her normal speaking voice. "I just didn't know it was...a him!"

"Goodness, Vi." Harry's snort-laughing, his face half covered by his gigantic hand and Violet just imagines what it would be like to be beside him, snuggled into him and his beige sheets. When Harry's laughter dies down they share soft smiles. "Hey."

She giggles, shoving her face further under her duvet so he didn't see her blush. "Hey."

Harry sighs, looking around his room. "You should come over now."

"Now?" Violet questions. "It's half eight. Surely the station is closed. And I'll see you tomorrow anyway."

Harry huffs. "But I'm bored, and I wanna hang out with you."

"You are hanging out with me," Violet retorts quickly.

Harry rolls his eyes. "I mean in person. I'll book your tickets."

"Uh! Harry!"

Harry has his phone perched up against his laptop screen. His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration as he searches for tickets to him. "How do you feel about leaving a bit after nine? Like fifteen minutes?"

"Harry, what can we possibly do this late at night? I'd have to spend the night." She adjusts the glasses on her face and plugs in the fairy lights above her head.

"So." He shrugs. "Or I can come to you. I'll spend the weekend. You can show me around Cambridge. Show me ya classes and stuff."

"That sounds awfully boring."

Harry grins at the younger girl. "I just booked tickets."

"Harry!" Violet's heart is fluttering in her chest. He's going to give her an aneurysm.

"Will you get me from the station? I won't bring paps or anything. Promise."

"Harry, where are you going to stay? In my flat?"

Harry's now packing a duffle rather quickly. "Yep."

Violet groans. A boy is now coming over for the weekend. No. A man. A really attractive man. A really attractive man will be in Violet's home for the entirety of three days.

"See you in..." Harry glances at the ticket details on his laptop screen, "...an hour, twenty."

And then he hangs up.

Violet immediately rings Amber.

"Vi?"

"Amber, please help me. Harry's coming over."

"Over? Over!? Like over over!? To our flat!?"

Violet gets up and begins to clean the sitting room, organising things that were already in perfect order. "Yes! With a duffle for the weekend!"

Amber is silent for a short while before saying, "shit, Vi. You're gonna have sex with literally one of the hottest men on the planet."

"Shut up, Amber! I need actual help. Should I change? Do we have extra linen? Should I sleep in your room? He can take my bed. Oh my gosh, my sheets have crisp crumbs all over them. Crap, I need to—oh my gosh, the rubbish is literally a mountain. How am I –"