Moments Like These (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction) (Watty Awards 2012)

Chapter 8

I woke up in my favorite place, Harry's arms. He made me feel safe. I just lay there admiring just how beautiful he really was. His skin was far from perfect but he made it look good, and his curls fell over his eyes, with his mouth pulled into a slight smile. I just wanted to kiss him then and there.

  "Morning beautiful.", he said in is adorable, sleeply voice startling me. "It's kinda creepy how you have just been staring at me for nearly fifteen minutes.", he said laughing.

"Well, excuse me.", I said giggling.

" You know, you never told me something that would be important to know.", he said opening his eyes to look into mine.

"Oh, and what is that?", I said slightly tilting my head to the side.

"You never told me if you liked me back.", he said blushing.

"Is that a blush I see on Harry Styles face?", I said gasping playfully, "Yes Harry, I do have feelings for you. Maybe not very strong feelings but yes, they are there." He looked disappointed.

"Oh, okay.", he said. I felt bad. I knew I had feelings developing, but they weren't as full as they could be.

  "So I was thinking...", Harry said looking nervous, "Do you want to go to the movies with me today?", he said looking up at me while playing with a piece of my hair.

"Sounds great, Styles, what time should I be ready for this little date?", I said with a smirk.

"In three hours ma lady." I smiled and kissed his cheek and ran into my bathroom to take a shower.

   I stepped in, steam made the air thick. I smiled through the water that was beating down on my skin. All I could think is that in three short hours I would be going on a date with Harry, the guy that I thought was absolutely gorgeous since the day I saw him, could my life get any more perfect?

  I walked down into the kitchen. The only people that were there were Niall, and Zayn. Liam went to Danielle's house last night, and Louis went to Eleanor's house. How he managed to get such a beautiful, mature girl like El, I have no clue. Sure, he isn't lacking in the looks department, but she is more like a mom at times than a girlfriend.

  "Where's Harry?", I asked curiously.

"He went to set something up, I guess.", Niall said looking back down at his food. Zayn was just sitting there staring at me like I had punched him or something. I didn't know what was up with him. He wasn't being himself. He was dragging his feet around and feeling sorry for him self. Whatever it was, it was obviously something big.

   Niall pulled me into his room and sat me down on the bed. "Look, if he hurts you in any way just tell me." I just laughed. With how things are going I don't think he would hurt me.

"Niall, at this point I think there is more of a chance that I would hurt him", I said. I have always had a habit of getting bored with a boy and then tossing him to the side and finding someone new. I wasn't a slut or anything...just got bored easily.

"Alright well just tell me..."

   Harry texted me telling me to wear something nice because we were going out to eat at somewhere not to fancy, but nice. I ran to my room looking through my closet. I was even more nervous this time than last night.

  I finally found a hot pink dress that came down to mid thigh and was very form fitting. It had one sleeve that was tight and went down to my wrist, and the other arm was sleeveless. I straightened my hair, put on my simple make up and slipped on my sparkly white high heels. I get told that I wear heels to much, but being as short as I am...I have no other choice.