Make Me Believe.

Chapter 23

"Haz! Stop!" I giggled. "I'm trying to get my lense out of my eye!"

"No! It's too fun."

Okay, so, basically, Harry Styles is obsessed with Instagram. And apparently, new filters came out today and he keeps taking pictures.

"Harry, will you st... Ouch!" I cried out when I poked my eye accidently. Tears started coming out of my left eye, and I still didn't get that damn lense out. "I hate you"

"Aw, babe," He said and put his phone down. "I'm sorry. Let me see."

He walked toward me, and took my hand. I looked up at him, one of my eyes still tearing up, and a smile curved his lips when we made eye contact.

"Why are you smiling when I'm in pain?" I whined.

"I always forget how beautiful your eyes are." He said and I blushed. Turning away from him, I looked at myself on the mirror and removed the lense.

"Harry," I said, looking back at him. "My eyes are plain grey."

"No," he replied cheekily. "They get this tint of bright blue when you look at me."

"Well, your eyes sparkle too when you see me!"

"Really?"

"Haz, your eyes shine when you look at me." I stick my tongue out and leave the room. "Oh and, don't you dare tweet that picture!"

We had just returned from our "date". Well, it was beyond perfect.

I wore a cute short sleeveless floral jumpsuit. My hair was up in a bun and I put on some flats. Don't mind me, I love flats.

He took me to an empty field, parked the car and put on some slow music. We went out and he asked me to dance. Yes, cheesy.

"I wanted to dance because we didn't dance at the premiere." He said and I chuckled as we swirled slowly.

"The premiere was a mess, wasn't it ?" I ask.

"I made it a mess... I'm sorry, honestly."

"I did throw away the guy's number, by the way." I say after I shake my head, meaning it didn't matter.

"I thought I lost you. When I saw you cry, I thought you..."

"You didn't. It's okay, babe."

"Say it again."

"What?"

"Babe."

"Uh, babe?" I laughed as his eyes twinkled. "Harry... Where were you?"

"When ?"

"When I was dancing with that guy. Where were you?"

"I'll... I'll tell you later. Listen, Em, I know you don't believe me when I say I'm in love with you. I know you think that I want you for.. that." He took a deep breath as we kept dancing under the stars. "I... I do am in love with you. Like, real, deep love. I'm not lying. Remember... remember that dress you bought for your prom ?"

"Yeah.."

"I gave Eva my credit card number. Because I knew I wouldn't be part of your prom. It was the least I could do." I frown and look down. He paid for that dress. Was he buying me, in a way ? But he didn't tell me, so... "Remember when we went to the beach ?"

"I sure do."

"Well, I forced the boys to." He grinned. "And... and these two weeks we're spending here in New York... It was supposed to be three days and then a short break in England. I begged management everyday for weeks." He looks down, smiling. "Remember when you told me that your best friend kissed you ?"