I'm Sorry.

Chapter 8

It was Sunday and I was all packed for the sleep round Harry's house. I hauled my bag down to the door and then I received a text. It was from Harry.

Harry: I'll be there in 10 minutes! X

Holy Crap! I'm not ready for this, Harry Styles is going to turn up at my door and take me away. I texted him quickly and said:

Me: Don't text and drive!;) text me when your parked outside my house, don't ring the doorbell I'll come out to you. X

Harry: I'm pulled over don't worry, sure I'll stand outside the car for you:)x

Me: Perfect!:)x

Harry: I know you are. X

Me: I know you are. X

Harry: You're perfect to me, anyway I'm off now so I can't talk! Bye babe! X

Right, 10 minutes, well less than 10 minutes until Harry arrives. I walked over to the hallway mirror and checked my hair and makeup and put another grip in my messy bun. I straightened out my summery dress and paced up and down in my heels. I stayed out the way of my family in case they said I looked dolled up for a sleepover with Elyeese. I sat on the bottom of the stairs for a while and then I heard a car horn, I shouted to my mum I was going and none of my family seemed to bat an eyelid.

I opened the door and collected my holdall.

There he was.

He had a white T shirt on with an Aztec pattern around the neck and black skinny trousers that made his legs look amazing. He had sandals on which really didn't match his outfit but I didn't care. His hair was long and messy just how I like it and he had his cheeky grin slapped across his face. He had hipster sunglasses on that were pitch black and the suns light reflected off his hair making it look glossy and silky. I waved and he immediately ran up to me grabbed my hand and my bag and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

" Hey babe." He said as he walked me down to his car.

" Are you okay?" He asked as he opened the car boot.

" I'm fine, what about you?" I responded.

" Grand, never been better." He said whilst putting my bag in the boot not once letting go of my hand.

He then walked me round to the passenger seat, I was now riding shotgun with Harry Styles. He kissed my hand and shut the door then jogged round giving me a wave when he went past the windscreen. I gave a little chuckle then thanked god Harry wasn't in the car yet because it sounded like a goat giving birth. He jumped in and said with his hands on the wheel " Ready?" I nodded and he started up the car and drove out of my area. Conversation struck up almost immediately.

" How was the last week of school?" He asked with his fingers rubbing his lips and one hand on the wheel.

" Challenging, but it's school. I feel there is a slight difference between a healthy amount of challenge and a amount that makes you break down and cry." I said, unsure why I was getting intimate. Harry looked up from the wheel and over the top of his sunglasses and said "Have you been crying!?"

" No I haven't, it's just what I feel inside." I said giving him a small smile.

" I understand, school is hard, it's not meant to be easy or you wouldn't learn anything would you?" He said flashing a smile.

I nodded.

Conversation grew more intense and we started asking about each other's lives and he asked how old my brother and sister where and I asked him about his sister Gemma and what she's like. He said that I would get along nicely with her and that she would want to take me shopping with his mum-Anne a lot. I loved this time with Harry and it all seemed like a dream, it just happened so quickly to be real.

He said about his previous girlfriends and I said he didn't have to talk about them if he didn't want to because a few girls caused a lot of trouble and hurt for him, but he continued. He told me things that nobody knew about and I felt privileged to be hearing them.

As we pulled into a petrol station Harry told me to cover my face. I didn't know what he was talking about so I grabbed his jacket and sat with it on my lap. I watched as Harry walked into the Shop and I saw quite a few people (mainly men) run up to him with cameras. It was the paparazzi. He looked in distress and I was just sat there. He hurried to get some things and then rushed out back to me in the car. He told me to put the jacket over my face, I'll admit it felt a little embarrassing, then he accelerated fast out of the station onto the road.

" You can take it of your face now." He said. I immediately pulled it off my face.

" I didn't want you to be blinded by all the flashing lights, and to be in tomorrow's magazine." He said reaching for my hand.

" Its okay, I understand." I said looking down, I felt a bit upset maybe he didn't want to show me off as his girlfriend, or show me off at all. Negative thoughts again. He was genuinely concerned for me and the quicker I realise that, the better.

We had been on the road for a few hours now and he kept telling me we were almost there. We left at 10 and it was now 1:20. If remember correctly when my dad had work in Cheshire it took him around 3 and a half hours to get there, so we were nearly there. I was right.