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CHAPTER 25

Harry Styles

I had been on a fair share of dates in my life yet it still felt like the first one with her. Even though we kind of already been on one whilst we were in Italy. It didn't really change the way I felt.

My palms were sweating, my stomach was in a knot and from being so nervous about the whole night, I had no idea what the fuck to talk about. I couldn't exactly rely on her, either, because she wasn't someone who spoke unless spoken to. At least she didn't do it around me if there was no reason for her to give a piece of her mind.

I was all on my own but somehow, we made it through the night.

After the parents talk, our food was with us so that kind of saved the night, too. It seemed as though we only ever fought, talked about serious topics or chatted about wine. And I was kind of cool with it because it was surely different. Not many of our conversations had no point to them which, thinking back now, was insane. When I spoke to people sometimes, it was over nothing and it could make me feel like I let them waste my time.

With her, if she wasn't around, I felt like I wasted my own time.

And although she probably just felt bad for me and that was why she came up with this idea, I was determined to make sure she would at least have me as a friend once this month was over. Obviously, with my feelings skyrocketing the way they were, I wasn't sure how that would leave me personally but having her in my life as a friend was still miles better than not at all.

I let out a chuckle as I laid in my bed after I dropped her off at home, got back to mine, took a shower then changed into my pyjama bottoms and a shirt. It was dark in my room other than the dim light that filled it up from outside. I heard Dax barking downstairs which made me sigh because when I left him in his bed, he was asleep. He must have seen a bird or some shit outside and decided to play with it. Through the window. I didn't let him outside during the night, I felt better knowing he was inside, in the warm, safe.

"Dax!" I shouted. "Shut the fuck up!"

But when he was being loud for no goddamn reason, I could have gone mad.

After I shouted, he seemed to keep it down so I could get back to daydreaming about my date. I had a date. A proper one. It made me laugh. A simple date made me feel this giggly and excited which was new. I haven't felt this good in a while. I mean, I wasn't necessarily sad on a daily basis, but this whole thing I had going on with Kensington just gave me this new sense of... life.

She was so new to me. This side of her, anyway. Before she wouldn't even give me the time of the day. I remember every single time we would cross paths at events, we would give each other dirty looks. Oh my god. We acted like proper children.

Not that we are different.

She can still be a right pain in my ass but now at least she talks to me. And also agreed to let me take her out on dates and whatnot which is honestly the best thing she had ever told me in a while.

That and the time I spent with her tonight, made me fall asleep with a huge grin on my face and a little excitement for what was to come.

Did I expect it?

Absolutely not.

The call woke me up around three am. Or half three. I had no idea. But I was awake, confused and also kind of excited. Which shouldn't have been that way because it wasn't a situation to be excited about. For her, anyway.

Apparently, there was something to do with ammonia or whatever. I couldn't understand her properly, she just asked if she could crash on my couch for the night and when those words hit my ears I just agreed right away. I didn't even question if she could have gone to her parents' or brother's place or stay with a friend. If she called me first, that was a big step for her and I wasn't about to turn her away.