100 Days with Taylor

Day 3

Taylor's Point of view:

I woke up to the sun in my eyes. Last night my Dad had gotten pulled over for drunk driving. Which means he'll be away for at least a week. Harry had driven me home last night, I never told him what happened, or who did it to me, I could tell it was hurting him. But why? He barely knew me. I mean he's Harry Styles, he'll get tired of me sooner or later.

I sat up and my phone began to ring, it was Harry.

"Hello?"

"Hey, how're you feeling?" He asked genuinely.

"I'm feeling better."

"That's great."

I nodded but realized he couldn't see that,"Want to come over?"

I could tell he was smiling,"Sure, be over in an hour?"

"Okay."

I stood up and got a shower. I dried my brown hair and got changed into a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a gray off the shoulder sweater. After about a little over an hour there was a knock on the door. My feet jogged lightly to the door and I opened it.

"Hey," I said greeting Harry.

***

 We sat around and talked in my room for a few hours,"Hey Harry, I'm going to run to the store for some ice cream, you're welcome to wait here."

He nodded and just stared at his phone. 

***

I got back from the store and opened my door, I saw Harry was reading something. He had a few pieces of papers in his hands. He looked at me and shoved them into his pocket,"Sorry, I was reading erm a contract from the recording studio. 

I nodded and I handed him a tub of ice cream,"We're going to watch some Nicholas Sparks movies."

He laughed and agreed.

"No matter where you are in the world,the moon is never bigger than your thumb."John, from the movie said.

"Come on, let's go try it out!" Harry said grabbing my hand and leading me into the hallway,"Erm, I don't know my way around your house."

I dragged him to the door that led to a small balcony in the back of the house. Harry looked up to the sky to find the moon, then he raised his hand and shut one eyes and put his thumb over the moon. Copying him, I do the same.

"You're so cute." Harry said.

I raised an eye brow,"What?"

"I just thought I'd tell you."

A blush crept onto my pale cheeks. 

We sat out on the porch swing for a few more hours. It was a comfortable silence. It was the first time I felt safe around my own home. 

"You never did tell me what happened yesterday?" Harry questioned.

"It's no biggie, really. I'm fine now." I said shooting him my signature fake smile.

He huffed,"Yeah no biggy, I'm already sick of hearing that every time."

I watched his fist tighten. My heart started racing, and tears started to drip out of my eyes,"Please don't hit me."

I watched as his eyes and fists softened,"I would never hit you, Taylor."

Tears were stinging my eyes again,"I've heard all of that before."

His face grew with sadness,"I promise you, I'd never ever lay a hand on you."

Silence filled me, as he wrapped his arms gently around me,"Was it your Dad?"

Without thinking I nodded and he began rubbing gentle circles on my back. The rest of the night consisted of him asking questions like,"Why would he do that to you?" "have you told anyone?" "Do you need a place to stay?" and so on. 

The clock read 12:45 A.M. "Harry, you should get going."

He nodded,"Alright, call me if you need anything."

"Alright." He gave me a gentle hug before walking out the front door.

I wasn't quite sure how I felt about this yet,Though the thought of him  lingered in my heart, as well as in my mind,"He was just a boy" I had to remind myself constantly, because he was all that ever crossed my mind, I for one, did believe in love at first sight, but him, I was not quite sure what he did or did not believe.

A gentle touch by him would immediately send sparks through my veins, Sure you could call me a hopeless romantic, or even weird, but I know how I felt and I drove myself crazy feeling this way. So many unanswered questions, since most of the questions I've died to ask have been left unasked, Is there hope? Or am I just driving myself mad at the thought of him and I?

Either way I don't think I could stop myself at this rate, 

I mean falling for him wasn't exactly in my path that I had originally planned for myself, of course it wasn't that bad of a situation if I actually look at it. Of course, I may sound utterly ridiculous but who said sounding ridiculous was a bad thing? People have told me that anyone may possibly act insane the moment they believe that they're falling in love. Not just those 2 week relationships that are pure rubbish, actual love. The kind where you get butterflies even hearing their name being said, or seeing them for a second or two could brighten you on your worst possible days.