The Boy In The Basement// h.s AU✅

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Chapter Fifty of 'The Boy In The Basement':

Truthfully, I'm really nervous about meeting this guy named Liam Payne. What if he doesn't talk to us? What if he doesn't even answer his door? Then this trip would be a waste of my time.

Yes Dad said I-Harry and I-can go to Wolverhampton to see Liam. Harry is able to get up and do things on his own, so Zayn was able to go home instead of carrying Harry to the bathroom. To be honest, that was quite entertaining.

"How long will this trip be?" I asked tiredly as I placed my head on the cold, dewy window. It was 11 o'clock at night, and we were on the road to Wolverhampton, Harry offered to drive and I didn't mind. Last time he didn't kill us so we're all good in my book.

"Well, we left about an hour ago, so we will be there in twenty-four minutes." I nodded, turning my head back against the window, watching the trees and other geographical things fly past the window.

Harry is really dumb when it comes to time. He told me that it'd take almost an hour and a half to get to Wolverhampton, yet he decided we should leave at ten at night. Yet, I still love him-he'll just need to work on that, you know?

Harry chuckled, and I moved my tired eyes over to him. "What so funny, Mr. I Need To Learn How To Leave At Five?" I asked mockingly. Harry scoffed.

"Rude. And, nothing it's just that you're cute." I could feel my cheeks go hot due from blushing, and I mentally cursed at him. Don't you hate it when a guy can make you blush, and you don't want to? They may think it's cute, but in reality, to me, it makes me less attractive.

"How am I cute? I'm tired."

"Exactly. And that blush is helping a lot." I could hear the smirk in his voice and I signed.

"No it isn't."

"Ally, you're beautiful, don't you know that?" He turned his head and I could feel his state fixated on me. I fidgeted in my seat slightly, becoming uncomfortable under his stare.

"Harry, eyes on the road," I looked at him. He smiled and turned his head, looking ahead of where we were going.

"You never answered my question, beautiful." I glared at him, but I couldn't stop the small smile from forming on my lips. I crossed my arms over my chest and sat up straight in my seat.

"Actually, I don't think I'm beautiful- no let me rephrase that: I know I'm not beautiful. When I'm with you, though, you make believe that I'm beautiful, and I love it."

"I'm so glad that I make you feel that way, but Alice, you have to know you're beautiful without my help. I want you to see how truly beautiful you are." His voice was low and quiet, but it was loud at the same time. My heart throbbed at his words, and I had the sudden urge to lean forward and kiss him. . .

But I contained that urge because he is driving, and I'll more then likely cause am accident. And not that type of accident, you dirty minded perverts.

"It's hard, Harry."

"Why? Why is it hard? Make Me understand why it's so hard to accept the fact that you're incredibly beautiful?"

I swallowed the saliva that was building up in my mouth, then licked my dry lips. How am I suppose to answer this? I know I'm not beautiful, but he makes me think otherwise. There are many other girls out there who are more beautiful, pretty, funny, kind, and smarter then me.

Fuck them, Alice. Who cares about those girls? Because I certainly don't. You aren't even capable of being compared to those girls because I already know that you'd beat their asses senseless. There's no other girl I would want to be with, then you.