Harry Fanfic- The Story of Us.

Chapter Eight

CHAPTER EIGHT:

Once I stopped giggling I hopped into the shower, I washed my hair as quick as I could and got out. For a moment I just stood and looked at myself in the mirror, I sighed to myself because no matter what I never liked the person staring back at me, I felt like she was ugly, mean, empty, useless and  that no one could see me as anything other than just a girl, they couldn't see underneath the smile I pasted on my face. I wished more than anything else that I could stare into the mirror and smile, because I was exactly who I wanted to be, I hoped that day was soon as feeling like this became exhausting. Anyway I quickly towel dried my hair, as always it was sort of straight but not perfect, however it would do for now. Next I chucked on some clothes, just some jeans and a hoodie nothing too impressive, I was in a rush though so I didn't really care. I pulled out my make up bag, I went for a natural look, I sighed again at the person in the mirror, I never really felt like she was me, she was a stranger that I didn't understand. Eventually I snapped out of my deep thought and unlocked the bathroom door, I ran down the hall to grab my bag and go.

'Where are you going?' A voice asked, I almost screamed since I hadn't realised there was someone there, so I span around quickly but it was only Harry, he kept popping up everywhere this morning.

'Oh gosh, you scared me! I've got to go home, my Mum will be going crazy wondering where I am, I forgot to text her last night' I muttered frantically, trying to shove things in my bag.

'Don't worry, I text her on your phone last night after you fell asleep, have a look' he said casually, I was shocked so I quickly grabbed my phone, and there it was a text to her to say I was staying over, I was both relieved and confused.

'Wow, how did you know?' I questioned, there was tension in the air between me and Harry, that maybe lingered from yesterday. I mean yesterday I was crying on his shoulder and today I was struggling to hold a converstaion with him. 

'Umm, I hadn't seen you text since you got here and um you didn't have any pajamas. And I didn't want to wake you up about it' there was a pause for while, I knew he wasn't finished so I just waited, 'I didn't want you to go...' He almost whispered, this time I didn't panic, I wasn't scared, I just stared back at him calmly. Then I went over to him and sat down looking at him again, I laid my hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

'I didn't want to go anyway' I smiled, he look softly back at me, although the room was completely silent it wasn't awkward.

'You are insane, confusing and I just can't figure you out, but some how it doesn't matter, because all I want to do is sit here and talk about everything to you, even though I don't know the first thing about you' his voice was low and difficult to hear, but what he just said meant everything to me. I didn't know what to say or do, so I gently kissed his cheek.

'See you later Mr Styles' I said casually as I got up off the sofa and made my way to door.

'Wait, can I ask you something?' He asked, I bit my lip nervously and nodded my head, 'Oh um so basically, ugh I'm so bad at this. I was um wondering whether I could take you out for dinner?'

'Like a date?' I replied, putting my head to one side cutely, and giving him a questioning look.

'Uh yeah, like a date' he answered, he was obviously nervous I guessed it was because he thought I might turn him down.

'Text me the details' I winked and shut the door behind me, leaving him grinning and watching me from the window. He was hooked.