Cait's POV.
"Harry can you stop, please?" I pant. I was sweating, salivating and finding it hard to breathe.
"Come on, keep up." He offers me his hand.
I roll my eyes but take it as he pulls me up.
"Why did I suggest we hike up here?"
He smiles. "For that." He points.
I turn around and look out, we were behind the Hollywood sign and were able to see the whole of Los Angeles.
"Wow." I whisper.
Harry sits down and pulls me limply on to his lap. He wraps his arms around my waist and leans his head on my shoulder.
"It's so quiet up here."
I hum in agreement. We hadn't met many people on our way up, most people didn't look at us, I mean who expects to pass Harry Styles on their way up here on a sunday afternoon?
"Can I stay here forever?" I take another photo of the view.
"I wish." He replies slowly rocking us side to side.
"We'd get hungry." I joke.
"And thirsty."
"And smelly."
"We leave a day after tomorrow."
I sigh. "Thanks for reminding me."
"Are you still staying with me in London or..?"
I shrug. "I have no plans or any idea what I'm doing. I want my own place, but I need a job to afford that. I'm not going back to Louis', and I don't know if I want to go to mum's."
"Even if you don't go on tour, you can stay at my place."
"Really?"
He nods. "Of course, you're always welcome. You have your own room, and I can give you a set of keys."
"I feel like I'm moving in with you." I joke.
"You can if you want to."
I give him a 'are you kidding me?' look.
"..Until at least, you have your own place."
"Let's just.. Enjoy LA for now?"
"No problem." He snuggles into me again, his arms secure around my waist as he kisses my temple. "I really like you Cait."
"I really like you too Harry." I reply quietly.
- - - - - - -
Harry had gone out with friends so I stayed at his place reading, eating pizza and listening to a movie.
He had practically begged me to join him but I resisted. He'd spent most of his time here with me, it was his time to be with his friends and do what he wanted to do in LA without me here.
I'd just gotten to a good part of my book when I felt my phone vibrate. I rolled my eyes expecting it to be a text from Harry asking me again to join him.
Unknown.
I frowned, unknown?
Unknown: Hi it's Matty. You gave me your number the other night x
Me: Hi Matty.☺️
Matty: How are you? x
Me: I'm great thanks, I leave LA soon 😢
Matty: That sucks.👎 Will you be in London then?
Me: Yeah ☺️
Matty: Me too for a little while, we should hang out x
Me: Sure!
Matty: Let me know when you're in London and we'll arrange something x
Me: Of course ☺️
I didn't know how to feel about hanging out with Matty. Harry and I have a good thing at the moment, we've got a bond, a connection.
We both like each other, we've established that. But we're not together, together.
What would Louis say? Could we be together? What would that do to the band? Why was I having all of these thoughts? What about Leah? Harry says they aren't together but what if he's just saying that?
My breathing starts picking up, and I find myself beginning to panic, too many thoughts at one time. My heart races and my hands shake. I run to the balcony door and quickly open it panting as I take in the fresh air. I hold onto the side trying to steady my breathing.
Why the hell did I just have a panic attack?
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Lumière // h.s
Fanfic"I never knew I was living in such darkness until you came into my life and lit it up."
