You, Me And Him (Harry Styles)

bye to the old, hello to the new (PART 31)

I sat there, looking around in my little room. I really did not wanna stay at the boys flat, but something told me it was the only thing I could do right now. Maybe I should tell Harry, so he knows. Or maybe I was so lucky that he had already left.

I sat there with the lovely thought if being alone, which was what I wanted the most, but then I heard a knock on my door. I looked up at the clock I had on my wall, and realized I had been here for what seemed like forever. There had been going at least 30-40 minutes. The knocking kept going on, so I couldn't just ignore it. I knew it was Harry, I just wanted to pretend I had escaped through the window. But I couldn't. He wouldn't believe I wasn't there, so I gave up. I walked over to the door, as slowly as possible, and opened the door.

I saw Harry standing there. He had flowers and chocolate. Did he really buy me that? Weird...

I stared at him for a while, and his smile faded.

"I bought you.. This.." he said, and held out the flowers for me.

I just took them, and thanked him. He really believed it would make it better...

"can we talk like adults now?" he asked me. I didn't feel like talking at all. I just wanted to get my stuff packed so I could go to his flat.

"sure.. But I need to pack" I said, avoiding his eyes.

"pack? Why?" he asked confused. Didn't my mum say that it was ok with the boys to have me living there with them?

"didn't mum tell you I had to stay at your flat?!" I said.

"no.. But that's an awesome idea!" he said, gladly.

I found my red suitcase, and started ripping clothes off the wardrobe. I threw it down as quickly as possible and I think it took a half an hour for me to get it all packed. And now I was ready to go. Saying goodbye to my old house was weird. I had all my memories from I was little. All the memories with dad... I remembered I had to get some pictures of dad with me. It helped me through so many things to see him. I opened the little book with all the 'dad' pictures in it, and took them all. I hid them in my wallace, so I could see him when I wanted to.

"okay, I think I'm ready now." I said, looking down at my fully packed suitcase, which Harry seemed troubled with getting into the car. It looked hilarious, so I decided not to help him out.

"GET... IN... THE... FREAKING CAR!" I heard him yelling at the suitcase.

That caused me to laugh so badly. He stared at me, and began laughing too. These were the moments I loved to have with him. There was just so many of the bad ones too...

At the end he did get it into the car. Under deep breaths, he managed to say

"that was easy... No problem..." still sounding troubled with catching his breath, he laughed again.

"that's good. It didn't look hard to get in either. Easy-peasy" I said, ironically and laughed too.

We got into the car and drove. There was very silent, and it was like this during the whole trip. I could feel that he sometimes looked at me, perhaps to see if I was looking at him too. I still felt pretty upset about the whole thing, and I think he could feel that. He laid his hand on my shoulder and asked me

"are you okay?" with a worried touch in his voice.

I didn't really know what I was supposed to answer, so I didn't answer at all. The car stood still, and I realized we were already at the boys house. The trip had gone so fast. Faster than I remembered it did before. I could still feel his eyes on me. He was still waiting for my answer. What should I say? I didn't know if I was okay.

"I don't know..." I said. Turning my head to face his, and I could see he looked sorry. Was he still sorry for the thing before?

"I know we might fight sometimes, but that doesn't mean I don't love you anymore." he said.

I just nodded and tried to smile which seemed impossible. My face seemed so stiff, like if I had never been used to smile before. He got out of the car, and opened the door for me. Slowly I moved out of it. He took my hand, kissed it, and said to me

"I love you. Just don't be sad. I don't want to see you hurt, or see you cry" he said, and kissed my forehead, just like you see in those love movies. He could really be a good boyfriend when he wanted to.

"I love you too" I said, now feeling a bit better.