You'll Never Know

Chapter 7

** Nahleen's point of view **

"Okay" I said "because we were never actually dating or anything and it's not like you were commited to me. Because you didn't mean to go on a date with me, making me the happiest I've ever been, and then leave me hanging. Because you didn't mean to let me sit on my bed staring at my phone waiting for you to call. Then when I got a text, I got so excited, thinking it might be you but it was only Natalie. Then when I was finally over you I was watching TV to see you and Emily kissing. Making all those emotions come flooding back to me. For making me think I wasn't just another girl on your list. I know you didn't mean that"

And before I knew what was happening, Harry had pulled me into a hug. Harry was taller than me so the side of my head rested on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat. Which sounds kind of lame but honestly I could hear his heartbeat. It was slow and even.

I felt like our little 'embrace' you can call it was too short lived. But it was me who pulled back. We were now standing, facing eachother.

"Start over?" Harry shrugged and said as if it was no big deal. But it was a big deal. Right? Okay I'm over dramatic so to me, yes it was a big deal.

"Harry we can't just start over..." I replied.

"Yes we can" he said.

And I have no idea why I said it but my reply was simply "Okay".

And then I awkwardly asked "What are you doing tonight?"

Harry's eyebrow raised. As if he was almost confused.

"Nahleen it's nine o' clock now. There's not much to do" he said.

"My Mom isn't home you can stay the night" I blurted out. I slapped my hand over my mouth. I need to stop saying whatever pops into my head without thinking. It's just what happens when I'm nervous. Why the hell, out of all the things, why did you say that? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Now Harry was very confused. I could tell.

"Nahleen? What? Moments ago I swear you hated me. And now you want me to stay the night... Are you okay? Feeling well? You're not dizzy or anything? 'Cause sometimes I get like that" Harry said. And I instantly thought it was cute that he was worried about me. And then erased that thought from my mind.

"I'm fine. Sorry I didn't mean that. I'm just nervous..."

"I'll stay the night"

"What"

"I'll stay the night"

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah"

"You can't do that"

"Why not?"

"You're not in New York to stay over at some girl's house for the night... What will people think?"

"Relax. Nahleen. I'll sleep on the couch. I've wasted so much time already with you... You don't have school tomorrow. I'm not doing anything tomorrow besides an interview at 6 pm. I can sneak back into my hotel by 10 am tomorrow"

"You're being serious about this"

"Yeah"

"Okay. Sleep on the couch. But I don't have any clothes for you"

"That's alright" Harry shrugged "I just sleep in my boxers anyway"

I rolled my eyes.

"Okay Harry"

"Okay Nahleen"

"Okay"

"Okay"

Okay.

Okay. Harry. In my house. One night. Why? I'm not a hundred percent sure. But anyways after tonight it will be over. No. Actually it probably won't.



***

I pulled open the closet door revealing tons of blankets and pillows. I pulled out as many as my weak arms could carry.

Harry was sitting on the couch. Watching me do his dirty work. Why am I doing this again? Oh yeah... 'cause it's Harry.

I threw the mess of blankets, sheets, and pillows at him. Causing him to stumble back in his seat.

"Hey!" he said in his annoyingly cute British accent. I laughed to myself.

"Here sorry, here you have a free throw at me" I said as I stood straight, closed my eyes, and held my arms close to my chest.

"You're adorable" Harry said. I decided to ignore this comment. I still had my eyes closed.

"Hurry up" I said.

"Okay.... 3..."

I tightened the grip on my arms.

"2..."

I squinted my eyes shut harder.

About ten seconds later he still hadn't said '1'.

And suddenly I could feel his hot breath on my forehead. My breathing became quicker and my heart sped up. What the hell was he doing? I took a step back.

"Harry... are you ever going to say one?" I asked. I opened one eye. Of course Harry was standing directly in front of me.

I slowly backed up and turned back to the cabinet to grab more pillows and blankets. It scared me being that close. That close to what I thought was going to happen. If I had stood there much longer Harry would've kissed me. I might be crazy but I'm sure.

***

Once Harry and I had created him a makeshift bed for him I made hot chocolate and tea. Hot chocolate for myself and tea for the one and only Harry. We sat down on the extremely comfortable mound of pillows and balnkets.

"Why aren't you having tea?" he asked me as if it was an unspoken rule to only have tea. Maybe it was.

"Why aren't you having hot chocolate?" I replied. Harry snickered.

"Okay I don't like tea" I said. Harry looked at me shocked.

"Now that you know my big secret," I said as Harry rolled his eyes, "tell me about you. Something I don't know."

"You know everything about me darling" Harry joked and I shuddered when he called me darling. I jokingly hit him in the shoulder.

Harry thought for a moment.

"Okay well... I've never actually been in love. I've thought I've been inlove many times but I've never actually believed it." Harry stated. To be honest I was surprised by his answer I thought he would say something such as 'I really like cucumbers' but he said an honest, heartfelt answer.

And for some reason it gave me a shock of relief to know he'd never been inlove. And I'm not sure completely why it would bug me in the first place to know he had been inlove.

I giggled and threw a pillow at him.

***

After two hours of just talking about our childhood stories, families, our Christmas traditions and our favorite songs I decided I was tired. Harry could tell.

"Your eyes keep closing Nahleen, go to sleep" Harry said.

I mentally hit myself for letting myself doze off.

I felt too tired to even stand at the moment.

Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me up. I trailed behind him up the stairs with my arm still in his large hand. My eyes were barely open now. He led me into my room.

Thankfully I had enough energy to get on my bed. Or else that could have been very awkward.

But Harry did pull my covers over top of me though. I was barely awake when I whispered,

"Don't leave before I wake up".

"I won't" I heard him say.

And before he left my room he put his hand on top of mine and it stayed there for a few seconds before he left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

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