Dreaming With A Broken Heart - (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 12

"He said what?" Katherine asks on the other side of the bathroom stall.

    "He said he loves me," I reply, flushing the toilet and opening the stall door.

    "Really? That's so great!" she returns, doing a little happy dance. I walk over to the sink, smiling at my friend as I wash my hands. "What did you say?"

    I turn the water faucet off and dry my hands with the hand towels, "I just kissed him. I didn't know what else to do."

    "You didn't say it back?"

    "No," I answer, shaking my head.

    "Why not?"

    "I mean, I wanted to but it just wouldn't come out." The bathroom door opens and two scantily clad blondes walk in, giving Katherine and I deadly glares. "We can talk about this later. Let's go, Kat."

    Katherine and I leave the bathroom and head over to where the boys are waiting. "Ready to go?" Niall asks, taking Katherine's hand in his.

    "Yep," she replies, kissing him on the cheek.

    Harry puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me to the door. "Are you okay?" he whispers into my ear.

    I nod and give him a quick smile before sliding into the limo that awaited us.

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    I open my eyes and focus them on the clock on the wall. It reads 9:23. I run a hand through my hair and shake out the tangles before throwing my hair into a ponytail. Climbing out of the bed, I run to the closet and pull out one of Harry's white tee shirts and throw it on over my tank top. I walk into the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water and chug it down before walking to the guest bedroom of Harry's flat. I stand in the doorway and peer into it,  watching as Harry gives a slight cough and continues to sleep. I walk over and climb into the large bed and snuggle up next to the curly haired boy. His eyes flutter open and I see his dimples form on his cheeks as he gives me a smile. "Good morning, love," Harry whispers and kisses me on the forehead.

    "Good morning," I smile back, placing my head against his chest, feeling it move up and down as he breaths.

    "Did you sleep well?"

    "As a matter of fact, I did."

    "I'm glad. So, I have a gift for you. I kind of forgot about it last night and when I remembered, you had already fallen asleep."

    "You got me a gift? What is it?" I ask, curiously. He moves away from my grasp and turns towards his bedside table, opening the drawer. I watch as he pulls a rectangular box from it and hands it to me. I open the box and look inside. "Plane tickets?"

    "Yeah, I thought you could use some family time. Your aunt messaged me a few days ago and invited us to Thanksgiving dinner."

    "My aunt?"

    "Yeah, Lori Anne."

    "So we're going to Atlanta?"

    "Well, we're actually flying to Jacksonville where you're mom will pick us up and we'll stay there for a week before traveling up to Atlanta for Thanksgiving."

    "Seriously? When did you have time to plan all of this?" I ask with a big, goofy grin plastered on my face.

    Harry opens his mouth to  answer, but his phone begins to ring. He retrieves his iPhone from his bedside table and answers it. "Hello? WHAT?!" Alarmed, I look up at him. "Are you serious? No way. Yeah, come on over. Victoria's here. No, it's fine, come on over. Okay, see you soon."