BE MY ONLY // Harry Styles

Only Us

Enjoy and please let me know what you think will happen in the next chapter! - Allie.

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Thea couldn't recall how many times she'd driven down this same road. Every journey back home or to London on this road was tied to a different emotion and memory. The last time she'd headed home alone, she had been worried. She'd worried about the damage of the storm, about her house, about her father and Marcy, and about the last place that she and Harry had called "ours", which, sadly, had failed to survive. Then came the last time she'd left home alone, she had been sad. Even the upbeat songs on the radio couldn't drown out the stressful thoughts about him, about their unexpected reunion by the treehouse, about how she might never get to see him again.

This time, however, as she came home for her best friends' wedding, she felt nothing but joy. She sang to her favorite songs for half of the drive and enjoyed the silence of her own company for the other half. Would this last? Would she still feel joy when she returned to London on this same road? She didn't know. But she wouldn't let doubt stop her from enjoying the present.

Despite how many times her father, Harry, and even Isaac had warned her about driving alone through the night in a car that broke down whenever it felt like it, she never listened. Here she was, leaving London when it was pitch dark just so she could make it home before dawn. Driving had always been her guilty pleasure even though she wasn't good at it. There was something so therapeutic about being behind the wheel that put her at ease, especially when it was dark outside and the roads were empty. She felt like a spy going on a mission, a thief fleeing in the night, or a loner exploring the world.

But when 'Don't Keep Driving' came on, she instantly thought of Harry. She wondered what he could be doing now. He must be in bed, resting for another long shooting day, or stressing out about their fight before she'd left London. It wasn't anything serious, just him telling her to wait until morning to go, and her doing the exact opposite which drove him mad. She hadn't replied to his fifteen text messages, but she would, when she arrived home. She would apologize and he would forgive her, because once he realized it wasn't as dangerous as he'd thought it would be, he wouldn't stress out about it so much if (when) she did it again one day.

She was reckless, some would say, but she wasn't crazy. She'd made sure to text her dad before she left London. His reaction had been the same as Harry's, but she'd ignored it and sent him another text when she arrived in Holmes Chapel. By the time she took a turn into her street, the sun had just come up. Her father hadn't replied to her second message, so she'd thought he was still sleeping. It came as a big surprise for her, that not only he was waiting for her in the driveway, but her two best friends were also there.

The girls almost tackled Thea over with the tightest hug. "We've been waiting all night!" said Celine as she grabbed her face and showered it with kisses until she was shoved off. But Amala was quick to take her place, squeezing all the air out of the maid-of-honor.

"Are you guys getting married or am I?" Thea joked. It was only when Bradford walked over that the girls let her go and stepped aside.

Almost lifting her feet off the ground with that strong grip, the man kissed her head a few times and asked her if she was tired. She said she was, and just as expected, his concern turned into a life lesson. She rolled her eyes and told him he was overprotective, but also made a promise to never do that again. Both of them knew it was just another one she would break unapologetically, sooner or later.

Her stepmother Marcy was visiting a friend this week, so it was going to be just her and her dad at home. Their relationship had improved tremendously since last year, but she wasn't comfortable sharing every detail of her life with him yet. He had been upset to have found out about her and Harry from Anne. Now that the girls were here, he didn't get a chance to have a proper conversation with her, but she knew he would bring up the topic as soon as they were alone. Anyway, she was ready to talk, whenever he was ready to listen.