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Chapter 18

‘Do you want to go back to my place?’

Everyone’s all finished their dinner and were all going home, Harry and I haven’t talked much about the song or what it means but I’m okay with that, we were talking the whole time after he came off stage

‘I’m not sure if I’m drunk enough’ I joke, Harry chuckles and shakes his head, ‘I just wanted to talk to you that’s all’

Uh oh.

I hate when people say that, it just increases my anxiety.

‘Uh, yeah sure’ I say warily

 Everyone gives each other hugs and waves good bye, Harry and I are the first to leave, so there were some smirks and winks around the table

I feel myself blushing as we walk out of the bar and into Harry’s black Range Rover

My right hand leans against the centre console as Harry starts the car, once it’s up and running harry leans in the centre console, our arms are so close to touching, the hair on his arms are slightly tickling me, I’m about to move but Harry’s hand hovers over mine.

His fingers slide in between mine and he entwines our hands, my breath hitches in my throat for a second but I recover myself and focus on the moment.

I watch the houses and buildings go past in a blur of dark shadows and flashing lights, before I know it were outside Harry’s house.

We make our way in and I kick off my shoes at the front door, I’m about to walk into the lounge room but harry stops me, ‘we should go to my room’

I raise my eyebrows ‘are you trying to get me in your bed Styles?’

He chuckles and shakes his head ‘no, unless you want to’ I laugh and he continues to talk ‘I just wanted to talk to you in private and the boys will probably be out in the lounge room soon, I just want time to ourselves.’

‘Okay, lead the way’ he smiles and walks up the stairs, I’ve never actually been up these stairs all I know is all the bedrooms are up here.

Once we reach up the stairs Harry turns left and opens the first door. His room is surprisingly neat, on the left hand side of the room is a king sized bed pushed up against the wall with beautiful white cotton sheets, on the other side is a massive desk with various textbooks and music sheets sprawled over the desk and in the corner is a picture of his family framed.

I look at the walls and see various posters from bands and singers, it’s a lovely room.

He sits on the bed and pats the spot next to him, chuckling I plop myself down next to him ‘I really like your room’

He smiles ‘thankyou, yours is nicer though, mine’s not very personalised’

I laugh ‘I just put pictures up so I can convince myself I have somewhat a social life’

‘Doesn’t work?’ he chuckles

I shake my head ‘nah, I think I’ve accepted that. Although I have been going out a lot more thanks to you’

He smiles ‘I’m glad. Umm, I’m not sure how to say this but I really like you and…I want to give us a shot at being together’

I try not to smile but fail ‘I would like that’

Harry grins ‘so you’ll be my girlfriend?’

I laugh ‘yes Harry’

He smiles and I see his eyes flicker to my lips, I try to settle the butterflies in my stomach as he leans forward.

He leans his forehead against mine, were so close our noses are touching and I can feel his breath. I close my eyes and as soon as I do I feel a pair of soft lips up against mine kissing, I immediately kiss back, our lips moving slowly in sync.

As we pull away were both grinning from ear to ear ‘I’ve always wanted to do that’ harry says breathless

I smirk ‘you’ve thought about kissing me?’

‘Only all the time’

I smile

‘When you said in the song that you loved me, do you actually mean it? Because I don’t take that word lightly’

‘I love you as friend and as a person; I’m still trying to figure out if I’m in love with you’

I nod ‘I feel exactly the same way’