Fight Me ||Zayn Malik au

Chapter Twelve

Heather's POV
I don't think I have ever gotten ready so quickly in my entire life. Usually it takes me a solid hour and a half to make myself look presentable, my usual homeless look was just not going to cut it today for this date. After leaving Sydney's flat I had run all the way back to my dad's, Louis had offered to drive me but I thought that would be weird to be in a car with him alone even if it was only for a few minutes. By the time I made it back it was five past two and Harry would be here to pick me up at ten to three.

It's now three forty eight and I look pretty fantastic if I do say so myself. I had let my hair air dry after a quick shower and it hung in loose waves over my shoulders and down my back a little. I tossed a tan and black zig-zagged cardigan over a plain black tank top and figured I looked casual yet nice enough to not look like a slob. Even if I wasn't sure about my feelings for Harry I still wanted him to see that I was trying to.

Plus I need the confidence boost of my favorite outfit so I can deal with Zayn and his too pretty girlfriend tonight. I know that Zayn had warned me away from Harry but he is my friend, I can't just stop talking to him cause some asshole has issues. There is a knock on my front door and I thank God my dad isn't home and my brother isn't back yet so I don't have to go through the family introductions right now. I wonder what Harry's family is like.

One more glance in the mirror, a quick swipe of chap-stick and I am running to the door to let Harry in. I check the peephole on our door, paranoia but this is New York, and I let out a small giggle when there is a green eye staring back at me. I swing open the door, trying to pull on my black ballet flats at the same time and Harry just laughs at my struggle. He looks nice tonight; his usual tight, black pants are switched out for relaxed blue jeans and he is tugging at the collar of the blue polo long sleeve he is wearing. I can tell he made an effort to look nice tonight and I breathe out a sigh of relief that I wouldn't be over dressed. I grabbed my purse and keys from the small night stand next to the door and Harry held the door open for me.

"You look beautiful," Harry blurted, his cheeks painted red at his confession and I just giggle before thanking him and returning the compliment, which only made him blush worse. We set off walking, the campus is relatively small and the bowling alley isn't too far but if we are supposed to meet them there at three we are going to be late.

"Um, Harry?" He turns his attention from the sidewalk to my face and laces his fingers in between mine shyly, quirking his eyebrows up in acknowledgment.

"Are we meeting them at three?"
Harry blushes again and squeezes my hand a little, "Well, after this morning with Zayn I felt like a complete arse for asking you to spend more time with him so I told them no and thought we could go for a walk since it's the last nice day it seems." I suppose this is a pretty nice day, considering it is nearly November and it is roughly sixty degrees. A cool breeze cuts through my cardigan a little and I snuggle into Harry a little. He looks a little conflicted before choosing to wrap his arm around me to keep me warm. The commons are starting to look bare, no students out for strolls but us and the trees are close to empty. I grinned at one of the particular trees before taking off towards it, leaving Harry to watch after me with curious eyes.

"This is my favorite tree!" I shout, grabbing onto the trunk and hoisting myself up a couple of feet and swinging my leg over a lower branch. I find my footing and move to sit on the broad branch and Harry wanders under me. He is watching me with an amused smile, I pat the spot next to me on the branch, asking him to come up but he just shakes his head.

"I don't much care for heights," I laugh at his little accent in the way he says 'much' he drawls the word out really long with his slow and low speech. Then I burst out laughing at what he had just said. Harry just looks up at me, hopefully not with anger or hurt from me laughing at his fear.