Little did I know that night with Harry would change my whole life upside down. If only I could remember what happened...
*HARRY STYLES FANFIC* (With a bit of Niall Horan too)
Set right before the release of Harry's album Fine Line.
As the waiter brings ut the food, I realise that I ordered something which does not look at all as what I thought I'd ordered. It looks like dog food, smells like dog food, and tastes.... well, at least it doesn't taste like dog food.
Harry notices my surprised face and laughs.
"You can have mine if you prefer. Or we can order something else."
"No, this is fine.", I lie.
He laughs again and shakes his head.
It feels so weird being with him. I want to take his hand, hug him or make one of those silly jokes we used to make all the time. But I also know I can't...
Should I bring up the past? Ask him about Niall, or if he's met someone new?
"How's Niall?", I ask, and instantly regret it. I don't want to spoil the evening. He looks up from his plate and I try to read his reaction but I can't figure out what's going on in his mind.
"Niall's fine."
He forces a smile and then turns his gaze back at his plate. Sh*t, I really did mess it up, didn't I?
"I know we already talked about this, but just in case, I want to do it again. I'm sorry, Harry. I know I shouldn't have done that."
"We all made mistakes."
Well, yeah, but I was an idiot. It's just so hard to be of the jealous kind. I can't help getting paranoid every time I feel threatened by someone, and honestly, I think I had my reasons. But that's something I'm NOT going to say.
"You're still friends?", I ask.
"Of course. He's like my brother."
I sigh in relief. Well, at least I didn't spoil EVERYTHING.
I drop my fork on the plate. This food is disgusting. I can't eat anymore.
"Have you spoken to him again?", he mumbles and then looks away as if he was ashamed.
Why is he so cute? I just feel like comforting him and telling him everything will be fine.
"No..."
I put my hand on top of his and prepare for him to remove it.
But he doesn't. He only moves it slightly and squeezes mine.
"I've missed you.", I whisper and look him in the eye.
He nods and starts caressing my hand with his thumb.
"Me too."
Why do I feel like crying suddenly? F*ck, Layla, get your sh*t together.
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"I'm happy you're doing so well.", I continue. He smiles and squeezes once more my hand. Then, he removes it to take a sip from his glass of wine. "So, tell me all about your new album."
"Fine Line?", I nod, so he goes on, "Have you listened to the three songs I've already put out?"
"Yes, and I love them. I think Adore You is my favourite, although they're all great."
"Really? Adore You?"
"Well, yeah, although I'd like to know why the hell you made that video."
Harry laughs and starts telling me all about how he got the idea of Eroda and the story for the video. I love the way his eyes sparkle when he talks about something he loves and how he laughs, pulls his hair back and plays with his rings...
"I haven't forgotten, you know.", he suddenly says.
"What?"
"The promise I made. I've got a really busy schedule these days, but I'm sure I can find a spot so I can show you my songs before they come out."
I blink surprised and open my eyes wide. I'd totally forgotten about that, and I guess I kind of thought it was never going to happen.
"Really?"
"Would you like that?", he asks, and I can see his face going a bit red.
"Of course, I'd love to. Just tell me when..."
Harry pulls his phone out of his pocket and spends a few minutes checking something. Then, he says, "I wish I had more time...."
"It's alright, I understand if you can't.", I whisper.
He smiles at me, but then says, "How about December 9th? I've only got an interview in the morning, but after that, we could go to the studio."
I take my phone out and pretend to be looking at something. Right now I'm working from home so I already know I don't have anything to do, but I can't look like I don't have any social life, so I pretend to check something.
"What time would that be?", I ask.
"How about after lunch? 4 pm?"
"That's fine for me."
"Great.", he smiles and I smile back. I'm actually really excited. He's really going to show me his songs before anyone else. Who would've told me?
"Wow, look at the time.", I say, checking my phone one last time before putting it back in my purse.
We've been here for three hours, even though it felt like three minutes.
We ask for the bill and Harry insists on paying, although I try to pay for my half. I don't like it when he does that. It reminds me of how poor I am next to him.
We walk back to his car and he takes me home. I really don't want this night to end, but I know it would be weird if I suggested doing something else, so I let him drive me home.
I get off the car and walk to my door. I turn back towards him right before getting inside my house and wave. He's staring at me in a weird way. He looks serious, somehow worried. What's he thinking? He dedicates me a half-smile and I close the door.
I lean on the door and shut my eyes. It's been so hard for me to be with him but only as friends.
"Layla? Is that you?", shouts Emma.
I can't answer her. My knees fail and I let myself slide to the floor, where I hide my face between my legs.
What am I feeling?
What do I want?
I miss him. I miss him so much.
I know he's trying to be friends, and I know he means it, but it's just so hard for me to go home and to be so lonely.
I miss him. I miss everything about him: his laugh, his voice, the way he speaks with no rush, his jokes, his perfectly sculpted jaw, the shape of his lips, his wit...
