Instant | Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 24

We began to walk back to the tour bus, not his car this time and I knew what was coming and I was dreading it so much. I don't know how he copes with it. If I was famous it would be what I hated the most, having my private life invaded all the time, but I suppose if we were going to give this a shot, I would have to put up with it.

I grabbed Harry's hand, shocking not only him but myself.

'You ok?' he spoke, softly.

'Yeah, I just really don't like the paparazzi, they make me nervous' I mumbled.

'Don't worry'

Harry always seemed to make me feel safe and comfortable even if I couldn't stand him. It was one of the qualities I had found extremely attractive about him when I first met him. I felt very nervous, by not only the paparazzi but by the possibility of meeting the rest of the band. What they must have thought of me, I had been an absolute bitch to Harry, yet he carried on chasing me and trying to me win me over, I had made a fool out of him yet he never gave up.

I was falling for Harry hard and fast and I hardly even knew him.

We made it to the bus without being blinded by the flashes and deafened by the screams. The bus was pretty spacious compared to how I had imagined it in my head. It was like a mini house, with beds, a toilet and even a kitchen.

We walked through the bunk beds and into the lounge area of the bus, where my stomach dropped and my palms became extremely sweaty. A million thoughts poured into my head as the rest of the band looked at me. My heart started racing, I had never been this worried in my life, I felt like I was being framed for murdering someone.

'Guys, this is Samantha' Harry spoke, pointing to me.

'And, Samantha this is Louis, Liam, Zayn and Niall' he spoke as each of the boys smile and wave at me.

'So this is the famous Samantha then' Louis laughs.

'So it wasn't just Niall you told' I giggled.

'Sorry' he laughed.

I began to loosen up as I realised they were not going to judge me, well at least not to my face anyway. Maybe he had one told Niall the full story. Either way I felt a lot calmer about the situation.

'So what exactly has he told you?'

'Just that he met you at our concert, and you guys ended up in hospital and that he took you on a date, but he spared us the details don't worry' Liam spoke.

I smiled, Harry really was a gentleman. I thought he would have told them how much of a bitch I had been but he made me look good. He must have really liked me then because if it had been reversed I would have been slagging him off left right and centre.

We continued chatting for the rest of the journey to the hotel. The guys were really lovely and they made me feel a lot calmer and less nervous than I had first felt, until my mind began to drift off. I started thinking about tonight and sharing a hotel room with Harry. I hardly knew him, so was sharing a room with him completely wise. What would he think of me without my make up on. Thousands of worries and questions flooded my mind and once again I began to panic. I was really overthinking the whole situation and getting myself into a state. It would all be fine I just needed to calm down. Suddenly Harry pulled me to one side.

'Hey, are you ok?' he asked.

'That is the second time you have asked me that' I giggled.

'I know but you have looked very nervous and worried'

'I am to tell the truth'

'Why' he chuckled.

'Because, I was worried the boys were going to hate me, because I thought you would have told them how much of a bitch I was to you, but you haven't'

'I know I haven't, I wanted them to see what you were really like when you are not a bitch so I only told them the good stuff'

'Oh so what am I like when I am not being a bitch'

'I don't know yet' he laughed.

'Dick' I laughed, as he pulled me into his arms.

Harry's hugs were fast becoming my favourite thing ever.

'Get off me' I laughed, as I began to wriggle out of his touch.

'Make me'

He pulled me in tighter, making me wriggle and squirm even more out of his touch. He really knew how to make me feel better without even trying and all the worry and doubt in my mind had faded away. I began to tickle him until he released me from his grip.

'Fine, fine you win' he laughed.

I suddenly felt myself just standing in admiration for him. He was such a caring person and I really had mis judged him and it kept making me feel worse and worse. I could have stood staring at him all day, but I probably would have creeped him out.

'Tomorrow I am going to take you out on a proper date, not like that disaster of a dinner'

'What' I spoke.

'I am taking you out, not arguments'

'Fine'

Suddenly my stomach flipped with excitement. I had never had this feeling before.

Shit. What was Harry Styles doing to me.