Trust Me (A Harry Styles Fan-Fic)

Chapter 16

Bethany's POV

Her face was completely mesmerized by his. The only thing that could snap her away from her thoughts was when I coughed awkwardly, earning weird stares from the both of them. Harry's was more curious, but her's was not a very happy look. Obviously she wasn't happy that I interupted her day dream, but quite frankly I was hungry, and I came here to eat- not to watch some girl gawk over Harry.

He didn't even notice she was looking at him the way she was, or if he did he was very good at hiding it. He gave her a polite smile before she finally gave me her full attention. She pulled out her pad and pen before pushing her head downwards, indicated for me to talk. I felt one of my eyebrows raise and heard Harry chuckle a bit.

"I'd like the chocolate chip pancake platter with bacon on the side. A cup of water and OJ on the side please. And make it quick, we have things to do today." I snap at the girl, obviously taking her back by surprise. Her shoulders slumped and her hand started to shake as she wrote the order down and turned to Harry who ordered some egg thing.

When she left, she scurried off into the kitchen, returning only a minute later with our drinks. I'm pretty sure she bowed to me before she ran away from the table. I swear the laugh that errupted from Harry's mouth was the most beautiful sound that had ever sounded on the planet. I looked over at him with a curious face, hoping he'd elaborate on what was so funny.

"You terrified her!" He practically bellowed before slapping his hand down on the table and bending over.

His mouth was wide open as the loud cackles erupted from inside his body. He was shaking from laughing so hard and his face was turning red due to the lack of oxygen he was in-taking. He was painstakingly beautiful as he let out laughs and the sight of him wouldn't allow me to laugh. I couldn't do anything but stare at him. I want to remember this moment. I want to remember the way his eyes had giant crinkles by his eyes and the way his smile would go so big, the dimples in his cheeks would indent so far it would seem like they would almost touch. The sound was glorious, and all I wanted was for it to play on repeat forever.

His laughter had stopped all too soon for my liking. His breathing had become normal, the redness in his face died down. He was simply staring at me with a small smile that seemed to be plastered on his face. It made a soft smile make its way onto my face.

"I hope the food is done soon, I'm starved." He says, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Yea, it's really late. I'm surprised we slept so long." I admit before taking a sip of my water.

"Maybe you'll join me tonight? Was gonna go out with a few friends I think. Great lads, really." It's cute how he tries to convince me to go with him by telling me how great his friends are.

"Hmm I don't know. You're going to have to convince me." I give him a knowing smirk, making him shift in his seat a bit.

"Maybe I can take you out to dinner first? A lovely dinner, just the two of us at a restaurant on the beach?" He gives me a giant smile, raising his eyebrows at me.

"Hmm why Mr. Styles, are you asking me on a proper date?" My voice is laced in amusement. Harry's face turns a bright reddish color, obviously showing he's slightly embarrassed.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but yes." His words come out as breathless, making my heart pound at his small confession.

"I thought you didn't date." I argue with him.

"I told you, I will change." He takes a deep breath before continuing. "For you."

His face has just as much shock as mine does. Harry asking a girl out seems almost not natural. He said he didn't do dates. He just fucked for the fun of it and left. He didn't want strings or connections. He didn't want to have to worry about someone else. He said it was too much pressure worrying about himself. All these thoughts run through my head as I think about the confessions he told me on the roof that day.

"It's my motivation to wait for you."

Had he really just said that? Had he really assumed it was okay to just wait like that for me? It could be months, hell even years till I was ready to settle down with a new guy. He was crazy. Harry Styles could never make it that long without sex. It wasn't possible.

"Harry..." I drift off, but he interrupts me.

"No, I'm serious. There is something about you that intrigues me. Maybe it's the way you didn't put up with my bullshit comments when we first me, or how you didn't chase after me. I don't know. You make me wanna chase after you. It's refreshing."

"You don't seem like the guy that is into the dating stuff."

"And usually I'm not. I hate dating. I hate having to worry about other people. Although I sound like an ass, you have to see where I'm coming from." I sigh, not understand what he means.

"Where are you coming from?"

"This fame thing, it gets... Hard. It's hard enough worrying about myself and my personal life, but just knowing that something could happen to a person I care about would drive me crazy."

"Than why bother with me?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. He's obviously thinking. You can see all the thoughts running through his heads. I watch him waiting for a response.

"I told you. You're different. You're not some easy girl. You're worth it."

I stared at him for a bit longer. I still didn't know what to say. I was too busy thinking about everything that had happened before that I hadn't even answered his question.

When he grabbed my hand, he completely pulled me out of my thoughts.

"So will you join me tonight?" He murmurs.

"You'll take me on a real date first?"

"For you, anything."

My heart seems to skip a beat. My stomach starts to churn. The smile that makes its way onto my face is pretty much glued there. I don't think anything could make it fall. It just seems to stay there the entire time I sit across the table from him.

"Then yes. I guess we can hang out tonight."

He takes my hand and brings it up to his lips. The simple action makes sparks ignite throughout my body.

There's one thing that continued to play through my mind as we sat and ate our late breakfast. Sure we continued to have a conversation the entire time, but my mind kept drifting back to the one thing that made me absolutely sure that going on this date tonight was a good idea.

He was a good distraction. Not that I would be using him, he just simply kept my mind off things. He didn't even have to try and my mind would only keep images of him in it.

It seemed as if it had been weeks since I had gotten that letter but it has only been one night. He consumed me. He completely took over my mind. Nothing in the world could get him out of my head.

My thoughts of Chace seemed to be disintegrating. My thoughts of Harry seeming to expand.

His personality was something I had to get used to, but it was refreshing. It was thirst quenching. After the mess with Chace, the only thing that seems to keep him off my mind is Harry.