Black Ink [Harry Styles]

Chapter 31

Harry

Shit! I just used the L word! Why the fuck did I say that.

I didn't say "I love you" but I did say that the photographers are joining a long line of people who have fallen in love with Nessa. Does she think I am one of them?

I can't love her, can I? We just started dating.

Fuck! Why did I just throw that into conversation? and I think she picked up on it, she tried to laugh it off, but I could hear the surprise in her voice.

And then I panicked which resulted in a moment of awkward silence. Shit, I need to chill.

The three-hour car journey from London to my mom's village Holmes Chapel was torture. All I could think about the entire time, when I should have been concentrating on driving, was Nessa last night. In various degrees of nudity and her hedonistic moans. It should be a rule of the road, no long car journeys after nights of passion with a beautiful woman or man.

Luckily, I arrived safely a while ago and have spent the afternoon, relaxing and hanging with my mom. I told her about Nessa, well I told her the PG version and that we are officially dating. Nessa was obviously a huge hit with Gemma and my mom when they met, so she is over the moon and I am sure the first chance she gets she will phone my sister and tell her.

Its great seeing my mom, and relaxing to be out of the city, except when I fuck it up and try confess my love to someone, I have been dating for twenty-four hours. Okay so it wasn't that bad, but still.

"Harry love! Are you done on the phone with Nessa? You still okay to drive me into the village to pick up a few things" my mom calls from the other room.

"Sure mom" I shout back, walking towards the front door and grabbing my car keys.

The last few days with my mom have been great. I have spent my time napping, eating and visiting family and friends. But I am so excited to see Nessa.

She hasn't replied to my messages this morning telling her I am on my way back to London; she is probably working.

I arrive back in London late afternoon, and I decide to head straight over to Nessa. I pull into a side street near her apartment and park my car. I grab the bag I took to my mom's out the back, it's got a change of clothes in it, I am craving Nessa and I really hope I can stay over tonight. I notice the photographers seem to have gone as I climb the rickety stairs to her front door and knock a few times.

I wait a while and knock again a little louder. I am starting to get worried now, she didn't answer my messages. I am about to call her or rush down stairs to the studio, when I hear a rustling and the door being unlocked.

I am met by Nessa, but something isn't right.

She is pale, with a red nose and chapped lips. She is wearing a crazy pair of pink fleece pyjamas and a huge bathrobe.

She looks half asleep and is carrying around a box of tissues, but greets me with a small smile.

"Hi Harry" she offers and I can hear she is congested. She turns around and I follow her into the house.

"I was worried when you didn't rely to my messages. Are you sick babe?" I ask.

She nods sadly "I have the flu and I feel terrible Harry. I woke up in the middle of the night with a fever. I went to the doctor first thing this morning and she prescribed some medicine. Sorry I didn't reply, I just woke up"

I walk up to her and hug her small frame "Baby. You should have told me. But I am here to make sure you get better".

"Harry, you don't have to do that, I will be okay" she attempts to argue.