SHE - HS

CHAPTER 24: Pancakes for Dinner

The ride home was pretty okay. For the most part, I stared out the window and prayed that I wouldn't fall asleep on him. I tried to keep myself away by humming a song that was stuck in my head.

"What song is that?" he asks me. I could feel his arm hit mine that was resting on the middle compartment. I turn to answer him, but when I do I see him holding the aux cord up. I scoff and grab it from him plugging my phone in and playing 'Pancakes for Dinner' by Lizzy McAlpine. I lay my head back on the seat for a second before opening them wide.

"Stop the car" I ordered harry.

"What?" he asks.

"Just pull over right there," I say pointing to the side of the road ahead of us. He does as I say and I just get out of the car. I turn around just as I get out.

"What are you doing?" I ask him as I see him giving me a confused look, but I could see it slowly turn into a look of concern. "Crank that and follow me" I order him one more time and he does what I say, getting out of the car.

I lay on the back of his car leaving room next to me for him. He jumps up next to me without hesitating. We stare at the sky above us, trying to find what stars we could see.

"Is this y-"

"Shh harry, no more questions please. Just sit with me and listen." I rest my hand on top of him and he quickly takes his pinky to flip my hand so it is under his now and they are intertwined. I let out a little giggle when he did but caught myself right away. We both closed our eyes and just listened to the music for a while. Once it was over we both sat back up and got back into the car to start driving.

"No," I told him.

"What?"

"No, it isn't my favorite song. In fact, I don't have a single favorite song, just favorites from each artist" I admit to him.

"So who are some of your favorite artists?" he asks as a follow up.

"Fleetwood Mac, Nothing but Thieves, Elton John, the 1975," I name some off.

"And what are your favorites from those?"

"Dreams, If I get high, Benny and the jets, and girls," I tell him looking at him now. His eyes were glued to the road as we drove through the dark together.

"Alright, but tell me this," he says as we got onto the interstate, "what about one direction?" I let out a laugh this time and he joined in.

"I won't lie, I wasn't a die hard fan but you guys did have some really good songs." I tell him, still giggling.

"Okay, that's fair, but what was your favorite?" he says turning his head to me now. As our eyes connect one more time, I could only hear one One Direction song playing in my head.

"Something Great," I tell him as I continue to look at him. I couldn't help but admire all his beautiful features. His sharp jawline that looked almost too perfect. The little pieces of hair that curled in front of his face that he would always pull back. His dimples that were as deep as the deepest part of the ocean, his big eyes that actually twinkled whenever you looked at them long enough. This man was perfect and everyone could see it, especially me. I snapped out just before he noticed me staring anymore and I turned to look back out the window.

What was going on with me? Why was he doing this to me? Why now?

We arrived at my building rather quickly. We exchanged numbers and addresses so if we ever needed anything we always knew where to find each other. I thanked him for an amazing night and made my way to my apartment.

I unlocked my door and was greeted by stevie right away. I looked down to her, saying hi and picking her up. Once I stood back up I looked to the window to see a tall man with blonde hair looking out the window. I jumped when I saw the sight because I thought it was just River, but when the figure turned I could see it was only jack.

"Oh my gosh, you scared me," I tell him, walking closer to him.

"Who was that?" he asked me. I looked at his face that looked pale. I looked at his eyes, they were red and had bags under them. He looked like a mess.

"What? Harry?" I ask him, setting Stevie on the couch.

"Yes Rosie, Harry. Why are you with Harry?" he asked, now sounding frustrated.

"Don't get upset now, we were just hanging out, we were friends," I tell him, walking closer to hug him, but he instantly pushes me away. I slightly dropped my jaw in shock. "What is your problem?"

"My problem is that you don't communicate with me anymore rosie, how was I suppose to know that the friend you wer with was Harry fucking Styles when you ignore all my calls," he yells at me now. I can tell he is very upset but I don't know what I am supposed to do about it.

"I told you I'm busy, I don't know what you want from me. And honestly, I can't help but feel pressured into this 'relationship' or whatever you want to call it. I'm not sure what I want, Jack, and I shouldn't feel like I need to give you an answer right now because I don't." I let it all out for him. I look at his face and he is completely stunned.

"I- I need to go" is all he says before walking out of my apartment and slamming the door on his way out. I let out a big sigh while I threw my face in my hands and rubbed my eyes. I hear Stevie yawn on the couch next to me, making me turn my head and look at her through my fingers.

"Let's go to bed girlie," I tell her, picking her up and carrying her to bed with me.