Whisked away from reality with Styles (Harry Styles/1D fanfic)

Chapter 7.

Later on that night I was back at my flat with Becky, I took off my jacket and my shoes and slumped myself on the sofa for the evening, not knowing when I was going to see Harry again. I rested my eyes as my head was laid on the chair arm and I breathed out, trying not to think about him too much.

All I could think about as I laid on the sofa was Harry, the way he smirked and exposed his dimples, the way he shakes his hair the way he does. I sat up and turned on the tv flicking through the channels to see what was on. I slipped into my fluffy socks and slippers as I searched for anything I fancied watching, I couldn't see anything so left the remote on the side.

''Soaps are on Beth, switch it on!'' Becky exclaimed as she came into living room holding 2 cups of tea for us and some biscuits to dip in aswell, I picked up the remote and switched the soaps on for her.

''Thank you!'' I thanked her as she gave me mine then I took a sip and sunk back into my seat ''Mmm lovely.'' I said then started to relax and forget about my nerves as I watched Corrie.

I sat there watching it and straight away got back into the swing of things, I sometimes forget to watch it then I get lost with it all but with Becky, she's just glued to it.

''So when will your man be seeing you next?'' Becky asked, intriguied as she sipped her tea, she only spoke to me when the adverts were on.

''My man? I don't think he's my man.''

''He's not? well what is he to you then?''

''I don't even know, we've known each other 4 days Becky, we haven't exactly had the talk yet.'' I answered her, secretly wishing he was my man.

''Well, me and Louis have already had the talk and we're seeing each other, properly!'' she replied looking all chuffed with herself. I looked at her, a shocked look on my face as my mouth had formed into a 'O' shape. ''What?!'' I asked, in a high pitched tone.

**Becky's P.O.V**

I just knew it, I knew this would be her reaction when I told her about me and Louis besides, it was going to happen sooner or later. I sipped my tea then sighed as I began to explain ''Beth, we both decided it feels right, surely that's how you feel with Harry?''

''Well, yeah but, it's difficult, I mean I don't want to scare him off..me and Harry are happy waiting.'' Beth replied, her tone of voice was a little sad, I knew her too well.

''How do you know he's happy waiting if you haven't spoken to him about it?'' I asked wanting to get to the bottom of this, something was fishy.

''I don't, I just-''

I looked at her and sighed ''How about you give it a couple of days then run it across him? You have enough stress at the moment with Uni.'' I suggested.

''Yeah, ok I will!'' she said smiling.

Corrie was soon back on and my eyes were glued and blocked Beth out for the time being, nobody comes between me and my soaps.

*

As i'm laid on the sofa I re-think about what me and Becky have just talked about, should I ask him or should he ask me? I closed my eyes trying not to think about it too much. I slowly drifted off into sleep on the sofa, not realising and ended up sleeping for hours while Becky watched tv, the exhaustion must of just hit me from the weekend and of course, from being around him all the time.

From meeting in the nightclub, to having sex numerous times then him meeting my dad to going out with him drinking, wow no wonder I was knackered.

**Harry's P.O.V**