1 in 7 Billion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 28

After Harry had left I was laying on my bed, lost in my thoughts. It was a good thing he had left because I forget how to think when he's around me. I lose all sense of logic and reality and that's either a good thing or a bad thing. He makes me so happy and I am constantly forgetting who he is. He's Harry Styles of One Direction. I've already received unwanted attention from the public and I know it would only get worse.
Did I want to date Harry? Well kinda, yeah. Did I want to date Harry Styles? From what I've heard, he doesn't date. He has little flings and I don't want to be one of those. I don't want to be just a number, or the new addition on the bottom of a huge list. Harry was so incredible and I didn't want to lose him as a friend just because our physical attraction got in the way.
What does he see in me anyway?
Well your ass and tits are huge so... My conscience had a point. I was packing a bit of junk in those areas. Boys have always been a fan of them in the past, but that's why I've hated all men. They're pigs. I didn't want to be wanted for my body. I wasn't unintelligent. In fact, I was very prideful when it came to education. I graduated high school with flying colors and had been accepted into every college I applied to, including NYU and Colombia. But, I just decided to take some time for myself before I started the whole college thing.

The one thing that's been constantly on my mind is their kick-off party. It was in two days and I was panicking. I was having second thoughts about my dress because how I looked would be a big deal. I would be standing next to Harry who is prettier than most women, and would no doubt be looking incredible from head to toe. I started to pace my apartment. I could always go shopping again tomorrow. I'd return the other dress and go find a different one.
Eleanor will be pissed at me, but she'll get over it. I needed to feel pretty. I needed ever ounce of confidence I could muster for Saturday night.
In desperation I dial Sophia's number. She's newer to all of this than Eleanor and I need someone to relate.

"Hello doll."

"Sophia, I'm freaking out."

I hear her laugh through the phone before she replies. "It happens to the best of us. What's going on?"

"I'm not going to be around for very long, huh? Harry does this all the time, right? He goes after certain girls and says all the right things and makes them feel like they're the only girl in the world, and then he drop them. Pretends like they never happened. I'm one of them. So I should probably just accept that and move on from him."
I wait for a response and receive nothing, making my heart sink even more. "Please tell me I'm not crazy, and that I'm being rational." I beg.

"Hayley, pet," she sighs. "You're being absolutely mental. I know I haven't been around for awhile, but Liam has spoken to me about Harry before. From what he's said about Harry's past flings, it's nothing like this. He talks about you all the time Hay. Like, he won't shut up about you. He's mad for you. Have you guys even slept together yet?"

I was still trying to register everything she was saying, that I didn't even think twice about answering such a personal question. "No, we have not."

"There you go. The fact that he's that infatuated with you and he hasn't even fucked you yet should be a very good sign." She laughs and I can't hold my smile back any more. Her blunt response eased my nerves a bit.

"I guess you're right. I don't know what it is about him, but it's terrifying. How do you handle this? I'm not even his girlfriend and I can't stop thinking about him and everything that comes with." I honestly admit. "I know we aren't super close, but I need someone to tell me everything is worth it. I need someone who isn't Harry, to tell me it will all be worth it."

"Love, it's not going to be easy, but holy hell is it worth it. I never thought someone could make me as happy as Liam does. It's hard because they have unbelievable jobs, but we have to support them no matter what. Don't let what they can't control get in the way for how you feel about him. Are you with him now?"

"No, he left twenty minutes ago."

"Go over now. I'm on my way over there right now, and we can show up together. You need to talk to him. Get everything off your chest. Tell him exactly how you feel. Sound good?"

I took a deep breath and looked at my crinkled clothes laying on the ground. I starred at myself in my full-length mirror and said into the phone, "Yeah, I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

{Sorry! Kind of a filler chapter! Also, I'm sorry for all of the typos, I'm intelligent I promised haha. I just want you guys to know how much I love getting comments and votes! Please please COMMENT AND VOTE!!!}