Fourteen Days in London with Harry Styles

Day 7

hey guys :) well, this story and the chapters have been really fucking stupid. I think if you click on the link i message you guys it works, but other than that it doesn't... idek if this upload is gonna work >.< i hate wattpad sometimes, but i love it so much at the same time. CONFLICTED EMOTIONS!!! Well as i said, i typed this part pretty quickly because i was excited for it, so ENJOY <3 I'm excited for the next chapter as well.... :) so without any further ado, here is day 7!!!

ELYSE’S P.O.V.

            I lifted my fist to knock on Harry’s door the next morning, but I stopped myself. I let out a sigh and put my face in my hands. Why was it so hard to do this? I knew Harry. Well, as much as he’d told me about himself. I inhaled deeply and tried again, but my fist couldn’t connect with the white painted wood of his apartment door. What was with me today?

            “Harry…” I whined quietly even though I wasn’t crying. I swallowed and used all the strength in my right arm to knock weakly on his door. I waited.

            “Sorry Elyse, one second,” Harry called from inside. I heard him running around inside and I looked down at my feet. I smoothed out my navy blue cardigan. I didn’t look so great today. My eyebrows squeezed together and I checked my phone for the time. 11:07.

            The door opened and I caught my breath in the back of my throat. God, why did he have to be so god damn gorgeous?

            Harry’s lips spread into a smile and I felt myself melting. I tried stepping forward, but he blocked the doorway, his smile turning into a smirk.

            “What’s the magic word?”

            “Please?”

            “No, I think I need something for you to get through…”

            I cocked my head to the left. “Like what?”

            “A kiss,” he replied simply. Butterflies entered my stomach and I looked into his eyes. He started laughing. “I’m kidding.” He took my hand and tugged me into his apartment playfully. “How are you babe?” he asked casually, walking me into the kitchen.

            I shrugged, getting over what just happened.“Pretty good, the same as always. You?”

            “The same.” He smiled widely at me and I nodded.

            A crack of thunder vibrated throughout the walls of Harry’s apartment and our heads shot over to the window. Harry groaned.

            “Come on… I wanted to go out today…”

            I frowned, “Well is there anything to do in your apartment?”

            Harry shrugged, “We can watch a film?”

            I’d actually been hoping that the two of us could do that some time while I was here. I had no idea why, I just wanted to sit next to him on his couch and watch a full movie. “Okay,” I said slowly, starting to walk into his tiny living room that was basically just a couch, a TV, a coffee table, and some shelves of CDs, records, and movies. We sat on the couch together and I got an idea. “Did you want to play truth or dare first?” I asked, looking over at Harry and his mop of brown curls.

            He smiled widely, “I’ve been hoping you’d ask that…” He turned to face me on the couch and put the blanket over the two of us again. “Okay, truth or dare?” Harry asked me while his green eyes searched mine.