Harry Styles Scares Me

Chapter Six

I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face. I wasn't anxious or worried or upset about anything. What the hell was happening? I reached over to grab my phone. I checked my email and Instagram. My eyes fell on my text app, dormant as usual, the idea of texting Harry entered my brain.

He told me to text him. But he also said if I needed to vent. I didn't need to vent. I just wanted to talk to him. I knew it was just texting but knowing he was focused on me was like a drug now.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I angrily pushed my covers off my legs and swung them over the side of my bed to sit up. I stopped, staring down at my phone again.

Why was I angry exactly?

I tapped the text app and Harry's previous message.

I swear to God I must have stared at it for 20 minutes. What could I even say that wouldn't sound stupid?

I started texting and then I deleted it.

And then I started texting and then I deleted it again.

This was ridiculous.

I tossed my phone back onto my bed and headed out towards the bathroom. I could hear Dori in the kitchen, reminding me that she was still angry. Dori and I had never not spoken for longer than a few hours. I walked into the kitchen and leaned against the wall.

She ignored me. Which I deserved.

"Hey." I said softly.

She turned to look at me and then went back to her breakfast,

"Hey." The absence of any emotion in her voice made me sad.

"Dor..." I said as I walked towards her, "I'm sorry."

She turned around to look at me again,

"I'm sorry too."

I couldn't imagine what she had to apologize for but I appreciated the gesture. She hugged me and then turned back to her eggs,

"You seem...different today."

"Do I?" I asked as I pulled out some bread for toast.

"Yeah..." She put her eggs on a plate, "Something happen last night?"

I shook my head,

"Nothing of significance."

Her shoulders slumped,

"So you're gonna stop seeing him?"

I turned to look at her. Saying I was going to stop seeing Harry had been premature,

"I don't...I mean..." I finally relented, "No."

I expected a freakout or some squeal but she simply leaned against the counter and folded her arms,

"Really? What happened?"

"He's just...different. Different from anyone I've ever met. And he listens."

"Are you seeing him again?"

"Yeah." I answered as I buttered my toast, "Tonight. He has something to show me."

I knew she was smiling without looking at her. It was comforting. I sat down at the table and waited for her to join me. She took a bite of her eggs,

"Does that involve his bedroom?"

I tossed a napkin at her. I couldn't help the smile from appearing on my face,