Harry Styles Scares Me

Chapter Seven

Hi

That's all I wrote. It took me 14 tries, a slight panic attack and some deep breaths. I was giving myself a heart condition. So I just settled on one word. Simple.

I quickly put my phone to sleep, tossed it face down onto the bed and got up to go to the bathroom. I would not stare at my phone for 20 minutes waiting for a reply. He was Harry Styles. He was busy.

I heard Dori in the kitchen so I decided to make myself some toast. She turned to look at me, blowing on a cup of tea as she did,

"Morning. How was your...thing?"

I cocked one eyebrow at her. She shrugged,

"You keep refusing to call it a date." She pointed out.

"Oh." I pulled the refrigerator open and grabbed the bread, "It was good."

"Where did he take you?" She asked as she sat on one of our bar stools.

"A photograph exhibition in the city somewhere."

She lifted her eyes to look at me. Dori knew about my thing with Imogen Cunningham,

"He what?" She asked softly.

I nodded as I set the bread on the counter,

"Imogen Cunningham. I guess it's a new thing and not open to the public yet." She lifted her hand to her mouth. I could see the tears glistening in her eyes, "Don't start." I warned.

"Sylvie...that's like...really nice."

"Yes I know it is." I admitted as I popped the bread in the toaster, "It was...really great." I finished in a whisper.

Dori knew not to push. So she went back to her tea,

"Did you tell him you weren't gonna see him anymore?"

"No. He's coming to get me later. Dinner at his house."

"What's his house like?"

I knew she was trying to keep the conversation light. God love my sister.

"It's...homey. Not like all modern with really sharp edges." I took a bite of my toast, "It's like somewhere mom and dad would live if they had that kind of money. And the backyard..."

I sat down next to her. Dori turned to look at me,

"You deserve this, Sylvie." She said suddenly.

I didn't know what she meant. What did I deserve? Dinner? A friendship? Harry himself?

I finished my toast and I went back to my room. My phone had six messages from Harry. I couldn't see my face but I'm quite sure the look of shock was legendary.

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Harry picked me up right when he said he would. I was starting to get used to being treated so well and it was kind of scary. When we made it back to his house, he led me inside and then started cooking. I took my usual spot next to him while I chopped vegetables. I hadn't noticed how comfortable I'd gotten with him until I blurted out something fairly personal.

"She was my first real love." Harry commented as he turned to grab more veggies that I'd chopped, "And I really thought we'd be together forever..." He shrugged, "Buuut I messed it up."

"How?" I asked, paying special attention to my chopping.

"I went off to do my rockstar thing and I didn't really notice there was a problem until there was one."