You Bring Me Home

Chapter 5

Chapter 5:

We pull into Harry's driveway and I just remembered that I forgot to bring clothes to sleep in.

"Shit, Harry. I forgot to bring something to sleep in." I look at him.

"Oh, don't worry, darling. I have something you can wear." He gives me a soft smile and starts to get out of the car.

We are walking inside from the garage. I know today was the first time I came here, hell it was the first time we had spoken to each other in a year. But I never realized how many cars he had. It's like he had a car for every day of the week. When I had come over earlier, I only saw his livingroom and kitchen. I wanted to see the rest of his house.

"Hey, Harry? Would you mind giving me a tour of your humble abode?" I say jokingly.

"Why yes, I wouldn't mind at all, my lady." He walks back to the door of the garage.

I have never seen a house this big. Yeah, my house is big for people my age to have, but this is a whole nother level of big. His dining area was massive! It had a table that could sit like 12-14 people! He must have a lot of friends.

We move on to the bathrooms, very briefly because I mean it's just a bathroom. Then we go to one of his spare guest rooms. He had three spare bedrooms/guest rooms. He told me I could pick which one I wanted to stay in. I looked at all three of them and chose unironically the one closest to his bedroom.

"Ah! Great choice. If I had to pic out of all three of them too, I would've picked that one."

He shows me the rest of his house, and we sit on his couch and start talking. I have always loved the way that he talks, he has such a soothing voice. We are talking for about 30 minutes before the topic of his debut album as a solo-artist comes out.

"Hey, Maia," he begins, "Can I tell you about a couple of the songs I wrote on the album?"

"Uh, yeah! Tell me all the juicy secrets." We sit in silence while Harry seemingly tries to gather his thoughts for what he's about to say.

"Well, actually, some of the songs are about you." My jaw drops to the floor.

"Yo- you wrote songs about me? I ask in complete shock.

"Yeah, I did. And I wanted you to listen to one of them, if that's okay with you." Harry Styles, wrote songs, plural, about me?

"I would love to hear it."

Harry pulls out his phone and goes to his voice memos.

"It's not all the way done, but I just really wanted you to listen to this one. It's probably one of my favorites on the album."

"Before you start playing it, can you tell me what it's called?"

"Ever Since New York." New York as in the restaurant? Wow, this man really does remember a lot of stuff.

Harry begins to play the song, and so far, it's so beautiful. I still just can't grasp that he wrote it about me. I am going to be completely honest, I love this song. It's really good, but what weirds me out in a good way is that he remembered our conversation, even though it was so short. The song ends and I feel like crying. It's so beautiful.

"So what did you think of it?" Harry doesn't make eye contact, which feels weird because he always makes eye contact.

"Do you want me to be honest?"

"Yes, please. I want your full and honest opinions on it." Harry seems so nervous. It's like he thinks that I'm not going to like the song or something.