MY SWEET OASIS | Harry Styles

Chapter 3: "I just want you here"

Six hours. The movie night is in six hours, I haven't slept all night yesterday, kept turning in bed until my brain ran out of every thought it could possibly think of. This is exhausting, trying to get back into my old life is tiring and harder than I thought it would be.

I went for a run to clear up my mind and calm down as soon as I woke up. Keep telling myself that I need to take small steps at a time to not overwhelm myself and make things worse. Sarah called me this morning and said that she understands if I'm not coming, I told her I'm still thinking about it.

I want to see him, I really do because I've been thinking about him a lot ever since the date. It's nothing major, just looking back at the time we spent together, it felt warm and inviting. I miss that. But then again, my mind wanders back thinking he's probably not thinking about me and I'm just overthinking. Guys like him aren't normally attracted to me, I'm too boring for them.

My legs keep moving while my brain creates a million thoughts, this run was supposed to be therapeutic and help me relax. The cold air hugs every inch of any exposed skin, giving me that fresh cool feeling of winter. My curly hair jumps in different directions as I run through the streets of LA. Music blasting through my pockets because running with headphones is scary to me, so I prefer to just play it in my pocket in a low volume only I can hear it.

After three full laps running the track of my neighbourhood, I decided to take a breath and stop for coffee. The local coffee shop is warm and cosy, it's surprisingly empty for the morning. Usually, it's much busier than this.

"Hello, I'd like a black coffee and a chocolate muffin please," the young girl standing behind the cashier takes my order. It doesn't take long to prepare, so I don't sit down. I'll just take it on the go while I walk home. The girl hands me my order, I thank her and leave the coffee shop.

That run really tired me out because my legs feel sore from running nonstop for probably hours. I love running. It's the only way I can get that rush and motivation to be productive in my day.

I take my time walking slowly, breathing the cold hair and sipping my tasty black coffee that runs through my body warming it up. I wish every morning was as refreshing as today. Most mornings, I get lazy and skip running which makes me even more depressed and lost in my thoughts.

However, today is different because I decided that I will no longer be unproductive with my life. I'll try my hardest to do as many activities as I can and really work on getting better- by actions this time. This time I'm actually determined to make the most out of this year, though going back to work seems a little too big at the moment; I will try to keep myself busy in any way.

"Siwa?" I stop in my tracks and turn around to my name being called. My eyes widen at the man in front of me.

"Harry..what are you doing here?" I ask a little too bluntly. God, why am I so rude to him. "I'm sorry-I meant good morning" yeah that's better.

He lets out a chuckle and walks towards me. He looks so good, how does he look that good in the morning?

"I had an early meeting in a building five minutes away from here," he says with that warm smile. His green eyes look into my brown ones and I feel like I could melt from how captivating they are. "I-I was actually hoping to bump into you, and maybe go out for coffee b-but I didn't have your number and I thought it'll be creepy to just show up at your doorstep," he mumbles with a tone of hesitation in his voice.

What do I say? Do I give him my number? Why the hell am I so awkward?

"Oh that's nice, thank you." someone.punch.me.right.now. Thank you? Really?

Harry tries to hide his laughter about my weird response and just nods. "Do you mind if you do give me your number though? I was serious about the coffee offer." He asks and I stay silent looking everywhere but at him.