Meet and Greet (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 22

I wake up slightly hearing an obnoxious vibrating noise. I moan in frustration wanting it to stop so I can sleep but when it doesn't, I realize it's my phone ringing. I carefully move Harry's arm from around me and get up to answer my phone. Ugh, It's mom.

"Hello." I answer flatly. She hasn't noticed or even cared that I was gone until the next day, typical.

"Autumn, on your way home, pick up some milk. We're out," She says nonchalantly. "Where are you, by the way?" Ridiculous.

"Oh, look who decided to give a..." I stop myself from nearly cursing her out for being such a dead-beat. I swear I don't know how I turned out even half-normal being raised by her. I talk quieter, as not to wake Harry. "I'm with Harry. I'll stop and get the milk whenever I come back."

"Harry? Harry... Oh, that One Direction boy, right?" Wow I'm surprised she even knows the name of something I'm interested in.

"Yeah. Mom, I gotta go I don't want to wake him." I say hoping she'll get slightly more concerned that I slept over with him. She doesn't even know the half of it, she never bothers to. Not that I would tell her anyway.

"Oh... I see." She pauses for a moment. I open my mouth to say goodbye, but she speaks again. "Autumn?"

"What?"

"Is this Harry a good guy? You know, does he treat you right?" I'm taken aback by her out of character, motherly concern. Then I realize why she's asking. Although she may not be the strongest woman I know or the best mother out there, she is still my mother and I know deep down she doesn't want me to end up with the kind of guys she puts up with. Luckily, I learned from my mother's mistakes and I don't go for those assholes.

"Yes he is. He's..." I trail off.

"Alright, I'll see ya later." I say goodbye and hang up.

I set my phone down and climb back into the soft, warm bed and I never want to leave it, but I should probably go home because I haven't been in a while. I lay my head down across from Harry and he is still in a peaceful slumber. He's drop dead beautiful, even in his sleep. I don't want to wake him but I need to go. I lean over and place a soft kiss on his cheek then gently run my hand across his chest. I could really fall for him and I'm not sure if that's such a good idea considering the circumstances. I'm not even 100% on how he really feels about me. I remember that night he told me he thinks he is falling for me, but I think he realizes too that it might not be a good idea. I originally thought he was just telling me what I wanted to hear so I would continue to fool around, but his words from last night replay in my head.

"Maybe for more as well." He said after telling me he'd like to keep me around. I don't know, he confuses me, I confuse me... I'm confused.

I place my hand on his cheek and run my thumb over a few times and his eyes flutter opened, revealing his striking yet soft green orbs. When he fully wakes up he smiles slightly. I catch myself still staring at his eyes in amazement.

"Goodmorning, beautiful." His voice comes out strained and raspy, deeper than usual. I smile.

"Goodmorning, sorry for waking you." I say as he brings my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles softly, making me smile brighter.

"Do you have anything planned for today?" I ask.

"I have an appearance a little later, why?" He tells me. I was hoping maybe he had something planned for the day so I wouldn't be leaving abruptly again.

"Well, I need to go pick up a few things for my mom and then head home for a bit." I explain.

"Okay." He nods in understandment. "But do you have to go now?" He whines and pulls me by my waist closer to him. He's not making this easy for me.

"Don't make this harder for me." I giggle and kiss the middle of his chest and attempt to escape his strong hold. He kisses my kneck softly and I roll my head back, he's really not making easy. I laugh and kiss the corner of his mouth before getting out of the bed.

"Alright, fine but don't think we aren't going to finish what we just started later." He jokes and I smile.

I grab my bag and my phone and dial for a cab.

"Who you calling?" I mouth 'a cab' holding the phone to my ear and Harry shakes his head.

"I'll have someone take you back." He tells me but I protest.

"I live too far away, I don't want to be too much of a hastle." I try to tell him but before I can answer the cab company on the other line of the phone, he takes my phone and answers for me.

"Hi, I'm sorry I won't be needing a cab actually." and hangs up.

"Hey!" I furrow my eyebrows and he laughs.

"Let me take care of you." He dials someone and tells them where I need to be dropped off.

"You didn't need to do that, I'm fine taking a cab." He pushes my hair behind my ear.

"I won't let you." He smirks and kisses my forehead. I give in to his stubborness. "Dave is our driver, he's a nice guy. He will have no problem taking you to wherever you need to stop off and home."

"Fine, thanks." I shake my head smiling. I was never comfortable with taking things from people and if I borrowed from someone, I always repayed them. I've never been 'taken care of.' He seems persistent on making sure I am though.

I say goodbye to Harry and when I reach the hotel lobby, I'm greeted by a tall man in a suit. He introduces himself as Dave and leads me to the car, a black SUV with tinted windows. He opens the door to the back seat, and I climb into the large vehicle and thank him.

"Where to, hun?" He turns back and asks me.

I decide to skip getting the milk for my mother, and just tell him my address because I still feel rude to make him take me all these places, even though it is his job.

"Sorry, I know it's kind of far from here. I was going to take a cab, this wasn't my idea." I explain and he laughs and assures me that it's no big deal.

"You a friend of Harry's? Girlfriend?" He breaks the silence and I'm not sure what to say. "No, I'm his confused booty call that he kind of likes." I hesitate for a moment before answering.

"Uhm, n- no. We're friends, yeah." I figured that answer was more suitable. Dave nods and continues driving.

I want to ask why he seated me in the back seat but I'm assuming it's because the windows are tinted back here. Wouldn't want anyone to recognize me in the same car that Harry has been seen in before. I mean, I personally don't care if anyone sees, I can handle a few pissed off girls but I know it wouldn't be good for Harry. I stay quiet in the back seat until we arrive at my house.

"Thanks again, have a nice day!" I wave as I exit the car and then enter my house.

I walk upstairs and pass my mother's room and say hello. "No milk?" She asks.

"No sorry. It's too out of the way and I didn't want to be greedy with the driver." I say realizing she probably has no clue what I'm even talking about.

She looks down in a dissapointed manner. "I have no idea what you've been up to these past few days."

"Okay, well here I am." I open my arms out. Some people would love to have a mother who is laid back and doesn't care what their daughter does, but be careful what you wish for because it's hell living with a mother like that.

I crash onto my bed and stare at the ceiling and my mind drifts back to Harry. Why can't I stop thinking about him? I'm not supposed to feel this way about someone who I know I can't have in that way. If I'm being honest with myself, I definitely care about Harry more than a fan with benefits should. It's sad to think that the fact that we both told each other we sort of have more feelings has been sort of pushed aside, but I can't change the way things are. I think I'll take him up on his offer to "keep me around" and just go with it.

A/N:

HIIHII! SORRY FOR THIS CRAPPY UPDATE, I PROMISE THE NEXT ONE WILL BE KILLER (OK IT WILL BE BETTER :P) ANYWAY, PLEASE COMMENT OR VOTE IF YOU ACTUALLY LIKE THE STORY SO FAR, IM CURIOUS. OK THANKSS <3

ALSO I WILL UPDATE WHEN THIS CHAPTER REACHES 50 READS :)