falling - harry styles

twenty-two

"Hi,"

"How much of that conversation did you hear?" I asked while folding shirts and putting them in my suitcase.

"Most of it, but I was only listening to the part when you said you're falling for me." He slowly stepped into the room.

I sighed, looking at the ground.

He walked over to me and bent down, taking the clothes out of my hand and helping me up.

"I don't understand why this has to be so complicated, Bella." As he spoke, held held my hands in his and traced circles on my palms.

"I'm so, so scared Harry. What if things don't work out? Or... or what if you go on tour after the summer and forget about me? What if you find somebody that's better than me--"

He cut me off by grabbing my cheeks softly and pressing his lips to mine I'd be lying if I said that it wasn't one of the best feelings I ever had. For so long the feelings I had for him were building inside of me, this was my release.

He pulled back and rested his forehead on mine, "I'd never do anything to hurt you, and honestly? I'm scared too, but I know for a fact that we would be able to make this work. I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't have hope in us."

"I just need time Harry. I'm going to Philidelphia with Cheryl for a few days, cause I feel like I can clear my mind a bit and really think about this. Okay?"

"Like I said Isabella, I'll wait for you. Take as much time as you need, you're worth the wait."

I smiled at his words, he really was the sweetest guy I'd ever met. Maybe my mom was right.

He pulled away from me and walked over to his suitcase, pulling a hoodie and a couple of his shirts out of it. "In case you miss me, okay?" He handed the clothing to me.

I nodded and folded the articles, putting them in my suitcase and zipping it up.

"How was the studio?" I sat down on the bed.

"Really, really great. We're working on a new album, I'm feeling really inspired."

"Anything in particular that's inspiring you?" I questioned, even though I felt that I knew what the answer was.

"Maybe," he laughed.

Soon enough we changed and got into bed, Harry's arms immediately found their way around my waist. Within minutes, I was out.

We woke up around seven I told Harry that he could stay sleeping but he insisted on waking up and making sure that I was safe and sound before I left.

I was excited for this trip, even if it was only for a short period of time, I was able to focus on myself.

"Be safe, okay? And please text or call me if you need anything. I'll be up there in a heartbeat if you need me to be. His voice was still groggy from waking up just moments ago.

We stood in the dimly lit kitchen for a few moments, hugging. Since he confessed his love for me, being wrapped in his arms had a different feeling-- a better feeling than it did before.

Soon enough we parted ways and I was in my Jeep and on my way to Cheryls house. I decided to stop and grab us coffee, as we weren't really on a time crunch and I was still tired.

When I showed up at her apartment building, Cheryl was waiting outside with her bags in hand. She looked cheerful for it being eight in the morning.

"Hey babe," she hugged me as I got out of the Jeep to put her bags in the trunk.

"I'm really excited that we decided to do this, I missed you a lot Cher."

"Oh stop it, you're gonna make me cry,"

We got back into my car and started for the New York skyline, catching up on all of the things we missed while we were gone.

During the drive, I didn't tell her about what happened with Harry last night, meaning our conversation and the kiss. I felt like I'd been talking about myself too much and even though I wanted to gush about the situation, there wasn't a good time to bring it up and I didn't want to annoy her. We had three days, I'm sure it would come up eventually.

We arrived to our hotel a couple hours later, deciding that a nap would be the best idea considering I couldn't sleep during the drive here.

"After do you think we could go to the gym? I don't want to rain on our parade but I haven't been in a couple days and I think it would help both of us to de-stress a bit."

She nodded, "Yeah of course. Get some sleep though, we can worry about what we're gonna do after you rest."

I closed the curtains and laid down on the hotel bed, grabbing my phone to text Harry that we got to Philly safe and sound.

Almost immediately after I sent the message, he replied.

'Good, I'm glad. How was the drive?'

'Long. I'm going to have a nap then we're gonna go out, I'll text you later.'

'Have a good rest, miss you already xx'

I smiled at his last message, putting my phone down and drifting into a dreamless sleep.

Later that day, after I woke up we went to workout then went to a small cafe for lunch. Or-- whatever meal is in between dinner and lunch, as it was already three in the afternoon.

"So how's your mom doing? I feel like I haven't seen her in forever." I asked Cheryl.

"She actually asked me about you a few days ago, and yeah she's doing okay. Did I tell you that my dad reached out?"

I stared at her, eyes wide. It had been at least ten years since Cheryl last saw her dad. He was a recovering alcoholic, her mom had been doing all of the work by herself.

This was part of the reason why I admired Cheryl so much. After everything that happened with her dad, she was so strong minded. Truly, she was one of the bravest people that I knew.

"What? Do you know why?"

"He said that he wants to repair the broken bridges with my mom and I, I guess."

"Do you know what you're gonna do?"

"I think I may meet with him, it's been awhile and I've healed so you know. It might be good for me,"

"Whatever you do Cheryl, just know I'll always be here to support you." I squeezed her hand.

Cheryl opened her mouth to speak when two girls a couple years younger than us walked over to our table, smiling wide and giggling.

"Are you Isabella Anderson?"

My eyes widened and I stared at the girls, wondering how they knew my name.

"Uh... yeah, why?"

"Ahhh! Can we get a picture? Where's Harry? Is he here with you?" One of them spoke fast.

Cheryl and I looked at each other, taking in the situation. I think that both of us were equally shocked. Never in a million years did I think I'd ever be in a situation like this.

"Um, sure I guess." I stood up standing next to them.

We posed for a picture and they asked me a few questions, most of which were about Harry or the supposed 'budding romance' that we had. I dodged those ones, because I couldn't quite answer them myself.

After our strange encounter with Harry's fans we spent the rest of the day sightseeing, then headed back to the hotel as we were exhausted, but excited for the next coming day.

When I came out of the bathroom Cheryl was passed out on the bed, so I turned on the light after throwing Harry's hoodie over me. It smelt like him, and I found myself wishing that he was here with me.

I feel asleep that night dreaming of Harry. Slowly, I was realizing what I wanted us to be.

probably gonna be updating every 2-3 days no that school started, but on the bright side theres only about ten ish chapters left hehe