Lost

Chapter 58

Having my things outside the house, I stand there waiting for Harry to get everything in his car. I had not been sure about going with him until he promised to help me writing. And then he almost begged me and what woman can say no to a begging made who looks gorgeous when he bites his lips and gives you the most hopeful look you have ever seen? So I said yes.

But something really bothers me and I cannot exactly say anything to it. Over the week I noticed that actually everybody I used to talk to gets out of my way. Harper says goodbye as soon as we are finished talking, Connor has not answered a single one of my calls or messages and neither Niall nor any other from the guys are willing to talk to me or recognize me when I am at the door at Hazard.

Harry told me he wants to buy his own flat to get away from those people there. They were getting on his nerves, he said. I am not sure what to think about it. But the more I hang out with Harry, the less friends I have.

First I wondered if it was because everybody hated Harry’s guts and wants to stay away from me to, to not have to interact with him. But then again I see them talking with him but never with me.

Even Joss is weird around me, glancing at me and sometimes not even eating with me together. She rather takes her food into her room. I have never seen her doing so before Harry and I became.. whatever we are now, that is.

The only ones who seem to get along with me as before are my brothers and that’s it.

“Hey, Angel” Harry says as he walks towards me.

Dressed in a black V-neck that shows of a whole lot of his tattoos, black skinny jeans and black boots, he looks hot and dangerous. The bicycle chain around his wrist is as familiar to me as his tongue-rim piercing, which I can see as he licks his lips. His eyes are covered by black sunglasses and his curly brown hair is pushed backwards with his hand. I know he is smoking hot, sorry for being so directly, but really, sometimes it surprises me that it is legal to look like that.

As he reaches me, his arms come around me and he pushes me against his hard chest so that I have to look up to him. When I do so, he takes my mouth with his and brushes his hands over my ass.

“Harry” I say into his mouth and he smiles at my lips.

Then he leans back and grins. “I’m just happy to see you. Wanna see my ere-”

“No!” I feel the heat growing in my cheeks. I probably look like a tomato right now. “Just get those things in your car.”

He hear him laugh as he carries my two backs to his car and then closes the door. I turn to see Joanna standing in the doorway. He face is a pure mask of bemusement and suspiciousness.

“I’ll be back on Sunday.” I sigh and smile. “Be careful to not take someone else in.”

She frowns. “I wouldn’t do that to you!”

I hope so. “Maybe you and I can do something when I am back.”

“I’m sure we can” she says and shrugs “have fun.”

She does not seem too happy about what I suggested. But I do not want to push her and so I let it go. I wave at her before I walk over to Harry’s car and get into it.

When he drives down the street, I look out the window. “Do you know what is wrong with all those people? They seem to have a problem with me lately.”

Harry mumbles something I cannot hear. “Nope, I don’t exactly know.”

“What do you mean ‘exactly’?”

My eyes dart over to him and he stops at a traffic light. “Like I said it. I’m not really sure what it is. Maybe they’d like to stay away from you because of me?”

“But they talk to you but not to me” I consider.

He nods. “True, they do that. Hell, I’m not them, Ley.”

I know he is not. “Sorry for bothering you. It’s not your problem.”

He shakes his head and then gives me a smile. “Always tell me what it is you’re thinking ‘bout, Angel. It’s what makes you so interesting.”

I return his smile. He can be sweet, if he wants to be. “Thank you. I just don’t know, why they all won’t.. you know.. they just avoid me.”

Harry takes of his sunglasses and puts them into the top cut of his shirt. “Aren’t I enough?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I wonder and blink.

“You’ve me, don’t you? Aren’t I enough to deal with?” he says and then winks at me “or did I stop being interesting when I started being a nice guy?”

Oh no. “No, no. That’s fine.”

“But you’re saying you need other people” he says and drives onto the motorway.

Why do I not get where his problem is? “They’re my friends. Or were supposed to be something like that anyway.”

“Aren’t we friends?” he wonders.

I remember the time he said he doesn’t do friends, he won’t have any. We were ‘lads’ then, which did not work out that well. Anyway, are we friends now? Do friends do what we do? Back to, I don’t want to be his fuck buddy.

“I thought..” I sigh and stop myself before I sound ridiculous.

When I look outside the window again, I can only hear him. “What did you think? What do you want us to be? Tell me.”

Oh, smooth move, Angeleyna. “I just.. I-I.. well..”

Harry puts his hand on my and I turn my head to once again look at him. He looks at me for a second, then locks his eyes on the street again. “You were about to say boyfriend and girlfriend things, right? You want a real relationship.”

I know that I wanted to hear that all along. I cannot do one night stands and all that stuff. I just cannot. And I just seem to want to be with him. I cannot change the fact that something that really is above me draws me to him. It is like magnetism.

But I also know that he is not the kind of guy to do something like that. He might have changed, but after all, this is still Harry Styles. “I’m sorry.”

“Why’s that?” he wants to know.

I gulp. “Because.. I know you don’t do stuff like that. I’m just being stupid.”

“It’s not stupid, if it’s the right person” he replies and then cracks a smile. “For me, you’re that.”

I stare at him in disbelieve and wonder, if I am dreaming. I mean, what? Is this really Harry? How am I supposed to believe that he is serious? It is like he went and stayed away for a few months and then comes back all changed and the dream guy everybody is talking about. Well, he might not look all Prince Charming, but still.

“Uh, Harry..”

“Yes, I did say that. And I know it’s hard to believe.” He chuckles.

I nod. “Well, yes. See, it’s just.. so, you do want to.. you know.. you want to..”

“Have sex with you? Good god, yes, Angel.” When he sees my face he laughs and winks at me. “Wanna be my girlfriend, Angel?”

Where the hell is Harry? “Yes.”

He squeezes my hand and drives down the motorway. Something just doesn’t feel right about all that. I like that he changed and all. I just cannot get into my mind how that happened? Something really must be wrong. And my sense says Harry is the cause. I just don’t know what is going on and why. And I wonder if I am going to find out.

Once again I have to ask, what I have gotten myself into..

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