“What is your favorite color?” he asked laughing.
“Purple.” I replied quickly.
“Food?”
“Pizza… and cheeseburgers…and rare steak.” There was a good chance that I was a little buzzed after the champagne we drank at the restaurant. It was really good. The meal was delicious. And small chat was sweet. The view was amazing and Harry was such a gentleman. After dinner the driver brought us to the hotel, we agreed that another walk along the beach would be nice.
“Oh my god. Are you sure that’s all?” He laughed.
“Actually, no. I love food.” I giggled, then looked towards the ocean, a breeze came through and I shivered a bit.
“Are you cold?”
“A little chilly.”
“Here…” He started taking his blazer off.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that Harry. I’m fi-” I tried to put my hand up to stop him.
“It’s alright.” He smiled sweetly then put it around my shoulders.
“Thank you.”
“What’s your favorite book?” he was a bit quieter now, almost sounding more sincere.
“The Last Song… I’ve always been a sucker for a good romance novel. I swear I can’t count the amount of times I’ve read that book.”
“Why?”
I looked at him with questioning eyes. “Why is it my favorite?” he nodded. “Uh, I don’t really know. I mean, I guess I just thought the idea of falling in love with someone was so amazing. I would just think that maybe someday that could be real life. Nicholas Sparks just understand teen girls.” I laughed and so did he. “Have you ever been in love?” He blinked at my question. “I’m sorry that’s personal. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“No, no it’s all right. Yea, Once I have.”
“What happened?”
“I guess we drifted apart. Or maybe it wasn’t really love.”
“Possible. I guess you just know.”
“Yes, I guess so.” he smiled warmly.
I honestly did feel bad for asking such a personal question… I guess he was used to getting asked questions such as these. Sometimes I just forget that he’s famous. That he’s Harry Styles. And maybe it’s not a good thing that I forget. As much as I liked him before I knew him, he was the flirt. The guy who went after older women, and that definitely wasn’t me, was it? Maybe, though he said other wise, was this a sympathy date because I of what I told him? There’s no way he could really like me, right?
“Are you all right, love?” he asked with wrinkles in his forehead. Like
The mood had drastically changed since I started thinking.
“Yea, Just a bit tired. Went to bed kind of late last night, got up kind of early. You know.” I smiled, then he became less worried.
“We’ll head back to the hotel.”
“Oh, hold on.” I bent over to take my heels off, a girl can only walk in these for so long. I lost my balance a little, then I felt Harry softly hold my arm. I quickly got my shoes off and stood holding them in my right hand.
We walked in silence for a bit, giving me more time to wander into my thoughts again. I guess I’m not really good at holding normal conversations sometimes because I always felt like I had to watch what I had to say. So I think. I think about everything, analyzing and reanalyzing situations, people. Sometimes I’m wrong about people… but I’m usually right. And I don’t know why Harry was here with me, when he could have any girl in the world. Someone who would be chipper and talk more…
“You’re a thinker aren’t you.” At first I thought this was part of my thoughts, but as I looked at Harry, I could tell by his body language that he had said it.
“Uh, yes. Kind of.” I looked at the ground.
“You’re quiet sometimes.” he said softly, “it’s like you’re in your own world. You stare all around and then you make funny faces.”
“Oh. I… I don’t really know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. You can though, anything that’s on your mind. I’ll willingly listen.” A warm smile fell across his face.
It was sweet, he was sweet. Maybe I was thinking a little to into this. Maybe he was just being nice, thoughtful. He’s so charming, even more so in real life. I looked up at him again and he was smiling wider at me. That made me smile too then I rolled my eyes.
“What?” he demanded playfully. We were walking towards the hotel doors now, and I reached down to put my shoes on. Again I almost fall over and Harry holds me to help. I remembered all the drinks I had and thought maybe that’s what all these thoughts were. Drunken thoughts.
“You.” I said standing up straight again. “You’re all smiley and charming and sweet… It’s almost annoying.”
“What, why?” he laughed as he held open the door for me. There was no one really in the hotel, I haven’t even checked the time since we left.
“Because… Just because.” Now I felt it. I walked sideways a little, trying to walk in a straight line. Harry giggled and pulled me a little closer to him with his arm around my waist. The covered skin where he touched tingled.
“You know,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m kind of disappointed that you drank so much. Was I bad company?” That sent shivers from my ear as well.
I pushed the ‘up’ button when we got to the elevator, one dinged and we stepped in. “No! That was just really good, like really really good. You think I’m a light weight?” I asked and he laughed at me.
“Seriously, quit laughing… what’s funny?”
“You’re just cute.” he looked forward as the door opened and stepped out with a firm grip on my waist.
Why did he have to say that? Why couldn’t I just accept the compliment? Why do I have to make things so complicated? And why am I asking myself all these questions? Maybe I shouldn’t drink anymore… Why wasn’t I like normal girls we were loud and annoying and, and… I don’t know just normal.
“Here we are.” He stopped in front of my door, smiling at me. “Oh sorry, no smiling.”
I pushed his arm. “Stop.” Then I giggled. “Uh, I had a good time tonight. Thank you Harry.” Then I remembered his blazer and I pulled it off. “Really, even though I drank. It was very nice of you to do, and I appreciate it. And you are very good company.”
“I’m glad you think so.” he smiled. “I had a lovely time. And I was only joking about the drinking. Tonight was really nice…”
I nodded “Alright, well. Maybe I should go inside.”
“Yes. And I’ll go to my room.” he pointed in the direction of his room.
I went in to hug him and he wrapped his long arm around me. I could hear my heart beat. I was so nervous, so excited, so happy and confused. As we came out of the hug, we exchanged smiles.
“Goodnight Annabelle.” he spoke.
“Goodnight Harry.” I replied, then he started walking away, so I turned to open my doors. When the door was open and I was about to step in I heard his deep voice say.
“Annabelle.” I turned my head to him. “Can I see you again sometime?” he asked.
“We’re here all summer aren’t we?” I responded.
He smiled and nodded. I looked away from him and shook my head a little. “Goodnight Harry.” I said again as I walked into my room, then shut the door behind me…

Notes

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So I have more subscribers! Oh my goodness. Thank you all so much! I hope you enjoy. Sorry this chapter took a while. First it was too short then I kept adding because I don't know where to end chapters!! I seriously couldn't think of what to write while they were at the restaurant... So, sorry. Lol. So I think this is a bit longer than usual. Still I hope you like it!! I've been busy this weekend, so I stay up late to try and write for y'all. Yesterday I went to the fair, omg. So fun! But I finished this chapter at like 3 in the morning!! Anyway, I'm on chapter what? like 11 and it's been like two days? So I might just describe the rest of the week in a chapter or I'll just skip it and go to the next week! Uhm, I think that's all! If you like it, it means a lot to read comments... And I don't have many! So please, please, please comments. Give me feed back. Tell me what you think, how you feel? Should i write from Harry's view?! Si o no? Alright I'm done writing! If you wanna read more don't forget to subscribe and again Thank y'all so much for reading! Have a nice day! <3

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