How It All Started

"What the?!" I woke up to see that me and Harry had fallen asleep in the gazebo. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping, almost like a little child, his bad boy image forgotten. His arm was wrapped tightly around my waste, not allowing me move.

"Harry?" I tried to wake him up by whispering in his ear, but failed.

"Harry wake up!" I said a bit louder. He opened his eyes and saw the position we were currently in.

"Sorry." He murmured, removing his arm. I felt a bit disappointed but shook it off, not wanting him to notice.

"They're all probably worried about us, come on." I held out my hand for him to take.

"Finally, they're up!" Liam said, once we entered the kitchen.

"Good morning." I greeted everyone. Niall handed me a bowl of cereal and a granola bar, knowing well what I like to eat for breakfast, and Harry a plate of pancakes. We all finished our food quickly, and made plans for the day.

"So we're going shopping, what are your plans?" Eleanor asked Louis.

"The lads want to go bowling, so I guess that's what were doing today, he shrugged. After saying goodbyes, we hoped into the Mercedes Benz that my grandma gave me as a gift today.

"So you and Harry eh?" Perrie started, I blushed, not even knowing why I did.

"Umm there's nothing going on between us?" Angel rose an eyebrow, and gave me a 'oh really? that's bullshit' look. I sighed, giving in.

"Guys I don't know. I've really been hurt, and I just don't know if I can be in a relationship. I'm not sure If I can fall for him." Eleanor gave me a knowing smile, and I finally started the car, driving for the first time in my brand new car.

3 WEEKS LATER......
Kiely's POV
three weeks have passed since we came back from my grandma's. Harry and I have hung out almost everyday, and have grown incredibly closer after the talk in the gazebo. I've started to develop strong feelings for him, but I don't think I'm ready to talk to anyone about it yet. Angel and I moved into the apartment she told me about the next day we came back, its fairly close to the boys' apartment complex. I parked my car, and got out, walking towards my first class; Literature.

"Morning class." Harry had taken a seat by me, and was currently trying to get my attention by taking my stuff.

"We will be talking about quotes today, and what they mean to the people who they belong to." The professor announced. This should be fun, I thought to myself. He picked out a quote for two people to read out loud at a time. The only people left were me, and Harry. "Ms. Thomas." "Mr. Styles." we both got up from our seats and made our way to the front of the class where we were handed a piece of paper each.

"You two will read this quote by Marilyn Monroe." I turned towards Harry and started the first line.

"I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure."

"I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle." Harry continued.

"But if you cant handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." We finished together, looking deep into each others eyes. For some reason I felt like that describes me and Harry a lot. And that's How It All Started.

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