Loose Change (Harry Styles) [BOOK 2]

As he pulls away, I can't help but feel a little saddened.
"Why aren't you mad at me?" He asks, staring at me with his puffy, red eyes.
I bite my bottom lip as I sit down at the edge of his bed beside him.
To be honest I don't know. I mean, why am I even giving him my attention? I'm usually not this forgiving, but with him...it's very peculiar.
"I'm not quite sure." I mutter as his eyes begin to fill with curiosity and vulnerability.
"Well, maybe you should just go. Leave. I don't want to be the cause of any more trouble." His husky voice echoes in my ears as he tries to look passed me as if he doesn't want to see my eyes. I don't think he wants that...for me to leave, or maybe I'm just going insane from the lack of sleep.
"I'm not gonna leave. You owe me." I defend.
He raises one eyebrow in confusion.
"I'm alone now. Even though you deny it, you could've done something to change that, meaning you obtain some of the fault. You owe me." I say.
He sighs in defeat and looks down at his hands. He chuckles a little.
"Everyone wants something from me huh. I should've known. What can you possibly want? Money, publicity, jewelry?"
This time I chuckle.
"Really Harry? Even though we haven't known each other that long you know me better than that. I won't settle for any of those things. I want something better."
He shuts his eyes closed in frustration and lowers his head so low that it practically dangles.
"What is it?" He whispers.
"I want you to watch the sunrise with me this morning." I respond earnestly.
I hear his breathing stop for a second. Did his heart stop at my words? Of course it didn't you dummy. But maybe there's a possibility that it did...
"What?" I hear his voice say in the softest tone I've ever heard.
I shake my thoughts and gaze into his eyes that are meeting mine once again.
"You heard me. Watch the sunrise with me." I repeat, my tone a little more stern.
His head slightly turns sideways as he observes my face.
"You really want that?"
I nod my head a little.
"I do. I remember you agreeing with me about how you enjoy the colors that are in the sky during a sunrise... I don't know... do you want to you know...watch it with me?"
I feel my cheeks begin to burn a little at his silence. Dang, I shouldn't have asked. Why would he want that, I me-
"Ya. That would be nice."
I set my gaze on his and I can practically see my own reflection through his eyes. They're so shiny. Is he that happy about it or is it because of his earlier tears? Whatever it is, I can't help but smile as a small grin spreads across his tan face, causing his dimples to pop out.
He glances behind him, setting his sight on the electronic alarm clock on his nightstand.
"It's one thirty-seven right now. We have a few hours to kill. What would you like to do?" He asks with a soft smile on his face.
I scoot closer to him and I grab my hair, placing it on the left side of my head.
"I don't know. What would you like to do?" I ask.
His eyes roam up and down my face in concentration.
"I would like to know you better."
I feel my stomach twist a little at his words and I hold back my giddy smile that is trying to creep out.
"Well what would you like to know?"
He looks up at the ceiling, thinking.
"Have you always lived 'this' way?"
I smile a little at his mannered way of saying homeless. No one's really asked me that before...Should I tell him?
"It's okay if you don't want to tell me. I don't want to push you."
I look down at my hands and I begin to play with my long fingers.
"Um no it's fine. I um, no. I've been homeless for five years now." I respond as I slowly look back at him.
He nods his head a little in understanding.
"Wow. You're really tough you know. Not many people can deal with that." He states.
"Thank you. At times everything felt too overwhelming, but my father helped me...He's always there for me...well was."
I feel sadness begin to fill me like a swimming pool at the thought.
I feel myself begin to sniffle as I look away, trying to avoid eye contact with Harry.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to cry. I cry too much." I whisper while trying to stop as much water as I can from falling out of my eyes.
My body tenses a little at the sudden connection of me and Harry's hands.
I slowly look down at them before looking back up at him. He squeezes my hand tight and scoots closer to me, our thighs touching.
"He-I-" He's trying to form words, but is failing.
"I shouldn't have mentioned anything. I apologize." He finally says in a weak tone.
I give him a soft smile.
"You don't have to apologize. I-it's fine...Why don't we talk about something else?" I suggest.
He nods his head and looks down at his hands, trying to think.
"What music do you like?" I ask.
He looks up from his big hands and smiles a little at my attempt to spark up a conversation.
"Well, I really like Coldplay, The Fray, 1975, stuff like that."
I have no idea who any of those people, bands are, but I decide to take this as an opportunity to tease him a little.
"There's this band I heard of called One Direction, I heard they really stink. I don't understand why people are so in to them." I say, trying to hold in my laughter, but failing miserably as Harry begins to laugh himself, causing a few giggles to escape from my mouth.
"Ya, I don't understand either. They are just so fucking bad. None of them can sing, especially that curly haired one."
I begin to laugh so hard that tears begin to brim in my eyes.
"Ya, what's his name again? Hanny? Mary?" I say.
He cocks and eyebrow as he tries to hold back his laughter.
"Mary? I don't think he's an eighty year old woman Jane." He adds.
I love it when he smiles. It's so unique and just gives me this feeling of warmth and comfort. It's just genuine...like him.
The laughter suddenly dies down and he begins to stare at me intensely.
"What?" I ask.
"You think I'm genuine?" He questions.
I feel my eyes widen as well as redness beginning to suffocate my face.
I glance down at my lap and I realize that I'm still holding his hand. I quickly pull mine out and I rub the back of my neck. Curse this stupid habit.
"I uh-"
I feel my hand being grabbed again and my heart begins to beat faster. What?
I look back at him in hesitation.
"Who said I wanted to let go?" he whispers, his voice sounding deeper than it usually does, sending shivers down my spine.
My stomach begins to...flutter? I recognize this feeling and I quickly force myself back into reality.
"I'm tired." I say as I slip my hand out of his grasp, wiping the sweat off on my pants.
I then begin to get off the bed, walking towards the door. I can't be feeling this...not for him...not now.
As I'm about to leave the room, I feel a hand suddenly placed on my shoulder, causing me to flinch a little.
The oxygen in the room begins to fade, as my heart beats slower.
I don't dare to turn around, already knowing who it is.
"But I owe you...remember?" I hear his deep voice whisper in my ear, causing my heart to swell.
I take a deep breath as I slip his hand off my shoulder. I turn around to face him, seeing the confusion that is obvious in his features.
"I'm just tired. The sun doesn't rise until six thirty-sevenish. I'll set an alarm and I'll meet you at the balcony. Meet me there." I mutter.
His eyes stare me down as he nods.
"Six thirty at the balcony." He commands.
I nod back.
"Six thirty at the balcony." I repeat his words.
"See you in a few hours then...goodnight or shall I say good morning Jane." He adds before he turns around and walks to his bed.
I turn around and begin to walk back into the hallway, going back to my room. The confusion I'm feeling is taking over my mind. Maybe I'm just sleepy...Ya it's got to be that.
As I walk inside my room, the smell of antibiotics fills my senses. I haven't even bothered taking the medication...I wonder if they're any pain killers. My heads beginning to hurt a little. Woah Jane calm down, you're taking this too seriously.
But the question is, am I? I mean, I felt things a few minutes ago. Strong feelings that I haven't felt in years. I can't be falling for him. I hardly know him.
I need sleep. Just a small cat nap will calm me down.
I walk to the switch next to the door and I turn the light off before slipping under the covers of the amazing cloud I call a bed.
As I'm about to fall asleep, I remember that I have to set an alarm.
I look to the right side of me and I glance at the alarm clock next to me. I remember Zayn showing me one day how to use it. He showed me how to do it, so I wouldn't forget to take my medication at the time needed.
I roll my eyes a little at the memories of Zayn and his protectiveness. Oh Zayn.
I chuckle a little to myself as I set the alarm and snuggle myself under the white comforter.
You're just really tired and he just happens to be really attractive. It's just a physical attraction, that is all. That is all...
...
BEEP BEEP
I groan as I sit up. I'm exhausted.
I glance at the alarm clock to see how it's six in the morning. I know he told me to meet him at six- thirty, but I want to brush my teeth and even though I haven't seen it yet, my hair most likely needs to be tamed.
I lazily roll out of bed and I walk to the bathroom.
As I walk in front of the mirror, I can't help but laugh at my appearance. My hair is really wild.
I decide to brush it out with my fingers and braid it loosely to the side.
As I brush my teeth, I can't help but think about my little nap. All I could think about was his eyes, his lips, his laugh, his smile... I don't know how I'm going to handle watching the sunrise with him. Maybe I should ignore him...nah, that wouldn't help. That would just make things worse. I sigh as I spit out the toothpaste from my mouth. You're going to need help my friend.
...
As I walk through the halls, I can't help but feel a little nervous. What if there's an awkward silence and he gets bored of me or- breathe Jane. Breathe.
I can't help but stop in my tracks as I see how his room is empty. He's already there.
I speed up my pace and begin to look for the balcony entrance.
Once I find it, I notice how the door is wide open.
I stop for a second and I take a deep breath before walking past the doors, leading to the balcony.
"Hi." I say shyly as I see Harry sitting against the brick wall.
He turns his gaze from the scenery in front of him to me. He gives me a soft smile.
"Hi."
I smile back and I sit myself down against the other brick wall across from him.
I bring my knees to my chest and I wrap my arms around my legs.
I set my eyes on the beautiful scenery and I can't help but smile excitedly as the dark blue sky begins to radiate with light and light shades of blue.
"Wow." I blurt out.
I haven't seen a sun rise in a long time and I've almost forgotten about its beauty. Almost.
I turn my attention to Harry as I feel his eyes land on me in observation.
"What are you thinking about?" I ask.
He smirks and looks back at the sky.
"Nothing...I've just never met someone quite like you."
"Is that a good thing?"
He looks back at me with his eyes glowing.
"Ya." He retorts simply.
That feeling that stirs my stomach returns and this time it feels warm and even delightful.
I focus my attention back to the sky and I feel like a child opening their presents on Christmas day. Everything is so beautiful, it's astonishing to believe that this is all real. The sky looks like a beautiful painting that is worth more than life itself. My lips separate a little in awe as more and more colors begin to appear.
A light tint of red and blue covers the clouds that are now more noticeable, due to the enhancement of light.
"When Niall and I first bought this house, I would stay here for hours just staring at the sky and the world surrounding this place."
I glance at Harry who's still looking straight at the atmosphere in front of us.
"If I lived here, I probably would do the same, drawing and just watching all this beauty all day long." I respond.
He turns his head towards me and smiles at the ground before looking into my eyes.
"Ya. It is beautiful, isn't it?" He says.
For some reason my heart is beating a little faster at his words.
"Ya. It's lovely."
He chuckles a little and begins to pat the spot next to him.
"Come over here. I thought we we're going to watch the sunrise 'together'."
My lips part a little at his words but I quickly close my mouth, recovering myself.
"B-but we are."
But we are? Really? Go sit with him dummy!
"I want you right next to me."
My stomach begins to twist and turn and I don't know whether to smile or freak out. I think both of those will make him think you are a crazy person, so why don't you calm down and just walk to him like a normal person.
I sigh to myself and slowly get up.
As I walk to the other side of the room, his eyes are watching my every move.
I don't want to sit too close to him, making us both uncomfortable, so I sit a good distance away from him. Not too far away, but not too close either.
Maybe I'm over thinking this too much.
He smiles as he scoots closer to me, our thighs touching again. Oh.
I respond with a nervous grin and I quickly turn my attention to the outside world surrounding us.
"The trees and flowers here are really...something." I comment.
"Ya, that's another reason why I love this house so much."
I nod in agreement as we both continue looking around.
"You like nature a lot as well, don't you?" I question.
He looks down at me and smiles.
"Ya. I guess I do."
I can't help but smile back. Maybe Harry and I have more in common than I thought.
"Do you ever go down there and just stroll around? I mean it's a pretty big yard."
He narrows his eyes and tangles his fingers in his hair.
"No...but maybe one day we will."
My eyes widen a little at his choice of words. He said we...as in both me and him. Or at least that's what I'm thinking.
"Ya. Maybe." I reply.
I don't know what comes over me, I'm guessing exhaustion, but I rest my head on his shoulder lightly. Even though I feel a little nervous around him, I also feel comfortable and safe. He has this strange effect on me and I kind of like it.
I feel his head lay on mine as well and I close my eyes for a little. The silence is beautiful and calming. We're both enjoying each other's company and I don't think I would want to experience this moment with anyone else other than him.
"I'll show you how to properly climb a tree." I hear him say.
I open my eyes and I cock an eyebrow at him as we both lift our heads up.
"What?" I ask while chuckling at his random comment.
He laughs a little himself.
"You heard me. You really suck at climbing trees and now that you're here, I can show you how to climb one the correct way."
I feel my cheeks redden as I remember the second time we met, when I couldn't climb that dreaded tree.
"I know how to climb a tree!" I defend, trying to hold back my laughter.
"That's why you fell down right? because you're a tree climbing professional."
I gasp for dramatic effect and he begins to laugh uncontrollably.
"Your memory must really stink. I fell because you caused me to fall."
"I was trying to help you out." He states.
"I didn't need help, I could've done it without you."
"You we're hugging it for like an hour."
"Maybe I hug my trees before I climb them."
He begins to smile foolishly.
"Hippie." He says teasingly.
I poke his arm playfully.
"Hey, this hippie has more upper body strength than you."
"What?! I highly doubt that."
"I can lift up someone unlike some people."
I can hardly carry a gallon of milk, I have the upper body strength of a worm, but I like this playful Harry so I continue.
"It's not my fault you we're moving around so much." He states, trying to act serious, but failing as he chuckles.
"I was moving because I thought you we're going to drop me."
His mouth drops and he shakes his head in disbelief, causing me to laugh uncontrollably.
He soon joins in and now we're both laughing like complete loons. This is the Harry I like. The Harry from the park, the nice, passionate, funny Harry. the real Harry.
"Um excuse me."
Harry and I both stop laughing as we turn our attention to Niall who is standing right next to the door.
Harry is still smiling as well as I and if it wasn't for Niall standing there, my attention would be on Harry.
"Harry, Liam just told me to tell you that we have to go back to the studio today."
Harry's smile fades and he licks his lips.
"What time?" He asks.
"In half an hour."
Harry glances at me for a quick second before sighing.
"She can come, if she wants." Niall states.
I feel my body tense out of nervousness. Whenever I would go to the studio, many people were there... I don't want to be mobbed again, but if Harry wants me to go, I don't think I can say no.
Harry gives me a soft smile before turning his attention back to Niall.
"No, it's fine. Um let me just go change and we can head out." He states.
Niall nods his head.
"I'll see you later, okay? I'll be back in a few hours." Harry whispers to me.
I nod my head and I give him a reassuring smile.
"Okay." I say.
He nods his head and places a soft kiss on my forehead before getting up and walking out.
Niall continues to stand there smiling at me, while I smile myself.
"What?" I ask.
He shakes his head a little and continues to smile.
"Nothing...It's just that I was over hearing you guys and he hasn't done that in months."
"Done what?" I ask.
"Laugh." He mutters before he disappears back into the house, leaving me with my thoughts.

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